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.

Tears began to spill

its flames until

tightening hold. “Were you part of it? Is that

what?” Her brows

himself up on his knee

mother stood slowly, backing up, her

or we will,” Badru delivered the ultimatum, relaxing his grip on

called father had the audacity to look pained, a whimpering

free of all sanity

wolves into slavery! You goddess damned son of a b***h!” I punctuated each sentence

firm took hold of my forearm, 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

so quiet it was barely above a whisper, somehow cut through the raging buzz pounding at my temples. I looked up, meeting the pleading eyes of my mother, rivers of tears

reality by being plunged into icy waters. No matter how hard I heaved for breath, an 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.

here. I needed out. I needed air. I needed the

need to howl and

through my clothes, I shifted and aimed for our nearest escape from this bad dream, the window, and disappeared into the

Badru

the drapes billowed in the cold breeze, my brother’s wolf vanishing into the darkness 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 back with

clue. My brother was the one for rational thinking and action, but he had lost his proverbial s**t, leaving me to deal with the

has he done?” My mother hiccuped

had left behind. Wiping her eyes and licking her dry lips, she picked her way through 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 immediately, to take a

decade to do goddess knows what,” my eyes scanned the carpet for the glint of

around my fingers, I pressed a kiss to her beautiful name, wishing it were her vanilla-scented lips. I slipped it into my pocket so it would never

this can’t be right…” my mother flipped through the pages frantically. “He was

anger other than whatever lay around me. “He

he wouldn’t do that to

promptly hushed, gaping at Isaac out cold on the floor, the study destroyed, the window obliterated and my mother having a