#40:

"I just can't believe it."
Weewolves? The twins are werewolves?
I pondered for a minute that, well...it kind of made sence. I mean, they constantly growled at me and the sniffed me like I was their favorite snack, and they also bite me more than any regular boyfriend would.
" Shit! You should have stayed away from her. I ordered you to!
The montalvo father accuses.
"Yes, you did it. But we are in love. In the end, we found it impossible to not want her. Shes our mate."
I sweated cold.
The discussion had left me speechless.
So…the twins, in addition to promising each other not to mess with me, had also promised their parents they wouldn't?
Man!
At that moment I felt like a bone of contention. Literally.
"When we get back, i don't want that … human still here," Alvaro mumbled, walking toward the door and behind him, surely, his wife, because their footsteps could be heard.
The door opened and closed, and Ramses released a snort.
" What do I do now? After the embarrassment that those two have put Lucía through, surely Sucy won't want to see me again." Ramses whined.
" You'll come up with something little brother. Matt, we better wake up our fiancée and get her back to her home."
"You're right, I don't think she'd like to hear what our parents think of her."
Well…
They were very screwed, because it was already too late to avoid that.
I ran back to the room, and threw myself on the bed.
In moments they were already there, kissing me and caressing me good morning.
Throwing me out of bed and into the car with supersonic speed.
"I'm hungry." I protested, while they drove towards my city.
"When we arrive I'll buy you whatever you want, now kiss me." Mark muttered.
" What was all the ruckus I heard this morning?
He blanched.
He gave me a nervous smile, and kissed my chin.
"Our parents have arrived from Spain. And my father almost had a heart attack when I told him that I want to be a psychiatrist and not an orthopedist as he wanted."
I raised my eyebrows.
Really?!
The crazy twin, a psychiatrist?
"And I said that I want to be a pediatrician." Matt mumbled as he drove the car.
That if I could imagine well.
I smiled.
Mark growled, turning my face to look at him.
"Leave my idiot brother and pay attention to me," he protested.
Oh, the baby was jealous.
I straddled his hips, and taking off my top I put my tits in his face.
He kissed my neck, content.
" Fuck, that's so much better.
I rolled my eyes.
It was so easy to keep him content, but there were still many things I wanted to know.
After dropping me off at home, the twins said goodbye.
They were calling me almost daily before flying to Spain, and after that, they called every other day.
As their attention began to wane for days, weeks and months, as they began to concentrate on their specialty and I on doing mine in Cuba, they began to call less and less.
Until we lost all contact.
Finally they no longer called me. Didn't write me on WhatsApp anymore, it was evident they had forgotten about me.
They even started dating other girls and...

"Those are pure lies Rosy." Mark protests.
I look at him, surprised.
"And what are you doing here? Why do you butt in when I'm telling my story?"
He laughed.
"Hey, It's ours too. And you're telling it wrong."
“Yes, you are telling our readers pure lies. You should be ashamed of yourself!" Matt mutters.
I give tjem an angry stare.
"What do you want me to say?"
"Well, the truth."
" All of it.''
I growled.
"Ok, here it is: the truth is that having them away made me quite…um…shameless. So much so that I had fun shooting half-pornographic photos and sending them to them."
"Oh yeah. Grrrrr."
"Besides, we took advantage of the video calls and I did a little striptease for them and things like that."
I blush.
"Gosh," Matt murmurs.
"Anyway. Three years after having gone to Spain. They came back, I married Mark and that's it.
the End."
"No, no no," Mark protests. "Don't be like that. You have to give them details."
"Yes, the details are what make each new story more…interesting."
Well…
"Now it's our turn to tell." Mark placed his thumb on my lips and I kept silent.
"Ok, so... let's confess that my brother began his honeymoon on the very plane that took us back to Spain, with the girl of our dreams." Matt laughs.
" Why are you complaining about , if later in the hotel on the beach in Majorca you had more time with her for yourself than I did? Mark mutters.
"Well, it's not my fault that your gangster boss took you off your vacation because he had an emergency."
"Mafia boss?" I yell in surprise.
Mark looks at his brother with an acusatory stare.
"I told you we couldn't tell jer yet. She would worry over much."
"What mafia boss, Mark?!" I yell again.
He stroked my hair.
"He's not my boss. He's one of my patients, thats all."
I calmed down a bit.
"Please don't get involved with dangerous people. I would not like to become a widow." I protest.
He compressed his lips.
"I'm sure if I die, my brother will be more than happy to comfort you."
I nudged him in the ribs.
"Okay, hummingbird. Alright. I'll be careful.
I sigh in relief, hugging my husband's neck, resting my head on his shoulder as I fell asleep.
Behind me, Matt was kissing my shoulder and I smiled.
Without a doubt, I was one of the luckiest girls in the world.

Mark:
I see that her breathing is regular, and I know that she is asleep.
"You're an idiot." I mumbled.
"Sorry. It slept from me." my brother murmurs.
"She musn't know what I'm up to. She would worry overmuch."
"I know."
"Don't say dhit like that again. Do you hear me? The less she knows, the better."
"On that we agree."
I nod.
"When do we return to Madrid?" he asks me.
"In a couple of days. It will be a short honeymoon, but it cant be postponed. I have to go back to the hospital and I'm sure Xavier will want to see me by then."
“Watch out for the pack leader, brother. If something goes wrong...
"I know. I know that she could be harmed. That's why I want you two to know as little as possible.
Yes, a girl van come a long way and desperately love the twons brothers who used to bully her. She's precoius to us. Shes not a simple pet we have fun with, shes our destined, once- in - a - lifetime mate. Losing her would equal losing our souls and lives.