She nervously waited in line for her turn to enter. Spending a little of the money, she had to buy a nicer shirt as all of her old ones were not nice looking.

The twins would pay no mind to what she was wearing, but she still wanted to look nice.

People had stared at her oddly when she had signed up. An omega most likely could not bear alphas, just like betas due to their weaker wombs. Despite the stares, she persisted, waiting in line until it was her turn to go. Anyone could enter, just as long as they had presented and hadn't previously gone. Her bones still ache slightly from the night before. Shifting in such a small room was enough to make her wolf anxious, adding to the fact that it had been so many years since she had last shifted, it made it even worse. Most wolves shifted at least once a week, sometimes daily. It was dangerous for them not to. Anastasia hardly ever did, and when she did, it was for brief moments in her room, too scared to spend more than an hour in her wolf form if she was seen. It was the third and last day of the competition, and looking through the line of hundreds, it must've come in the total days. It's a wonder how the alphas haven't found their mate yet. She heard two omegas near her gossip about the alphas, how they had prepared so many gifts for their mate over the years and were ready to spoil them. One of them mentioned the rumor that the Sinclair's had built a whole house on their own for their mate. As she heard more about the twins, she felt more envious of this mate of theirs. They would be very lucky, unlike her. She didn’t understand why her omega was guiding her there, to show herself to Sinclair's when her wolf form was a more precious part of her than her hair. Would they maybe look at her, decide she wasn’t their mate but take an interest in her, and that way he would find her mate? The hours she waited felt like minutes when her name was called out. A chaperon guided her through the entrance of the Sinclair compound and outside a room. As she moved closer, the scent of the alphas enveloped her nose, dark chocolate and sea salt. It reminded her of home and also her favorite snack. That didn't help ease the tension in her muscles. Shaking, she walked inside the building, being greeted by the twins for the first time. She knew they had prepared a speech in front of all the other potential suitors, but she had arrived too late to see them. Now standing in front of them, she wished she had been prepared. Both alphas were tall and muscular, at least six feet eight each. The one on the left, who he guessed was the warrior twin, had long curly hair that went past his chin, messily tied up with tendrils falling down. He had a scar adorning his cheek and a stern expression that made Anastasia want to immediately submit. He was wearing a hunter's outfit, the layers thick and heavy, yet a good portion of his solid chest was exposed. The other alpha, the leader, had shorter hair, resting at cheekbone length. He was wearing lighter layers but still excluded unimaginable strength from his stance and scent alone. They had the exact same look but looked so different, it was fascinating but at the same time unnerving. The leader had a kinder expression, thankfully, his human side eased at that. The attraction was evident, a rope pulled her to come closer to the alphas, to bend over, to bare obvious neck. She controlled herself as much as she could, even though her omega was screaming at her to move. She didn't understand anything. What was going on? Why was her omega not saying anything? She never explained anything to her, always just pulled her in one direction. She felt faint. Their scent, their looks, their gazes. Everything was too much for her to handle. Their eyes were trained on her, not faltering for even a second as they shamelessly gaped at her. The warrior’s face seemed displeased for some reason, making Anastasia’s omega wail in rejection. They weren’t talking, clearly waiting for her to make the first move. She was already severely unprepared when she impulsively decided to join her yesterday, but standing there now, felt like she was leaning forward off a cliff. Dangerous, except the only thing being threatened was her heart. Why was she feeling this way? The wolves were large, that was enough to make her scared. No alpha back home was anywhere near their height, yet she’d seen multiple wolves down on the streets at such impressive sizes. They could snap her neck easily, or chain her and sell her off. White fur was rare, a commodity. Her omega hushed her. The wolves didn't smell dangerous, just powerful. Yet still, her lack of knowledge about their character was a huge problem in her plan. She should have made an effort to discuss the alpha with the surrounding omegas during all those hours. It was early evening now and she knew only the basic facts.

