C3 Pheromones of blossom blooms

“ Wait up Hussain Bolt. I’m drunk” Damon lashes out as he holds on tight to the steel rails of the stairs. The sweet smell of the availability of a mate is as arousing as it is satisfying. It compels him to keep making the journey even though he ought to have been dozing on his bed.

“ Damn it Damon.” Asher winces out as he makes a quick U turn to meet his brother who seems stuck on the stairs.” You always slow us down.” He slurs and grabs the hand of best friend before towing him down the stairs.

“ It’s from the last floor.” “ I may be tipsy yet my perceptions are intact.” Damon brags as he subconsciously walks faster, on the lead of Asher.

“ And I’m taking you upstairs? Shut up man.” Asher mutters as he keeps gaining more grounds towards the smell of the mate. The feeling of traveling towards it gave him a feeling of euphoria which he cages within him. He was never one to show his emotions neither was he one to show concern to the emotions of others. Soon, they arrive at the last floor of the castle to find all doors locked except one. Paused in majesty, Asher sniffs into the air while still holding on to the wrist of his brother whose gaze is stuck on the opened door.

“ Ava?” They query in Unison, gaze at themselves and hurry into the room. The pettiness of the room is as provoking as the smell of the mate. It is the first time any of them was stepping foot into her room and even though it was sparkling clean, it bore a total contrast to the bespoke standards of the castle. The room was without a bed, just an old mattress that lay on the tiled floor. An empty wardrobe was in sight and it could boast of nothing but an old black gown. In the side of the room where a small mirror is glued to the wall, an old chair stands firmly against another old chair, significantly higher by way of desk. Upon the desk is jar of butter, a plastic comb and a pen, which is out of ink.

“ Asher? Are we still in the castle?” Damon stutters as he tries to swallow the shabbiness of the room. The only thing in excess were mopping sticks and buckets.

“ Yes. It’s where our mate has been staying.” Aires Asher as his glimpse falls on the sight of a neatly folded paper tucked beneath the jar.

“ Well it’s what she gets for being a pain in the butt.” He sighs, fighting off the feeling of sympathy that came with the truth.

“ So Ava is our mate. She knew and has fled away.” Mutters Asher as he picks up the paper and unravels it. He finds It blank and he throws it away.

“ She never changes. She shall spend a Lifetime in the dungeon while she lives to satisfy our wants.” Snarls Damon, snapping his finger to buttress his stance.

“ I think she needs understanding…” Opines Asher as he looks around for clues to where she may have fled to.

“ Understanding? Never!” “ She needs to be put in her place! She’s my mate and it’s the way of nature that she shall please me. Let’s get that wench and mark her before she disappears from our reach.” Barks Damon as he breaks out in rage.

“ We could win her over like the hundreds of girls we have won in the past.” “She’s our mate and needs some regards.” Says Asher. Damon pretends to obey. Deep down, he has unspeakable plans for her.

“ Fine. Let’s spread. Check the garden and I’ll check the dungeon.” He concurs.

“ The dungeon, why the hell would anyone check the dungeon?” Asher queries as his face squeezes in dismay.

“ She has grown fond of the dungeon cause I lock her up in it too frequently.” Chimes Damon.

“ You’re so sick.” Asher winces and walks out of the room in search of his mate. After checking the garden, the kitchen and vineyard, Asher decides to head the Dungeon to put the assertion of his brother to a test. A strong smell of a female presence causes him to quickly unbolt the door of the dungeon.

“ Ava.” He calls out almost failing to cage his excitement.

“ Lord Asher. It’s Briar, the hall maid.” Stutters the startled lady who tiredly stands up and bows in respect. She is without a single article of clothing on her and Asher could on imagine what Damon had done with her. He mutters inaudibly and slams the door in disappointment before hurrying back to the last floor where he had last picked the smell.

“ Any luck brother?” Damon ask as he enters the room almost immediately when his twin had just got in.

“ No. She’s gone. I couldn’t find her.” Asher sniffles as he gazes around for a clue. None was forthcoming. It was time to perhaps accept the reality. He begins to walk out of the room.

“ Peasants would drill a good building like a damn bean weevil.” “ Just see how she drilled a nail into the exquisite walls of my castle just to hang a mediocre bag.” Mumbles Damon.

“ A bag?” Asher hushes and quickly turns at the direction of the hand bag on the wall. He rushes to the bag and grabs it quickly; unzips it and takes out a folded piece of paper.

“ It’s a letter. “ He sighs in much ado.

“ Read it. It may give us a clue.” Damon declares.

“ Was I going to eat ?” Asher slurs in disgust and begins to read the letter.

“ Damn it. I always knew that Lasker dude had his eyes on Ava.” “ This is a failed love letter addressed to him. Let’s go; I think I know where to find her.” Says Asher in grotesque tenor as he hover out of the room while Damon follow him.

Soon, the suede Lincoln Navigator was plying to Anchorage Creek, some kilometers away from Boston, where the twins live. Asher the good driver and the voice of reason was driving the car and since it was midnight, he brought the engines to work at their optimum, bringing the car at its destination in a matter of minutes.

“ The ninth Canines pack huh, I knew it.” Damon snarls and opens the door, before hurrying out of the car. The bespoke mansion of Lasker is s

As silent as a graveyard, yet Asher was sure, Ava was within the confinement of the building.

“ Watch out Damon. Lasker can never be trusted.” Asher warns as he lance through the sides of the building with much caution.

Arriving at the backyard, the twin can see both Lasker and Ava gazing happily at each other. Their proximity is nothing short of romantic and Damon can’t bear to stomach another second of it.

“ Get your hands of our mate you low life royal!” Damon snarls, causing Ava to Cringe in fear as she turns towards the direction of the voice and quickly turns her face away from the overwhelming feeling, her wolf has innately cultivated at their sight.

“Mate?” Lasker Queries softly as he turns an inquisitive gaze at Ava.

“ Ignore them Lasker. I’m no ones mate.” She stutters, finding it difficult to position her gaze on a single spot.

“ Don’t fight it Ava. Tell him the truth.” Asher silvers in his sotto voce of majesty, which she finds to be sweet and full of regard, but still chose to hate it and it’s owner.

“ Is this true my dear. Speak.” A heart broken Lasker inquires with his palms on each of her shoulder. She couldn’t lie to a man who has been showing her nothing but love and compassion from the beginning of their friendship.

“ You two should leave me alone. I’m eighteen and choose to be away from the both of you.” She cries out, with her gaze pinned to the floor. It’s for her to withstand the charm of the twins and more difficult to gaze at the sadness in the eyes of Lasker, just like the cracked floors of the dungeon, the only entity that gives her solace is the ground which her gaze is stuck on.

“ Step aside. You can’t beat the two of us.” Damon declares, pushing Lasker away and sweeping Ava off her feet. Lasker’s hands is quickly clutched in a fist as he tries vehemently to control his temper amidst the protest of Ava.

“ Easy big man. We haven’t come here to kill anyone.” “ This is family matter. Stay out!” Asher purrs as he stands evaluating every move of Lasker who knew the odds are against him.

“ Let go of me! I don’t want to return with you.” She cries out, fighting a dual battle of the wolf within her and the twin who had pinned her in the back of the car. Lasker watches in humiliation as they zoomed off. He clenches his fingers in a fist and immediately vows to avenge his dented pride.