Dempsey Twins' Humanmate

Two young girls were having a blast at the bar which was showing wildness at night, playing a game of truth or dare with their friends. The night was winding down, but their game showed no signs of stopping. The place was filled with the strong scent of alcohol, and the young crowd was caught up in the lively atmosphere.

"Seriously? Come on, girl, I can't pull off this dare," Amethysta McCarlock complained when she heard the challenge thrown her way.

"It's just a simple dare, your own dare. All you have to do is find a good-looking guy in this bar and ask him out. What's so hard about that?" Eira Oryn teased, winking mischievously.

"For fuck's sake, I'm just a regular human here, not like you folks with all the alpha, omega, and beta stuff. I can hardly step into this werewolf-owned bar."

"And if I get caught, I'll be the one in trouble," Amethysta frowned, trying to shake off the unpleasant thoughts of encountering the guards.

"No need to fret. My fiancé basically runs this whole place. If you get into any trouble, I'll have him sort it out. Now, go on, find yourself a guy to chat up," Eira encouraged, giving her friend a gentle push out of the VIP room.

"You'll never change, with your cheeky ways," Amethysta wrinkled her nose, earning a chuckle from Eira at her reaction.

"Not until you find someone to have some fun with," Eira teased, sticking out her tongue before closing the door behind her friend.

Amethysta pushed her way out of the group playing and weaved through the bustling bar, facing some difficulty in the process. After a bit of jostling, she finally broke free from the crowd and found a spot at the bar, ordering her favourite cocktail, one that wouldn't knock her out.

"It seems you're not a big fan of the hard stuff," a tall guy standing next to her commented, to which she casually shrugged.

"I'm just trying to avoid getting hooked. It can be a real pain to break free from its grip."

"But you've got everyone here under your spell, Miss," the man persisted.

"I'm flattered, Mr.," Amethysta paused.

"Icarus... Icarus Dempsey," he introduced himself with a polite nod.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Icarus."

"I'd be pleased if you'd use my name in that lovely voice of yours," Icarus suggested with a charming smile.

Amethysta gave an awkward chuckle, fully aware of the flirtatious direction this conversation was heading. She silently cursed herself for accepting such a silly dare.

"Let's cut to the chase. I got a dare to ask a handsome alpha stranger out on a date. I basically picked you at random, Mr. Icarus," she admitted, berating herself for her bluntness.

"How refreshingly direct. But I appreciate it. If you genuinely want me to be your date, then I'm more than happy to accept," Icarus replied, raising his glass, making the situation even more uncomfortable for Amethysta. Nevertheless, she found the courage to keep the conversation going.

"I honestly didn't expect you to say yes, especially after my rather impolite approach."

"No need to worry about it. I'm genuinely happy to be your date. By the way, what's your name?"

"It's Amethysta... Amethysta McCarlock."

She tilted her head, locking her gaze with his. The moment he settled into the seat at the counter, she had decided he would be the one to fulfil her dare.

"I didn't anticipate your eyes being so captivating. They're such a unique shade of violet," Icarus complimented, as she blushed slightly and looked down.

"I've heard similar compliments before, Mr. Icarus."

"My apologies. I'll try to come up with a better pickup line next time."

Little did she know, her heart raced in her chest as if it had a mind of its own, pounding louder than the music. He was openly flirting with her. Her fantasy world crumbled when he posed a question.

"Are you from this territory? I mean, this pack?"

"Of course, but you do seem like a foreigner," she deflected the question, and he responded calmly.

"Even in these dim, flickering lights, your perception is sharp, Miss Amethysta. I'm not entirely a foreigner, but I have mixed blood."

"Oh... Honestly, you still look quite handsome," Amethysta mentally facepalmed herself for her unexpected bluntness.

"I'll take that as a compliment. So, shall we proceed with our date?"

Amethysta gave a small nod and rose from her chair after finishing the last sip of her cocktail. The young alpha followed suit, and together they made their way out of the bar, navigating through the crowd with some pushing and pulling.

"Wait, let's take a selfie so I can send it to my friend and prove I completed my dare," she said, pulling out her phone. Icarus agreed, and she snapped a quick selfie, sending it to her friend Eira.

"You know, you don't have to go through with this date just for the dare. My dare is already done too," Amethysta pointed out.

