Player vs Player

Chapter I

The sound of moans filled the room. Abilene pinned the man beneath her, riding him into the plaid cotton sheets. He gripped her hips, hissing in pleasure as she clenched around him. It wasn't long before they both climaxed. Abi panted and slid off, letting the man toss the condom. He leaned in for a kiss, only to meet the palm of her hand. "Yeah no, sorry love. You know I don't kiss my hookups." And with that she went into her bathroom, hearing the rustling and grumbling as the attractive man left, closing the door behind him.

This isn't an unusual occurrence, in fact, this was quite a routine for the 22 year old female. She showered, humming to the music playing from her phone. Presently it was "High Hopes" from Panic! At The Disco. Her humming turned to singing as she washed her straight, dark brown hair that fell to her breasts. Her skin was a milky tan color that was covered in bubbles as she washed herself. When she got out she washed her face with her pomegranate face wash. She brushed her pearly white teeth, still humming to the music

She heard her door open and close. She rolled her eyes, expecting it to be the man from before, Warren. She put on her black fluffy robe. "Warren, I told you to leave" She spoke as she opened the door. Only the sight that met her wasn't a man, but a woman, who shared features with her. Her twin sister, Marceline, was sprawled on her bed with a disgusted face "Warren? Please tell me you didn't just- ewwww!" She squealed, jumping off the crumpled covers of the bed.

Abilene laughed, going to her large walk-in closet after clipping up her wet hair "Yes I did, I plan on washing them next." Marceline let out a grunt, shaking her head. "I don't get you. How in the world can you just... Give your body away?" Marceline frowned as Abilene shrugged, dropping the robe to slip on her lacy plaid panties and bra "Because, I'm not giving myself away, I'm taking from others." She giggled as her twin rolled her brown eyes, pulling her long braid over her shoulder

"Whatever. I came in to tell you that daddy wants to see us." She hummed "It's got to do with the meeting, I think he's finally going to let us come with!" She spoke excitedly as Abilene just groaned "It's a stupid business meeting, why are you excited?" Marceline rolled her eyes again, crossing her arms as her twin dressed in skinny jeans, a tight t-shirt, and a leather jacket. "Because it's important to know the laws and what's happening in the world, I don't want to be blind sided when the vampires attack."

"The vampires won't attack, we have a treaty." Abilene gave her a pointed look that made her twin snort "Yeah and if you kept up to date on things, you would know that the treaty is up for resigning soon, and if they choose not to sign it's war." That made the woman stop and sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose before she slipped on her combat boots "Whatever, let's just go see dad."

The identical women left the bedroom, walking down the many halls of the giant house to stop at a pair of elegant double doors. They were a site to behold, they were beautiful, and while sharing features, their personalities and attire couldn't be more different. Abilene, in her usual black clothes consisting of leather and denim, and Marceline in a floral, pastel pink dress and heels. One was punk, one was girly. One was a player, and one was innocent. But they held love for each other like no other, sharing a womb, a connection not many others can understand.

Marceline knocked on the door before Abilene barged in, the large man behind the desk looking up in annoyance before a grin spread across his face as he stood to his full 6'7 height. His salt and pepper colored hair was pulled back into a pony tail, the length something the women's mother was fond of. "My warrior and my princess," he came around the desk and hugged each to his sides, causing them both to smile "Hello daddy." Marceline spoke and gave a kiss to his cheek. Contrasting to the greeting was Abilene's, "Hey old man." she grinned before the twins sat on the leather sofa opposite the mahogany desk, their father leaning against said furniture.

"Do you girls know why I asked you here today?" He hummed, looking at them. If they were in trouble, they wouldn't know, for he always had his calm demeanor about him. Though the grin he was sporting showed they were in good graces for the day. "Does it have to do with the meeting?" Came Marceline's excited voice, causing Abilene to roll her eyes "You and that damn meeting-" "Language, Abilene." Their father cut her off with a look, causing her to huff before he continued "But yes, it does have to do with the meeting. I would like you both to accompany me, as well as your sisters. This meeting is more of a party, the alphas have decided to bring their lunas and pups with them to celebrate the new year together, as allies. Hopefully some will find their mates in others, just as your mother and I did. It will be held on a night separate from New Year's, so we can all celebrate with our packs still."

Abilene raised her eyebrows "You want to bring the four of us? How will you manage us all?" She smirked causing him to chuckle "Betas and families are welcomed too, so I won't be completely alone with you four. And since three of you are adults, I expect you to be on your best behavior. Especially you, Abi" the man gave the woman a pointed look, gesturing to her "Behave." This caused Marceline to giggle, earning a shove from her twin.

"When is the party?" Abi inquired, standing up to prepare to leave "You have a week" she nodded and kissed his cheek, parting from the room. She left her sister and father to their own discussion as she stomped her way down the stairs. She was the least lady like of all her sisters, which was ironic because their youngest sister was born male and is slowly transitioning. She walked into a beautiful kitchen, complete with a six burner gas stove, two ovens, and a ginormous refrigerator built into the wall. The floors were small cream squares, the counters cherry wood and cabinets black oak. Their mother designed it, for she loved to cook and had always dreamed of doing it for a living. Being the Luna, she got some of that wish. She would cook for the pack. Almost like she was running a restaurant with the amount of mouths she had to feed.

Abi dug through the double door, walk in pantry, coming out with a can of tuna that she popped open. She mixed it in a bowl with a touch of mayonnaise and spices before pilling it into two sandwiches, grabbing an apple and cutting it up to place an a plate with them. Her eldest sister, Kalanthe, came into the kitchen and scrunched up her nose "You're a fat ass Abi." To this, the younger sister snorted "The men like my fat ass, so who's the real loser here?" Kalanthe laughed, her long hair tossed behind her back "Not I, for I at least have my mate." "Mate shmate, those are boring." Kallie snorted "Admit it, you want your mate to show up any day now." Abilene, in all her lady likeness, snorted again "Shut up."