Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 96

CHAPTER 93 – TOOK CARE?

(Follows on from the events of chapter 82)

Astennu

I heard nothing other than the loud and slow rhythmic beats of my heart in my ears. My dilated pupils met a mirror of deep blue. Where his were filled with a cold sweat, mine were filled with an anger no word in any language could adequately express.

My body moved on its own, like the trained predator it was honed to be; trained by the very man it was now aimed at… a man I thought was my father… a man I once looked up to and idolised.

Before I knew it, I was in front of him with my fist raised, ploughing swiftly into his jaw and wishing it came out on the other side. My anger boiled, roiling and seething beyond anything self-control could contain.

I wanted blood, his blood, and Aasim wanted nothing more than to be let loose on him. We were blind, too blind to think of anything except hatred.

In as fast a motion as my fist had landed, I grabbed hold of the only thing to exist in my vision and slammed his head into the doorframe, throwing him to the room and panting heavily for oxygen that wouldn’t come.

My bones began to crack, creaking to shift. Black fur sprouted and my muscles strained against the confines of my clothing to rip free. A thick arm caught me from behind, pulling me out of the sea of feral snarls deafening me. It clamped around my neck, applying pressure to a pulse point and halting my shift… Badru.

‘Don’t!’ He fought against me physically while his voice effortlessly sliced through my mind. ‘Don’t kill him.’

‘Let me go, Ru. I want his head,’ I shivered as another wave of unbridled rage coursed down my spine, seeing my once-father sprawled on the floor and dazed, not knowing what had hit him.

‘He’s our only link to Evie and our pup. You kill him and anything he knows is dead too.’

“Isaac!” Our mother’s shattering voice screamed.

She rushed to him, gently cradling his shoulders and supporting the side of his head. Her wide eyes flitted up, flickering between Badru and me, hurt.

do this?” Tears

was reignite my fury, fanning its flames until

“Were you part of it? Is that why

what?” Her brows pinched in

up on his knee with a grunt. “No one knows.

stood slowly, backing up, her teary eyes studying us

Badru delivered the ultimatum,

would have called father had the audacity to look pained, a whimpering growl escaping him. “…I took care of

sanity and barreling into him like a

slavery! You goddess damned son of a b***h!” I

but before I could be pulled off, my elbow collided with an equally firm and solid surface. I didn’t stop to turn and look at what I had struck, too focused on the crimson

above a whisper, somehow cut through the raging buzz pounding at my temples. I looked up, meeting

imaginary noose around my neck prevented it from entering. The walls felt too close, tightening around me. I stood, backing away from the unconscious and bleeding body on the floor, his blood coating my hands, staining them. The edges of my vision constricted and the walls that closed in,

I needed out. I

begged, a need to howl and run rising

Tearing through my clothes, I shifted and aimed for our nearest

Badru

through the obliterated shards of glass. A tickle at my temple jolted me out of the shock of Astennu’s wild explosion. Touching my palm to where my twin’s elbow made contact, my hand pulled

know how to diffuse. I always had a reaction for every occurrence and, now, I hadn’t the first clue. My brother was the one for rational thinking and action, but he

My

the splinters to gather up the leather-bound book. Glancing down at the man that I had eaten with not a few hours ago, my father, I mind-linked for Kate and the guards to come

what,” my eyes scanned the carpet for the glint of a silver-coloured treasure, my nour el-ain’s locket. It had been in Astennu’s hand when

it near the doorway, intact and untarnished. Wrapping it around my fingers, I pressed a kiss to her beautiful name, wishing it were her vanilla-scented lips. I slipped

can’t be right…” my mother flipped through the pages frantically.

direction for my anger other than whatever lay around me. “He sold Evie, he sold Konstantin and he was

completely breaking and dropping the ledger. “No, he wouldn’t do that to you. H-he wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t,

gaping at Isaac out cold on