Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 110

CHAPTER 107 – LYING?

Badru

The s***h from the wolf’s silver-dipped claws tore through the tattooed rogue’s chest. A portion of some of the spectators at the front were splattered with specks of blood that flew above the glass guard perimeter of the silver mesh dome. Far from being repulsed, the crowd went wild for it, enraptured from the shower of crimson. The noise was so loud, I could barely hear the screams that tore from Catalina beside me.

The rogue was swept sideways with the force of the blow, rolling and tumbling in the dirt of the huge fighting pit. Blood poured from the four slashes, gushing and soaking into the sand beneath him. His opponent circled, gearing up to strike again. But what I wasn’t expecting was the thunderous slam against the glass of Catalina’s fists.

“Get the f**k up, pendejo!”

Her cheeks were stained with tears, yet her eyes blazed with determination. Where her scream before dissolved with the surrounding tumult of the crowd, her roaring command rang above everything and far too conspicuously for comfort.

The rogue below met her eye, the same look on his face that graced mine when Evie showed her dominant side and made my chest swell with a heated pride. He pushed himself up in a roll, narrowly avoiding the wolf pouncing down on him, who skidded into the concrete wall. As his blood spilt down the front of him, he shifted in an instant to a huge pitch-back wolf that shone with hues of deep brown.

“That’s it!” Catalina pounded on the glass again, a hairline fracture forming at the point of impact. “Don’t you f*****g dare die!”

The spectators nearby shot us both the side-eye, questions beginning to form in their expressions. We were drawing far more speculation than what was safe.

‘Stop her before we end up strung up by our toes in silver. Because I’m pretty sure these people will do it,’ Baniti pressed me into action.

I grabbed around her waist, hauling her backwards and away from the mesh front.

‘You wanna draw any more attention?’ I tried to stop her struggling.

She elbowed me to the gut, prying at my hand to free herself. ‘What would you do if that was Evie?!’

I swung her around to face me, my aura threatening to burst free from its containment. ‘I’d tear that f*****g mesh apart to get to her and level this place to the ground… but then what about the others? There has to be other fighters that Marceau keeps in his base. Who rescues them?’

a ruddy tinge settling into her face

mind-linked from the top of the tiered

who was just

was always extra. Figures it would be the same with her mate,’ Adrian

to look away, struggling to witness him spill more blood. The man’s wolf was towering in size, but lithe in his build and

time for the wolf to shift while it was conscious. It slowly shifted back to a human-form male, the silver caps falling to the sand as his claws retreated, and the rogue gradually let his grip up, pressing

would follow. If they knocked Catalina’s mate out now the match had concluded, she wouldn’t be able to follow the bond. We needed to find where that tunnel let out. They had to bring the fighters in from somewhere and it clearly wasn’t

I

leav-’ she stared after her mate as he was rendered unconscious

I gave her a gentle shake. I knew the exact conflict that flowed through her, having experienced it two months ago. The feeling of the bond going numb, unresponsive but intact, and knowing there was nothing that could be done to stop it, was one of the worst experiences of my life; more so than discovering Isaac’s secrets. ‘That tunnel faces southwest,

you know?’ A slow tear fell down her cheek as she watched

behind me, shouldering people out of the way. ‘Adrian, Aste, we’re leaving. Give it a few minutes and head back to the SUV. Aste follow our bond but keep your distance. Cata and I are going to try and find where that tunnel

through the clubgoers still partying away above ground. She stormed her way towards what would be the main entrance, the one we had purposely avoided. The bouncer at the door swung the door open for her, flashing me a sympathetic look as I shrugged my shoulders in a play-act and ran after her. They didn’t even check the fake ring

air of Toulouse, she hopped on alternating feet to remove her heels, throwing them with venom across the street along with

these la madres que te parió (motherfuckers) for ever doing this to any rogue,” she croaked,

my eyes, swaying my feet. I hadn’t

something had

my earpiece, hoping

fine,” his quiet voice strained.

entirely, but I knew he wasn’t injured and he wasn’t panicking. So he couldn’t have been caught, yet he was lying to

he doesn’t,’ my wolf urged me onwards. ‘He isn’t dead and Adrian is with

one last look over my shoulder at the club in the distance. I had