Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 107

CHAPTER 104 – WERE YOU JEALOUS?

Astennu

The scents were the first thing to hit me, thick with aromas of perfume, cologne, alcohol, food and smoke. Tobacco from cigars wafted about, so strong I could taste it in the air. The smells from the people were too muddled and mixed to make any sort of distinction or locate a specific person, layered with human and that of werewolf. I could sense it, the crackle of oxygen in the air displaced, and raising the attention of my wolf; auras. Only one or two, but there was wolf leadership amongst the crowd.

I gave a quick cursory sweep of the lengthy room that disappeared forever to the back. The place was dimly lit by crystal chandeliers, giving an atmosphere of a classy and intimate setting. Deep, rich fabrics in blacks, greens and golds gilded plush booths and tables where small parties and couples mingled. A low pulsing tempo of music played, not enough to drown out the conversation, but loud enough to carry throughout the space. In the centre, or what appeared to be the centre, was a large circular bar and in the middle behind the serving staff were suspended hoops where slender women and men performed slow acrobatics in what could only be their skin, painted in gold to match their surroundings. There were other elevated podiums further back that held the same displays.

Looking at the staff serving and the entertainers performing, I had to wonder whether they were just staff for the night or were they bought and forced into this.

‘I doubt it,’ Aasim observed, quietly. ‘It’s the fighters that bring in the money. These people are just here for decoration. Plus, it would be a cakewalk for any of them to break out.’

Adrian, snorting a poorly veiled burst of laughter next to me, steered my brief survey of the club back to our immediate surroundings.

“He looks about ready to strangle her and we’ve only just started,” he nodded deeper into the bowels of the nightspot towards my brother, who was in the midst of an argument with Catalina.

“I know the feeling.”

“Oh, lighten up. Here, have some champagne, sugar lips,” he grabbed a couple of glass flutes, pressing one into my clenched fist, and went straight back to settle his hand back at my elbow.

‘One more pet name and the next death match is me and you!’ With my free hand, I crushed Adrian’s. Not hard enough to break anything, but enough to make my point.

continued to smirk, casually taking a sip of his glass. “Lucky

my mind and almost lost his cool on our aura. ‘He’s f****d around and he’s about to

that snarl, Alpha,’ Adrian cut off my wolf’s outburst and downed his flute. ‘Drink your

the bar. He didn’t order anything, he simply weaved between the other people in a slow

my wolf and my twin. Following suit of the maddening wolf male, I knocked back the champagne, needing whatever numbing relief the alcohol would afford, even if it was only for a minute or two. I stepped the opposite way around the bar, wanting distance from the tool of a wolf; our cover could burn in hell for all I cared. I had let him get under my skin and the ahbil was the type who took delight and every opportunity to poke

my brother, discreetly glancing around for

for this fighting pit to appear,’ I felt his impatient irritability seeping in. ‘I know it’s here, I can feel

actions, the more I stewed in a wave of rising anger and the more I stewed, the more I made my twin sick with my emotions. I had stewed for two months and it got me no closer to having my ammar and my pup back, but being

of being pissed

yet, snickerdoodle?”

head a little,’ Aasim grumbled as I shook the

might.’ It was growing harder

bar and no mention of a fight that I’ve overheard,’ he turned, leaning his elbows back

alone and turned to peer out upon the rest of the club. ‘I’m not seeing anything remotely close to

at the same

that with Badru. It was our thing, not

people heading for some stairs,’ I grouched, offering my arm again in the

hate me?’ He asked out of nowhere as we slowly weaved through the crowd. ‘I’m probably stepping on a sensitive subject, but is it

spun him to look directly in his eye, swallowing the