"Since I'm new to this place, how about you be my guide for a few hours and show me around? That way, you won't have to worry about not completing your dare either."

"At this hour?" Amethysta's eyes widened.

"The night is still young, Angel," he said, his voice low and husky, causing her to momentarily freeze. She simply nodded, no longer resisting the idea. Her jaw dropped once more when they reached the parking area, and she saw a Lamborghini waiting for them.

"You've never seen a Lamborghini before," he remarked, waving his hand in front of her face as she let out a discreet chuckle.

"Not just any Lamborghini, but a super limited edition model that was released yesterday in the market, and here it is, right in front of me."

"Chuckles... I like this colour."

"Seriously, you didn't even register the car yet."

"Yes, and now my new car is graced with your presence," she chuckled at his cheesy words and hopped into the car. She indicated the direction as they drove to some random street shops.

"You brought me here? A street shop," Icarus expressed disappointment as soon as he got out of the car.

"You don't know the charm of night street shops and street food," she countered with a smile.

"Of course, I don't know, especially when the very definition of beauty is standing right in front of me, Angel."

"Enough with the cheesy lines, Mr. Icarus. You're trying hard, but I'm not that easily won over," she blurted out, concealing the slight blush on her cheeks behind her hair. A mischievous smirk danced on his lips.

After two hours of exploring the city, Icarus's phone rang, interrupting their time together.

"Well, I have to head out," Icarus said.

"That's alright. I can take public transport from here."

"Nah, let me give you a ride. You're my responsibility, Angel."

"Oh, come on. Enough with the 'angel' thing," she giggled, her laughter catching Icarus's attention differently.

"No can do because you really do look like one."

Amethyst playfully rolled her eyes and hopped into the car, signalling that she wanted him to drop her off. He pulled over at the entrance of the street.

"You sure you'll be alright on your own?" he asked.

"Yep, and I could use some fresh air too. Don't worry, my place is nearby, just a few blocks away."

He could sense that she didn't want to reveal too much about her location to a stranger, and she was right to be cautious.

"Send me a picture you took earlier," Icarus casually handed her his phone. Nervously, she nodded and sent a picture. It turned out he just wanted to exchange numbers, a smooth move on his part.

"It was nice meeting you at the bar. Let's hope for more encounters in the future. Angel," he said.

"You too, but seriously cut out the 'Angel' thing," she replied.

"I'm not making any promises," Icarus winked at her. Thankfully, the darkness of the night concealed the blush on her cheeks, or she'd have been caught red-handed.

She sighed and got out of the car. They bid each other goodbye, and as he accelerated away, she began her 15-20-minute walk home. A stranger, an Alpha, and a foreigner she had met today. It had been a peculiar day, and she was relieved he hadn't discovered her human identity.

The Lamborghini Aventador Ultimae Roadster came to a halt in front of an abandoned factory, casting an eerie atmosphere around it. The hooting of owls in the distance only added to the unsettling ambiance and could even a strong alpha hesitate before entering the decrepit building.

Icarus, engrossed in his mobile phone, stepped out of the car with a mischievous grin on his lips.

"Finally, you're here, my twin brother," a voice echoed, causing Icarus to look up from his phone, making him come out of the enchantment of purple eyed beauty.

"Why the rush, little brother? We have the whole night to get answers from him," Icarus replied, his tone calm and composed, despite the eerie surroundings.

Isaias couldn't help but roll his eyes at his older twin, a habit that never failed to irritate Icarus.

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, Isaias," Icarus warned sternly.

"I won't listen to you," Isaias retorted defiantly.

"You told me you were nearby and would be back soon. What took you so long to get here? Are you testing my patience?" Isaias complained about his twin brother's lack of punctuality.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you. I ran into someone quite intriguing on the way back. She's utterly oblivious. Absolutely fuckable," the elder brother licked his lips, showing Isaias a picture of the purple-eyed beauty. Isaias' eyes darkened at the sight, clearly affected by the image.

"So, you've found yourself a tempting treat, served up on a platter," Isaias remarked with a hint of envy.

"I haven't sampled it yet. Waiting for the right moment. But let's set that aside for now. Has he uttered anything to save his miserable life?"

"Not a word. I think he's begging for death at our hands," Isaias replied, cracking his knuckles in frustration.

