Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 90

CHAPTER 87 – GALINA?

Evgeniya

“My full name is Diego Ortiz Guerra and I was meant to be the next Gamma of my pack; Cuna De La Luna, the Moon’s Cradle, in the lakes of Covadonga,” he slid down the glass, leaving his back to me and displaying the huge tattoo of a skull in black with red rose petals. “I never really wanted to be Gamma. I wanted to work with the horses we herded in the lowlands of our pack. I shifted a few months before I turned 19 years old and mi padre (my father) announced he and mi madre (my mother) had a chosen mate lined up for me.”

His head rolled to the side to meet my eye. “I would have accepted a position I didn’t want, but no way in hell was I taking a chosen mate. I said that to mi padre and he gave me a choice; do as he says or leave the pack.”

“I’m guessing you politely told him goodbye?” I shifted my weight and straightened out a leg in front of me.

“That I did and we ended up in a brawl,” Diego humourlessly chuckled. “I did what I needed to survive and left Spain, heading north to France. I got into some bare-knuckle fights in the Paris slums for money. And that’s where I met ese hijo de puta (that son of a b***h), Marceau. He approached me asking if I wanted to make some good money with more upscale fights to rich clientele. And to a 19 year old with nothing, seeing a fancy guy in a suit… it all sounded appealing. He didn’t exactly lie. I’ve made good money in the four years I’ve been here, and the women do love to watch me fight,” he winked at me again. “Too bad I don’t see any of the cash and, you know, there’s the slavery thing.”

“We’re the same age. I’m 23, too,” I smiled at him weakly.

I would have commiserated with him, asking how a father could do such a thing to his own child. But considering my mates’ father had sold me into slavery, what some parents would do no longer surprised me.

I turned back to the vampire. “What about you?”

“I not only lived in a coven, but also within a pack, in the North of England. The Alpha and Luna were an unusual pairing, that was for certain,” he breathed a laugh through his nose, shouldering the wall. “Their daughter, though. She was truly remarkable, and a rather sweet little child. But it was her gifts that led greedy wolves to her door. Her poor father trusted the wrong man, a Finnish Alpha.”

Marceau had mentioned a Finnish Alpha, the one he had been in the pocket of and had taken the she-wolf lycan that had been here. Were they one and the same?

“I have no idea if any of them survived, escaped, or whether that man succeeded,” Bastiaan rolled from his shoulder and slid down the wall helplessly. “I don’t even know if my brother survived.”

“Can’t you sense him?”

“We vampires don’t have the benefit of your wolves’ bonds. We experience something akin to it with our soulmates, if we’re ever lucky enough to find them,” a painful grimace twisted his flawless features. “We have a particular intuition with our own kind, like your mind-linking. We can sense what another vampire may do, if they’re lying, or read their intentions. But sadly, we are not blessed with the ability to sense our family across a distance. Although, strangely, there are times I do feel like someone is out there who would be dear to me. Perhaps it’s wishful thinking on my part.”

I glanced over to my father, who still lay motionless. His back continued to rise and fall, so I took it as my only solace that he was ok. Sleeping would help him recover; the words kept playing on repeat.

for goddess’s sake,’ Evva grimaced. ‘I really don’t

other way, too,

from… Christopher? You said his name was?” I splayed

rapid and sudden. Even when hunters lit our coven ablaze in the Netherlands, at least we had some warning. We had barely gotten word to our people. All I remember is being jumped by a wolf, and thrown,” he propped his arm out on his knee, gazing up at his ceiling. “I drifted in and out of consciousness

of detachment in how he spoke, like he had recanted the story several times over, yet it hurt him as much in every repetition.

you

with a sad smile. “It isn’t as though we have anything else. Our memories of the outside world are all we have, painful or

gave him a sheepish glance and

in and around 600 years ago, but wiccans and vampires weren’t as lucky. Back in more superstitious days, wiccans were thought to be devil-worshipping witches

that infernal vampire that started the hunters on their renewed g******e and the ridiculous professor with his theories on vampiric weaknesses. Why garlic of

life without garlic bread isn’t much of

this time at my feeble attempt at a joke

And I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve burst into

least fifty years

too certain as time has a strange way of passing here when you stare at the

spluttering on the itching bubble I had inhaled. “90? you barely

arm swept

to ask her,” I sat up, sweeping my legs under me to

the sap, once or twice a week. It’s nothing elaborate. Without my live source to feed from, I would wither into a husk. Put bluntly, my good looks that you admired so when you awoke would cease,”

a hit,” I chuckled, feeling a strange sense of relief that a shitty situation came with fairly decent company.

other is jasmine. That particular one has become a favourite in recent weeks for some reason,” he gazed fondly at the delicate yellow petals

blood feeding next,” Diego laughed, doubling over sideways when Bastiaan

that takes him down?’ Evva raised

missing? I thought vampires didn’t drink blood. Isn’t that

certainly do not. Not in any casual way,” he grimaced. “Life is a precious thing to we vampires. It’s what we guard most, what we value. And you’re correct, it is the very reason why many

not telling you is

vulgarity I was warned

sometimes shared between soulmates and it is one of the most intimate acts to join two of my people together. It’s performed in our wedding ceremonies to seal our unions, but only taken