Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 111

CHAPTER 108 – SPLIT UP?

Astennu

“Ok, we’ve waited long enough,” I shook off the lightheadedness twinging my temples and manoeuvred through the sparse crowd at the top of the fighting pit.

At the base of one of the two staircases, I felt something dribble down my lip, a tang of metallic taste playing on my lips. I wiped under my nose and it came back covered in blood.

‘I don’t feel great,’ Aasim slurred, slumping in my mind.

I caught myself on the polished wood bannister, sensing the control on my aura fluctuating and a strange pressure headache forming. This was the feeling I got when I was beginning to push my aura beyond its limits, which was weird because I knew I could hold it longer than this.

“You ok?” Adrian spoke lowly, catching me under my arm. “Come on, Aste. I don’t wanna have to carry you like a princess, but I will if I have to.”

I rumbled a groan. “Would you quit talking, already?”

“That I would, but you’d miss my dulcet tones,” he fished out the gold pocket square from his jacket and handed it to me. “Try and stem the flow as best you can and I’ll try and lead us out of here.”

“Aste!” Badru’s crackled voice came through in my ear.

f**k, of course he would sense it.

‘If you tell him the truth, he’ll try to come back for us and probably do something dumb and impulsive to do it,’ my wolf whimpered as another wave of pain lanced my forehead.

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Keep going.”

He wouldn’t buy it for a second. He only needed to buy it enough so that he didn’t come rushing back.

I managed to keep upright, somewhat normally, sniffing the blood away long enough to get through the main exit. As we passed the bouncers, Adrian slung my arm over his neck, adopting a fake smile for the audience.

“My lil’ butterbean here had a few too many of those complimentary champagnes,” he laughed over his shoulder. “Let’s get you home, sweetie, so you sleep it off.”

‘I swear, one more stupid pet name and I will bury you once we’re back on American soil,’ I pinched the bridge of my nose, catching the itch of fresh blood beginning to pour.

all you want, cupcake, it got

to ease and, away from the club, I released my

me,” Adrian’s neck

pressing the handkerchief to my nose just as it

I’m milking all these innuendos

huff leaving me. No wonder I had lost control having

SUV parked outside the hotel and I took the fob from my pocket

grab for the keys. “Get in the back and get yourself right. You can

street lamps whizzed by in a short burst before the colourful lights of the bridge came to a standstill. Adrian got out and I heard him speak, his voice echoing along the man-made structure, followed by the grunt of effort…

the

just overstretched

the damsel in distress,” Catalina pointed to the handkerchief in my hand and jumped into the

caused it – move over, you – I couldn’t leave him bleeding all over the place,” Adrian shoved her out of the driver’s seat

damn near exploded,’ Aasim

is about to pop out in this thing,” Catalina snipped, her

river,’ Badru shook his head, his mouth pulled in a tight line as he

the chase, needing a distraction from the retreating pulsation in my forehead. “It isn’t as though any

black pants and boots, something that blended in effortlessly into the night, and looked anywhere bar the front as Catalina stripped down without a care. With

beneath. I think they’re

and slightly different from the one that preceded it. Were they all going

find that rogue and Konstantin,” Badru wiped a

too much of a coincidence for it not to

I tried to look over the back

her eyes scrunched shut and she took deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth. “…Not since they

van that swayed and rocked violently and, just as suddenly, stopped. “I felt him! Whatever they gave him, he

target vehicle had enough of a lead, Adrian set off, keeping us at as far a distance as possible without us losing sight. The other vans quickly split off, heading in other directions. Our van was following a course southwards, directly towards the central Pyrenees; a mountainous landscape just like the one Finley had described. With each mile we followed, my bond to my ammar and my pup tugged that

Toulouse faded from urban to residential and the small number of

my mind, glancing at the clock displayed on the dashboard. “It’s 2am, there’s no cars on the road other than us. If we keep

ripping off the shirt I had just changed