Icarus followed Isaias' gaze to a man covered in wounds, kneeling on the floor, head hung low. Icarus approached the man, who was still defiantly resisting his impending fate, and yanked his hair, forcing him to meet Icarus' gaze.

"What does it feel like to reap the consequences of your actions from twenty years ago?" Icarus growled menacingly.

"I regret not killing you two, you son of a bitches," the man spat at Icarus. Icarus clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"Tsk... Tsk... Tsk... You made a grave error by letting us slip away that year," Icarus said, turning to leave but not before delivering a brutal punch to the man's stomach, eliciting a painful groan. The man coughed up blood, clearly feeling the impact.

Isaias handed Icarus a tissue, and he wiped his face clean before squatting down in front of the man.

"Twenty years ago, you and your pack took our mother, accused her of having foreign blood, of being tainted, a foul creature. Wasn't it you who labeled our mother a witch?"

"We only heard about her death after you took her away. Who beheaded her? You or your pack leader? Who gave the order?" Icarus demanded, his voice seething with anger. The man dared not meet the intensity of Icarus' gaze, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. Another punishing punch landed in his stomach, making him grunt in agony.

"You shouldn't have provoked him. Tell us everything, or you'll endure his torture. Choose your fate," Isaias warned, his eyes fixed on the blood, a disturbing hunger gleaming within them.

"We know you didn't kill her, but you kept her for some other purpose. Reveal her whereabouts, and I'll consider granting you the chance to see your family again," Icarus offered, his voice carrying a hint of mercy. The man regarded him with disbelief. He was on the verge of saying something when a realization seemed to dawn upon him.

"I don't know what you're talking about. She was punished by the pack. If you don't believe me, check the records regarding the 'tainted' blood," he emphasized the word 'tainted,' triggering growls from the two young alphas.

Isaias approached the man and delivered a hard kick, causing him to collide with the pillar he was tied to. The impact was enough to render him unconscious.

"You shouldn't have kicked him," Icarus chided his younger brother.

"He'd already pushed me to my limit. I had no desire to keep him breathing any longer. And how could you even think of offering him mercy after the way he looked at our mother?" Isaias fumed, his anger fueled by the man's derogatory comments about their mother.

"Did I promise to spare his life? I only said I'd set him free. That doesn't mean I'll let him live," Icarus smirked. Isaias shook his head, understanding his brother's true intentions. Icarus retrieved his mobile phone, which chimed, casting a bright light across his face.

"I've already set her picture as wallpaper in my mobile," Icarus grinned and Isaias pleased with his idea.

"I wouldn't want to miss the chance to gaze upon her whenever I please," Icarus chuckled, feigning adoration for his "princess." In reality, the devil within him desired to possess her.

Leaving the man's unconscious body behind, they both exited the abandoned factory.

"Should we share the details of our little visit?" Isaias pouted, earning a chuckle from Icarus.

"Why not? After all, one day, she'll be ours as well," Icarus sniggered.

"That'll be quite the entertainment. I can hardly wait to see those violet eyes pleading before us," Isaias snickered in agreement.

"But before that, let's track down those old bastards and make them taste a slice of hell. They deserve punishment for their sins, don't they?" Icarus furrowed his brow, and Isaias nodded in agreement. They each got into their respective cars and drove away from the scene.

When they arrived home, it was already past 11:15 PM. Sneaking into the villa, they found the lights dimmed, indicating that sleep had already claimed the household.

"Finished with your nightly escapades?" their father's voice emerged from the darkness, catching them in the act. Both of them puffed their cheeks, knowing they had been caught by their dad. Dareen emerged from the shadows and stood before his boys.

"That's not fair, Dad. We just went out for a few drinks. You can't keep us locked up like this," Icarus whined, attempting to sway his father with a puppy-dog face. Isaias, on the other hand, rolled his eyes once more. Quite the performance, but alas, there was no audience to appreciate his brother's dramatics.

"Remember, this isn't our territory to roam freely. This is the land from which we were driven away," Dareen spoke with a tinge of bitterness. Both boys draped their arms around their father's shoulders, offering comfort.

"We understand, Dad. We won't forget, and we won't forgive," their eyes held a fierce determination, but softened as they saw their father's sorrow for the past.

