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.

goddess’s sake,’ Evva grimaced. ‘I really don’t wanna be looking at

could’ve placed him the other way, too, so

his name was?” I splayed my hands behind

out on his knee, gazing up at his ceiling. “I drifted in and out of consciousness so much, I’m not entirely sure what was real and what wasn’t. I do remember

he spoke, like he had recanted the story several times over, yet it hurt him as much in every repetition. And all I had done thus far was play an endless game of

asking you guys so many

though we have anything else. Our memories of the outside world are all we have, painful or not. So, you may ask about the hunters. I can see you want

a sheepish glance and twiddled the hem of my sleeve behind me. “Creature

practice that had died out decades ago. A tense peace had formed with humans in and around 600 years ago, but wiccans and vampires weren’t as lucky. Back in more superstitious days, wiccans were

you be dragged into his rant on that infernal vampire that started the hunters on their renewed g******e and the ridiculous professor with

garlic bread isn’t much of a life

feeble attempt at a joke was genuine and he even

you the number of times

least fifty years since the last group of hunters was

certain as time has a strange way of passing here when you stare at the same four walls continuously,” he

bubble

thank my plants,” his arm swept over

full-blood vampire once and I was too embarrassed to ask her,” I sat up, sweeping

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,

modesty would take a hit,” I chuckled, feeling a strange sense of relief that a

one has become a favourite in recent weeks for some reason,” he gazed fondly at the delicate yellow petals and, I could swear, the shaded areas of his skin that swirled in colour, pulsated slightly. “It’s the scent

should ask him about blood feeding next,” Diego laughed, doubling over sideways when Bastiaan choked

thing that takes him down?’ Evva raised her brows

blood. Isn’t

most, what we value. And you’re correct, it is the very reason why many

he’s not telling you is that blood-feeding between vampire soulmates

was the vulgarity

is, in no way, a parallel to that, Diego!” Bastiaan blushed profusely, turning back to me to clarify. “A few drops are 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 from