Show your hair, her omega whispered, they can be trusted. Anastasia still trusted her omega, and because of that, she started unwrapping the scarf that covered her head.

She swiftly unwrapped her hair in one go, the silver locks falling around her face messily. She couldn’t bear to look at them, so she kept her eyes on the ground. Ruffling her hair as she tried to make it look kind of appealing.

An audible gasp was heard, making her head snap in their direction. They looked at her like they were in wonder.

Her hair was completely unique that no dye could color one's hair like that.

When she was younger, her hair was to be kept as short as possible without looking too bad, and dyed weekly with coloring herbs to disguise her true nature.

She distinctly remembered how her brother would scold her as he massaged the color into his hair after missing the top of her head when he had dyed it. She knew she was totally different and in a way unforgettable. But that was the issue.

She was easily identifiable, which isn't good when you are a runaway. The silence was thick and heavy, both parties unsure of how to proceed.

“Shift,” the leader said calmly, even though his face betrayed the fact that he was struggling to contain his emotions.

Anastasia looked back at the floor in humiliation, feeling embarrassed about her nudity. She forgot that she had to shift.

“Please could you-could you turn around?” She said softly, eyes darting nervously between them. The leader furrowed his brows before turning around. The warrior kept staring at her before following his twin.

Anastasia wasted no time in getting undressed, scared that they might peak at her bare skin. Her loose shirt and pants came off in one go.

Not even waiting to step out of the clothes, she shifted, groaning a bit from the pain. The alphas let out a possessive snarl before they whipped around, sensing the omega.

What they saw shocked them though. A pure white wolf. They were the rarest form of wolf, known to be the most beautiful.

And one of them was standing in front of them, smelling like their mate. The pull on the omega became unbearable. Anastasia felt it too, and she finally understood.

Two? She had two mates.

“Shift back,” the warrior announced menacingly. He wanted his omega in his arms. This was their mate, for god’s sake! The omega whimpered a bit, cowering down to cover herself.

With an angry huff, he grabbed his twins around and turned him around, giving the omega privacy once again. The minute he sensed that the omega had turned, he twirled around again, marching to the omega quickly and dropping to his knees in front of her, eyes ablaze.