"Alright... alright... go get some rest. We'll talk tomorrow," Dareen gently nudged his sons away. They smiled, bidding their father goodnight before retiring to their individual rooms, preparing for a night of seemingly peaceful sleep.

Yet, peace was but a fleeting illusion for them, especially after the sight of blood. Cravings, after all, don't fade easily, even if it takes countless years to satiate them.

The next day at college...

"What the heck, girl? You went on a date but didn't get laid by him? Seriously? I thought you'd at least have some fun with that handsome dude," Eira exclaimed loudly, not caring about their surroundings.

"Oh, come on, Eira. Stop with your dirty mind. I don't want to gossip about that. You know that's not my style," Amethysta said, covering Eira's mouth and glancing around nervously. Currently, they were in the college canteen, discussing their encounter with the handsome alpha from the previous night.

"He must be of foreign blood," Eira speculated.

"Nah, he's of mixed blood," Amethysta corrected her.

"Holy..." Before Eira could let out an exclamation, Amethysta quickly covered her mouth and hushed her.

"That's why he looked so attractive, like a total catch. If I were you, I'd have had a one-night stand with that alpha," Eira gushed over the young alpha who had shown interest in her friend. Amethysta rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"You have a fiancé, for goodness' sake. Don't entertain dirty thoughts," Amethysta scolded.

"Can I trade my fiancé for your handsome alpha, then?" Eira teased with a playful eyebrow wiggle. Amethysta slammed her hand on the table and stood up.

"Let's go. It's time for class," she declared, pulling her friend with her, putting an end to their playful banter.

"Boring bitch," Eira muttered under her breath as she followed her friend.

Their day passed uneventfully. After their classes were done for the day, they stepped outside and saw Amethysta's dad and Eira's driver waiting for them. They first rushed to greet Amethysta's dad.

"Hi, Uncle! How have you been? It feels like it's been ages since we last saw each other," Eira greeted the elder with a warm smile.

"Hello, young lady. Indeed, it has been a while. I'm doing well. And I heard that your family plans to announce your engagement soon," Patrick mentioned, causing Eira to chuckle nervously as she glanced at Amethysta, who was already shooting her a disapproving look.

"You... you didn't even bother to tell me about it," Amethysta expressed her disappointment at her friend for keeping such a significant piece of news from her.

"I'm really sorry. It was a last-minute decision. There's a party in two days to announce it officially. My family has already sent you and Uncle an invitation," Eira explained, her eyes glistening with sincerity. Amethysta wasn't pleased that her friend had kept her in the dark about the impending engagement party, especially with only two days left.

"Fine... Why should I even care? It's not like it's my wedding," Amethysta sulked in an exaggerated manner, turning the situation into one of their typical dramatic exchanges. After some playful bickering, the two friends left the college.

On their way home...

"So, little one, what did you learn today?" Patrick asked with affection, as if he were doting on his daughter at that moment.

"Nothing interesting, Dad... just the usual," Amethysta replied casually.

"In the next two days, I'll be quite busy. Can you handle it?" Patrick inquired.

"Of course, I can. It's not like it's something new for you to leave me alone," she responded with a hint of annoyance, rolling her eyes. Patrick looked at his daughter with concern, her violet eyes clearly reflecting her irritation. Despite his busy schedule, he always tried to find time to spend with her.

Two days flew by, and now Patrick and Amethysta were getting ready for the party.

"Are you ready or not, Darling? We're running late!" Patrick called from downstairs, adjusting his attire.

"Two more minutes, Dad. I'll be down in a moment," she shouted in response. After those two minutes, she descended the stairs, and as Patrick looked at his grown-up daughter, he theatrically wiped away fake tears.

"Enough with the drama, Dad. Let's go before we're late," she urged.

"Who's the one taking forever to get ready?" Patrick teased, earning a giggle from his daughter. They left their mansion, and after a short drive, the car pulled up at the party venue. They presented their invitations and entered.

"Finally, you're here! I've been dying to see you," Eira said dramatically, pretending to wipe away tears, and moved as if to hug her best friend.

"Don't you dare hug me! I'm still upset with you. You owe me something," Amethysta stopped Eira abruptly, a hint of cruelty in her tone as she pouted.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just tell me what you want, Your Highness," Eira playfully bowed, and Amethysta chuckled. They shared a warm, tight hug before breaking away.

