Blue Bloods

Chapter 5

“Well, I’m flabbergasted!” I said and sat down next to him. “Am I talking to Carsten or Ashton?”

“It’s me, Carsten. It’s not hard to tell.” He said and smiled down to me.

I felt so small next to him. Like my dominating gene of length were stolen.

I can’t bend my head around the fact that he has a twin brother! Identical in all aspects, I sure hope that I don’t misjudge Ashton for Carsten, he won’t live through it ...

“Who’s older?” My eyes found their way to the wall, covered in stone and outside a howling wind ran around the corner of the cabin.

“I am. Ashton is half a minute younger. I received the alpha title when I turned eighteen. He didn’t, in turn he holds it over my head.” He stood up from the bed and held a hand out for me.

Ashton sat on the living room sofa, where I previously made a canvas painting out of Carsten. It was clean at the hand of my mate. Ashton on the other hand, polluted the perfect leather with his dirtied brown shoes.

“Where are the two of you heading to?” He asked and bent his head over the arm rest, as he laid upside down. Someone just had to increase the pressure and ... snap. Satisfaction and revenge settled in one act.

“Home, Don’t over welcome your stay.” Carsten said and I noticed our packed bags at the door. When did he pack? We’re going home already?

“I’m not in the mood to run, so I would do the brotherly honour of accompanying my brother and his new mate to our new home.” He was proud and arrogant at the same time, impossible bastard!

“No, it’s My and Clover’s home. Your not welcome.”

Long story short, turns out blood is thicker than water and the thickest bond lies between identical twins. Kill me now...

I sat in the front next to Carsten who were driving, Ashton sat in the backseat, occupying the whole seat and kept on glancing my direction. It turned out more annoying than I thought it would have been.

The snow didn’t stop falling and Ashton stop talking as well. I had the need to buy a gun and silence the bastard from the front seat. I wouldn’t gain points with Carsten, they remain brothers after all.

Brothers with an agenda towards the ‘Amy’ situation. I still wonder who she is, or was. She couldn’t have been that important, could she? A first love or something. No big deal? She probably found her mate – is she’s a werewolf and if she was a human – found a husband to keep herself as far away from my mate as possible.

Carsten pulled the truck into a garage of a double story wooden house. It was dusted with snow flakes, welcoming Christmas quick. It would be my first Christmas alone. No more decorated trees and no more chattering around the dining table with my family - the second family who traded me.

Now I was with Carsten, a person I have known for a few days and now my emotions are all over the place. He could probably feel it through our bond, because I could feel his excitement coming home the entire trip back.

Carsten couldn’t ask me why I was upset, because an irritating Ashton sat in the back seat. He better be gone soon...

“Ashton, bring our bags in.” Carsten said and opened my door to help me out. He had a sincere smile on his face with a bit of excitement leaking from the bond from his side.

I struggled my way through the snow, behind Carsten who constantly pulled me towards the front door. A chimney poked out from the snowy roof, blowing grey puffs against the blue skies. My nose burned from the cold air and my cheeks felt flushed in a blue manner. The blood must have been frozen by now.

He pushed the doors open with the aroma of a home cooked meal seducing our senses.

“I asked Nicholas’s mate to cook us dinner.” He said and nodded towards the unfamiliar open planed kitchen with an island centre, dividing the large living room with red sofa’s from the warm kitchen. It was the perfect home for me, us, if we are going to make it.

“I love what you did to the place! Thanks bro!” Ashton boasted behind me as Carsten took me on a tour of the entire house.

“One week, Ashton.” Carsten growled next to me. I know he loves his brother and that he wants him here, but Ashton needs to learn manners and that everything has it’s time and place.

On the ground floor, was the kitchen, living room, study and a guest bathroom. The second floor had three bedrooms, the main bedroom and two guest bedrooms, each with their own en suite. They were cream colours and our bedroom were a gold colour with silk bedding.

Silk seemed over exaggerated, but this was beyond beautiful. A designer must have laid his hands on the room and planned  every pattern spreading over the soft silk, knowing where the exact position for each thread was. I had to meet him!

There was a fireplace and cosy two seat couch in front. It was a chocolate brown material with gold scattered cushions on the couch. Two doors were on the right hand. A bathroom and a closet – I suppose.

I didn’t go in there, I was too tired. The clock’s arms threatened to pull behind twelve in the evening and we haven’t eaten the delicious meal Nicholas’s mate cooked us. I wonder if it was done from the heart or threatened? Ashton made us stop and buy junk food on the way, filling our stomachs with poison.

I pulled my boots off, revealing my cold toes that refuses to warm up and climbed in between the covers. Carsten smiled as he looked down to me, which I gladly returned.

“I’m too tired and I’m not hungry, but I know your hungry. Go eat.” I said and closed my eyes, snuggling into the warmth of the room with the warm glows of the fire reaching every skin cell.

“Okay, sweetheart. Goodnight.” His soft voice mingled with the kiss he left on my forehead. Blissful.

Several minutes later, world war 3, disrupted downstairs.

I stumbled from the bed, tripping over my feet and stubbing my toe against the side table. A river of curse words escaped my mouth as I was now wide awake. I left the comfort of the warm and cosy room and tip toed downstairs. My big toe still throbbed when I reached the living room.

Carson, had the red sofa, beautiful plush sofa, above his head, ready to knock Ashton over the head. Should I repeat? I couldn’t, I was shocked at the scene that played in my mind.

How could chaos break lose as soon as I fall asleep? Can’t a women sleep in peace without the destruction of two twin brothers burning the house down? If it was Carson holding the sofa ... ?

It was Carson, he was more built, shaped and lined than Ashton. His face had experience written over.

“Carson!” I yelled as hard as I could. “Put down the sofa!”

Both men turned to me. Ashton had a gash on the left side of his face about an inch deep. Blood were coating his vined neck and dying his white Polo shirt.

“Go back to sleep, Clover.” Carsten said and gently placed the couch down on the floor. Trying to be superman, I see. Do you see any women showing off how big they are to their opponents. No, but they are cruel in their own way.

“I am not going to sleep if your going to wreck the house with me while I am asleep in it.” I couldn’t understand why I was calm.

I walked over to where Carsten now stood, in front of the moved sofa, took his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. He moved willingly with me. His hand was large with mine covering only three quarters. I didn’t turn around to see whether he was shocked or not. I was too tired and I doubted that I would be able to make the stairs.

“Goodnight Ashton.”