Anastasia had only managed to grab her shirt to cover her front parts. The alpha watched her, analyzing her every detail, a hand reached up to touch her silver hair. The omega flinched. She felt the other twin sit next to her, wrapping his arms around her protectively and burying his face in her neck. Anastasia felt terrified but safe at the same time, so she bared her neck just like her omega instincts were telling her to do in front of the alphas. The warrior kept touching her, face looking angry as he trailed his hands over her face, never breaking eye contact. The other alpha came out of nowhere and lifted her to his lap. Anastasia squealed in embarrassment. She was still very naked, the shirt only covering his chest and sex. The alpha's sudden affection towards her heated her inside, letting a small ember of hope bloom inside of her that everything would be okay. The fire was small but did enough to freeze her fingers and toes, she did not dare venture either in fear of getting burnt. She was still too cold to delve into the warmth so quickly. But the way her omega cradled her told her that it would be soon, she was safe and she would be warm again. “She looks delightful,” the alpha’s voice dropped a note, making Anastasia flustered. She finally deflected her gaze away from the elder. The alpha’s face still looked angry, yet his words suggested he wasn’t. Does he just never look happy? “We found her, our mate.” “8 fucking years,” the other alpha hummed. “We waited for you for 8 years. Now that you are finally in front of us, I can see why. Perfection cannot be rushed and there is no omega like you.” “Perfect,” the warrior repeated back, face still buried in her scent gland before latching onto his neck and nipping at it. Anastasia gasped, back arching at the sensation. The alpha holding her in his lap did the same, holding her body close to him. A mixture of emotions passed through Anastasia, love, acceptance, and completion. She had just presented two weeks ago yet here she was with her mates. twins. “We need to end the ceremony,” the leader spoke after a while. Anastasia was in a daze from the scenting session, it had been so long since she had any sort of affection like this, she was blissed out. She languidly flopped her head on the alpha's shoulder, eyes closing. She heard the warrior growl. “I refuse to let her go,” he declared, hands grabbing at Anastasia’s waist possessively. The grip was stronger than before. The leader huffed, “You possessive mutt. I’ll go then.” Suddenly, Anastasia was being passed to the other alpha as if she weighed nothing. She instinctively wrapped her hands around the alpha’s neck, shying away when he saw the intense way he was getting looked back at. She dropped one arm off to shyly adjust the top to keep covering her skin, now very aware of where the alpha hands were situated on her bare skin, one hand was holding her a little too close to her buttocks. “Take off your robe Leo,” the alpha said, “I am not walking her through the halls this exposed. Her skin is for our eyes only.” Eyes fixated on her feet, Anastasia felt a larger cloth covering her, smelling like the alphas and still warm on her skin. She sighed contentedly as she pulled it up to her chin. The alpha walked her through the massive palace, eyes never straying away from her face. Anastasia avoided looking at him. This alpha seemed ruder, more abashed like the other alphas from her old pack whilst the other twin was calmer. Despite heavily favoring one of them, both already made her feel safe, her omega was content around them, and that was all the proof she needed to let some of her guards down. Her skin didn't prickle at their touch, and that was a sign enough that she should let the actions continue. She was gently placed on a large bed, swimming with her mates’ scents. She had to fight the urge to roll around in it, it was already something she craved to smell all the time. Anastasia used the robe to fully cover her body all the way up to her lips, the smell calming her down. She sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for what was going to happen now. Would they mate that night? She wasn’t ready at all. The alpha left the room to bark at some maids before he came back in and sat on a chair opposite her. They sat there looking at each other for a moment before a beta entered the room with clothes. The alpha growled at her possessively, snatching the clothes off her and slamming the door. The omega felt alarmed by the noise but tried to hide her flinch to no avail. the warrior noticed anyway. He came and stood in front of Anastasia, placing the clothes down beside her, and went back to sit, eyes still on his form. Was she supposed to get dressed in front of the alpha? “Could you not-” she gestured at the alpha nervously and she grabbed the clothes. The alpha huffed before standing up and walking to the end of the room, staring out of the window. He was acting like Anastasia was a huge nuisance, and the omega didn't like it one bit. Just a moment ago he was going on about how happy he was to see his mate, what was his issue? Anastasia stood up and started dressing in the fine material, sticking her tongue out at the other alpha childishly because she could.

The top was tied around her waist going down to her thighs and the pants were flowy, both materials clearly expensive. The soft cream color perfectly highlighted her hair, drawing attention to it.

As she admired herself a little in the mirror near her, she saw the other alpha enter. Anastasia gasped in shock at the sudden noise, regaining her composure after a second and looking down embarrassed. The alphas whipped to look at her tensely, making sure she was okay before relaxing

“We waited so fucking long for you,” the leader said, trailing his eyes languidly over her body. “Seeing you now, it was worth the wait.” “Very.” The other alpha turned around, moving to go stand next to his brother

. Not knowing what to do, Anastasia sat on the bed again, looking at the floor as she waited for something to happen.

Looking up, the two alphas were looking into each other’s eyes, communicating that way. Telekinesis. Twins could do that, couldn’t they? They both nodded to each other before looking back at the omega, her skin prickled from the lustful stares.

It was as if they were admiring her. They went to the opposite side of the bed, shedding their top layers to expose their chests, and lay down on the bed. He stood up off the bed and just looked at them, unsure of what was supposed to happen now.

Both alphas were devastatingly handsome, tall, broad, and powerful. Their bodies were thickly wrapped in muscles, their physique strong and hard. They both had a couple of scars marrying their skin, but the alpha had a substantial amount more.

