Not My Mates Babies

Chapter 1

"Mummy wake up" I heard shouted at me before two little lumps jumped on top of me.

I opened my eyes to see my beautiful twins, Samantha and Dillon jumping on my bed giggling away. I slowly sat up thinking about how my life had changed so much in the last few years. I had gotten pregnant with my babies. Kicked out by my parents and moved across the country for a new start. Got a job in a bar to support myself and my kids.

My babies were now 2 years old and I loved them as much as I had the moment I first met them. Samantha took after me when it came to both looks and personality. She was very independent and always had to do everything by herself. She also had my dark hair and green eyes unlike her brother who although he had dark hair like me didn't share many of my other qualities

I got out of bed and after I had given the twins some breakfast and they were sitting down quite happy watching the television I had a quick shower and got dressed before quickly putting on a small bit of makeup.

When I was ready and the twins were still watching the TV, I grabbed something to eat and sat next to Samantha. The TV was playing some children's show that made me wonder how children could watch that rubbish and enjoy it. For some unknown reason the twins both loved it though and if it kept them entertained I wasn't going to complain.

Being a single teenage mother had been hard especially as I didn't only have one baby to deal with but two. There had been moments when I thought I wouldn't have been able to do it but I knew I wouldn't be able to live without my babies. When I had first gotten pregnant I had considered having an abortion but I knew I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I had.

Then when my parents tried to force me to have one so they wouldn't have had to live with the shame of having a daughter who had children before she met her mate I was even more determined to keep my baby. Even when it resulted in my parents kicking me out. But on the positive side I got to move across the country and raise my children without that unneeded judgement in our life's.

I do wish that I had kept in touch with the twin's father sometimes. I knew I could contact him if I wanted to as I'm pretty sure that he was a beta due to the power he gave off and the fact that although the twins developed faster than normal babies they hadn't developed as fast as some alphas children would have. There wasn't that many packs at that party so I could have tracked him down but I worried about him rejecting them. Before I knew it, they were getting older and older and I realized that we could live quite happily by ourselves.

When the kids asked about why all their friends had daddy's and they didn't I had felt very guilty, knowing it was my fault that they didn't have one. After I had thought about it though and told the twins that they didn't need one I realized what I was saying was true.

Once the show on the TV was over, I put the twin's jackets on them due to the cold weather and walked out with them to the car. Once they were all strapped in I started driving to the park where I had arranged to meet some of their friends.

All the friends we were meeting were werewolves although one of the mums was human but had a werewolf mate so she knew about our world.

I had been lucky when I moved as I had found a really kind alpha who had let me join his pack when I explained my situation to him. Although the pack was small having around 100 members everyone was really kind and had accepted me. Without my new pack, there was no way I would have been able to raise the twins. They had helped me in so many ways. From the other mothers in the pack teaching me how to look after the twins properly, to the beta getting me my shopping one day when I was nearing the end of me pregnancy and was the size of a whale.

The twins had also made friends with a couple other pack members who were around the same age as them. These were the friends who we were on our way to meet at the park.

When we arrived at the park Samantha and Dillon immediately ran towards their other friends who were already there. I went and sat next to the parents who were sitting on the benches keeping an eye on the children while talking. I sat down next to one of the girls I had made quite good friends with at the pack. Her name was Sarah and she had a little girl called Lisa with her mate Ashley. Lisa was only a few months older than Samantha and they were inseparable.

As I looked over to check on the twins I saw Lisa and Samantha quite happily sat and talked about whatever it was 2-year olds babbled about.

"Hey, how are things?" I asked Sarah turning back around after seeing Dillon running around with a little boy happily.

"Good," she said "Are you going to the pack dinner tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, though let's hope Dillon doesn't act up like he did last time." I replied thinking back to the last pack dinner where Dillon had thrown a complete fit screaming and chucking food everywhere. To this day, I still don't know what provoked it but I had had to leave early to try and calm him down.

Sarah chuckled clearly thinking of the same event. "You never did figure out why he acted like that did you? I mean with it being so out of character and everything."

"Nope that was just a weird night" I replied.

After spending a short while at the park we headed back home. Most of the people we had met with lived in the pack house but I lived in a little house near to it. I don't know why but for some reason I just preferred living in my own house. It made things harder at times and a lot of the pack thought I was slightly insane but I liked my own space with my babies.

Once we had got home I grabbed the mail and started looking through it while the twins went to their room to play with some of their toys. They were tired after running around with their friends at the park at I knew they would be falling asleep soon.

As I opened my letters and read some bank statements I opened a letter that I hadn't been expecting. I read through it quickly feeling the shock building up as I read on.

It was an invitation. To a funeral in my old pack. My dad's funeral.