"You girls enjoy yourselves. I'll be heading out," Patrick said, preparing to leave the party. Eira grabbed Amethysta and headed straight for the buffet.

"By the way, where's your fiancé? I haven't seen him since I arrived," Amethysta asked.

"Who knows?" Eira replied with a mouthful of cupcake.

"He's your fiancé," Amethysta pointed out with a laugh.

"I doubt that," Eira replied with a hint of doubt in her voice.

"What do you mean?" Amethysta raised an eyebrow, curious.

"He's not acting like someone with a fiancée. I mean, anyone with a fiancée would at least try to flirt with them, right? But look at mine, he's just focused on his business," Eira vented her frustration, and Amethysta had to cough to hide her laughter at Eira's exaggerated statements.

"He didn't even spare a glance at me. I'm starting to wonder if he's even interested in girls," Eira blurted out, waving her hands in the air to release her frustration.

"Eira... I think you should be careful with your words," Amethysta coughed, trying to give her friend a subtle hint.

"What... I'm just speaking the truth. He doesn't even check out the hot girls in front of him. I seriously doubt he's any good in bed," Eira continued to express her doubts, not noticing the figure approaching her from behind.

"Let's see if I can meet your expectations," Mateo whispered near Eira's neck, causing her to shiver. She turned to find her fiancé standing just inches away. She had really messed up this time, and the cupcake she had eaten earlier seemed to have lodged itself in her throat.

"You two enjoy your privacy," Amethysta quickly excused herself, sensing the tension. Mateo was clearly offended by Eira's words.

"Amethysta, you traitor..." Eira muttered, refusing to even look at her fiancé in the face.

"Mateo... Let's talk... It's just a misunderstanding," Eira stammered in an attempt to clear the air.

"Oh, yeah... Let's talk... But let's do it in bed and clear up that misunderstanding," Mateo replied with a suggestive tone, leading Eira away.

After slipping away from the scene, Amethysta left the venue and began walking wherever her feet took her. She eventually stood before a lake, which gave off an eerie vibe, but she paid it little heed. A cold breeze sent shivers down her spine, but then she felt warmth enveloping her. She turned around and was stunned.

"We meet again, Princess," Isaias greeted with a warm smile. Unbeknownst to Amethysta, she believed it was Icarus with her, unaware of the existence of Icarus' twin brother.

"Mr. Icarus..." she began to say but then tilted her gaze up to see the person in front of her, realizing it was him, her heart involuntarily racing.

"Yes, Princess?" Isaias responded calmly.

"What... What are you doing here? This is the pack's territory. What if..." she began to express her concern, but he placed his index finger on her rosy lips to silence her. Amethysta felt unfamiliar with this man standing before her, her intuition telling her that something was different about him.

Her intuition was correct. It wasn't Icarus but Isaias, the identical twin brother of Icarus. Their striking resemblance made it difficult for her to discern between them, especially since she wasn't accustomed to anyone's presence around her like theirs.

"This area doesn't fall within the pack's territory, Princess. The exact radius ends right there," Isaias pointed out a specific spot, and after realizing this, Amethysta chuckled.

"You're absolutely right, Mr. Icarus. May I inquire what brings you here at this hour?" she asked, hugging the coat closer to herself.

"What about you, Princess?" Isaias replied, his voice sending a strange flutter through her heart and stomach.

"I came here because of my friend, but she abandoned me. They're inside discussing pack matters, which isn't really my cup of tea. So I decided to get some fresh air," Amethysta explained, letting out a sigh. Isaias's eyes seemed to be fixated on her lips, which occasionally tempted him to bite.

"You didn't tell me why you're here," she added, her curiosity piqued.

"I came here to reminisce about my memories," Isaias revealed as they began to walk. Amethysta snuggled against his coat, inhaling the pleasant scent, unaware that it was his pheromones affecting her.

"You used to live here?" she asked with an intrigued tone, puzzled by the fact that he had mentioned being of mixed blood before. Her mind was filled with questions, and she felt like she was on a rollercoaster of emotions.

"Yes, Princess, we lived here. My mother used to bring me here often. I have vivid memories of those days. It was a beautiful part of my past," Isaias said, his tone carrying a hint of sadness. Amethysta was unsure how to react to this revelation.