One of them was deep and curved from his left rib down past his belly button. It was really hot. The leader gestured for her to come forward, Anastasia complied with shaky legs, crawling towards him and kneeling near them. The alpha gently grabbed her waist, lifting her off the bed and between the two alphas.

Again, that strength. She faced the ceiling as both alphas turned to their sides to look at her, one of their hands sliding behind her back and the other her waist. The other hand trailed down her chest, one on her thigh. Once again the two alphas nosed as her glands, drinking in her scent like they were thirsty.

She felt at peace, so he didn’t squirm, they both felt so safe. “There is so much we want to know about you, and probably you as well, all we know are each other’s names,” the leader spoke, hot breath fanning her neck

“I don’t know your names,” Anastasia piped up, “I only know that you are the Sinclair twins.

Nothing else.” They stopped sniffing her, “You don’t?” Their expressions were identical looking in confusion.

Anastasia had to stifle the urge to laugh. How were they so similar yet so different? “Yeah.”

“I am Lionel but call me Leo,” said the leader, “I am the elder, that is my brother Logan.”

“Okay,” Anastasia breathed. “Leo and Logan .” She felt a soft kiss on her left cheek. “I love hearing my name on your tongue,” said Leo.

Hands traveled further down near her buttocks. She was jolted out of the blissful dream “Are you claiming me tonight,” Anastasia said anxiously, suddenly realizing that she was in bed with two half-naked alphas.

She was still very scared about that. “I have never taken a knot, let alone two. Will you bite me tonight? Will I get bred?” Her voice became higher pitched from worry, scent souring.

She didn't want to be mounted, she ran away specifically because of that. If they tried to mount her, she wouldn’t be able to fight, they could keep her pinned with just one arm.

“Calm down,” said Leo, stroking her hair softly. “We won’t do that tonight.”

“You will only get knotted when you have your first heat with us,” Logan spoke for the first time, voice rough, “we will mark you during the ceremony in one week.” “I haven’t had my first heat yet,” Anastasia bit her lip.

That was something else she was scared about. First heats are intense and scary, one of the reasons why mating was supposed to be done early.

First heat sex was always the best for the alpha. “You just presented?” Logan asked, his face lifted to stare at him in shock. “That explains why we felt empty for so long,” Leo hummed thoughtfully.

“Two weeks ago the bond suddenly felt more alive. We thought it was a sign that we would meet you soon. Turns out it was just you presenting and finally feeling the bond.”

“So your heat is a month and a half away” Logan stated. He growled lowly and nipped at Anastasia’s ear, causing her to let out a meowl. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Calm down Logan,” reprimanded Leo, “she is still a pup. Our mate needs more care than we thought.”

Anastasia’s scent sweetened at the word Mate. She liked the sound of that.

“Only the best,” Logan agreed, nose flaring at the scent change. “There is still a lot we need to know about you,”

Leo said, his face now more serious. Anastasia turned to look at him, slightly taken aback by how good he looked up close.

Her omega was dying. The eyes were so captivating, and his lips were perfectly shaped. Even his nose was perfect. How did she manage to bag two of these otherworldly alphas? “Your hair,” Logan said simply.

He clearly wasn’t a man of many words. “I am a white wolf as you can tell,” Anastasia nervously explained.

“All I know is that I am very fertile and can heal faster than most.” Leo nodded, “So I'm guessing you didn't get told much about your kind.”

“No, only my mother and brother knew. I only got told to hide. I kept my head shaved or short most of the time and the same with my body. I always wore a scarf. There was this herb dye I used a couple of times for my hair but it would wash out after a few baths and made me smell a little odd so I just kept hiding inside.”

“You are never going to need to hide from now on,” Logan brushed her hair out of her face, “so pretty.”

“Pure whites are oddities that’s why they are very rare. They are born only when the moon blesses the child” Leo started narrating. It was clear who the scholar was.

