The Twin Alphas Omega Mate

Ava’s pov

 “Ava, wake up, you can sleep through a storm” My mother opened up the curtains and exposed my room to sunlight. She wouldn't understand that I spent the whole night thinking about the mating proposal I got from Lorcan.

Lorcan wanted to mate with me? Why? He bullied me when we were younger and now, just because he thinks we are grown, he comes asking for a mate.

I mean there are so many girls that will be willing to mate with him, not me, at least when I haven't figured out what exactly is wrong with me.

“Ava, don't make me pull you out of bed”. My Mom warned me.

I was overthinking again,

“Mom I am up”. I was hoping she would leave me alone just for today. I didn't want to face my reality for just one day.

“Freshen up and come for breakfast,” My mom said, and left my room.

“Okay Mom”. I didn't want to leave my bed, but it's not like I have a say.

As I made my way downstairs I could sense something was different and slightly off. I could hear whispers. When I got to the kitchen to help my mom, she stopped me. “Don’t worry, all is set”

I was a bit surprised as our routine involved me helping her in the kitchen.

When we sat at the table, I was bombarded immediately with the mate topic I was trying hard to avoid. I knew I couldn't escape it.  I had no other option but to listen to them.

“He's a good man, Ava,” my dad said.

“And he comes from an affluent family” My mom chipped in.

We weren't a typical wealthy family but we survived well and content in most cases. My mother always wanted me to end up with a rich man so I wouldn't have the same fate as her, so when I got the proposal she leaped for joy, but I couldn't care less about it. I just wasn't ready to settle down and mate with anyone.

My mom and dad were fated mates but the moon goddess only blessed them with one child, which was me. They said it was fate, but I know they get sad about it sometimes.

They both had gray hair and my dad’s eyes were green just like mine and my mom had brown eyes. I always felt that reasoning with my dad was way easier than trying to make my mom understand me.

“We just want you to be happy” My dad touched my hand and smiled at me.

“I don't know why we are giving her a choice,” My mom said while filling her mouth with food.