“Your fertility rates are very high and you produce healthy pups. You will age slowly, so your beauty will last. You also have the power to heal not just your mates but anyone with your tears or saliva. Even your slick has medicinal properties. Very tasty.”

Anastasia pondered on all this, she didn't know half of that. Leo carried on.“Your hair is rare too, clearly.

Every lock is priceless darling, you should grow it out and let it shine.” Anastasia nodded eagerly at that. She had always wanted long hair like the other omegas around her.

Now she finally had the chance to do just that. It was at that moment that her stomach started to growl.

She hid her face in her hands in embarrassment as two identical chuckles resounded above her. “I’ll go get some food. Logan, be gentle,” Leo exited the room, leaving

Anastasia with the other alpha. Logan stood up and lifted Anastasia into his arms and across the room. She squealed at the action, never being manhandled like this so often.

She was gently placed on a seat in the small dining area of the quarters.

Food was brought out alongside Leo as both alphas sat next to her. Anastasia peered at the different meals curiously.

Her pack tended to eat simpler dishes, these were more vibrant. “Eat, my sun. We want you to be healthy,” Leo murmured calmly directly into her ear, so she did just that.

She didn't speak to the alphas for the duration of the meal, choosing to explore the different foods instead. From the way they were glancing at each other, they were having their silent conversation.

“Time to bathe,” Logan’s rough voice filtered through her ears as he rested back against the chair.

“I had one yesterday though,” she argued quietly, still uncertain about the alphas. She didn't know how to properly act around them, in her old pack omegas could never defy an alpha.

“You need to freshen up though, today was hot, and you can bath every day here Keep your scent Fresh” and she was being lifted and moved around.

She would usually kick and make a fuss about being handled like that but she liked the feeling.

It didn't seem malicious, it was caring more than anything. The way she was being touched was so gentle. Anastasia nodded and she let herself be carried by Logan again, it was a weird feeling but she liked the attention. She wasn't sure if this was a custom done by alphas in this pack but she didn’t mind.

She liked the feeling of the broad chest and strong arms on her, it was more contact than she had in years. The alpha was great, especially when he didn't talk. She panicked again when they got into the prepared bath and realized that the alphas were just sitting there, looking at her expectantly. “Are we bathing together,” she asked apprehensively, already scared.

She was really shy about her body, it wasn't something she ever felt comfortable flaunting about. Logan looked like he was about to say something when Leo grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room, sensing his discomfort.

“Let us know if you need anything,” she heard as the door shut. Anastasia calmed herself and shed the layers she was wearing. Showing her skin was something she just couldn't bear to do.

The bath looked so inviting and smelled amazing. She rarely had such luxuries. Her muscles immediately relaxed as she laid down, relishing the heat for a moment.

Anastasia snapped her eyes open and started to cleanse herself, deciding that finishing the bath quickly would be a good idea.

When she got out after a while, Anastasia spent extra time drying and pampering her hair and skin with different oils.

She never got to do that either. She had to take baths in the river or in the winter just wipe her body down daily with soap and water.

She felt giddy as she lathered herself in the different creams, her skin feeling so moisturized at the end. Anastasia tip-toed back into the room, to see the alphas lounging on the bed waiting for her She fidgeted nervously, unsure if she should jump in or wait for permission.

They did everything differently here. Logan beckoned for her, so she complied, slotting herself between them like before. Hands immediately started grabbing at her, scenting her.

The touches felt so warm and comforting, it was nothing like the random sleazy pokes he would get from older alphas.

She submitted immediately, body losing control to the alphas, her omega wasn't helping either. All the fighting she would do if it was other alphas left her when she was with these two, everything felt too perfect. She heard a growl somewhere above her as teeth grazed over her scent gland, mouthing over where she would get bitten.

She closed her eyes and succumbed to their touches, they weren’t unkind, never unkind. She fell asleep almost immediately to the soothing haze their scents put her in, chocolate, sea salt, and fresh pastries floating around in the air.