Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 112

Chapter 109 – Soon?

Evgeniya

Badru’s fingers played with the round swell of my stomach, whispering little words in Arabic to my bump forming. My head rested on Astennu’s lap as he stroked my hair, letting the strands fall through his grip. We were on the deck of a wisteria-covered patio, looking over a lake with a warm breeze surrounding us and a soft floor of pillows beneath.

“Soon…” Astennu whispered.

Soon?…

…But before I could question it, a clanging metallic scrape jolted me upright with a start. My hand flew to my lower stomach, the ghost of my mates’ hands lingering across my skin.

Dammit, it was all a dream.

Across the corridor from me, Bastiaan had staggered awake too, rubbing his forehead where he had smacked it on his cell wall in his haste. It took a few seconds for the sleepy fog in my eyes to clear and realise what the sounds were.

The fighters, they were back.

I scrambled up to see if my father was back, safe and sound, my heart swelling and falling as the few fighters that returned weren’t the one I wanted to see most. Diego’s figure was missing as well.

“Where the hell is my father!” I shouted, pounding my fists on the glass, knowing I would receive no reply. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“He’s most likely been taken to the clinic, Diego too,” Bastiaan yawned, wiping at the stubble on his bruised jaw.

“But what if he’s not…” I muttered under my breath.

I knew he was alive, my bond with him said as much.

‘That’s not all the bond is saying,’ Evva shook off her sleep, adrenalin and alertness bleeding into her pose.

I started to feel what she was alluding to. My chest constricted and expanded rapidly in irregular palpitations and my mate bond was beginning to tingle the hairs at the back of my neck, like an electrical charge hissing in the air around my ears. I felt like this once before, two and half months ago, when I walked into Astennu’s room with a basket of laundry.

My mates… were near? Or was this an after-effect of my dream?

they’ve ever been,’ my wolf was so rigid in my mind, she could have been picked up like a solid

had to strike while the guards’ fear was still fresh. If I faked any sort of injury or illness, they’d come running or risk facing Marceau’s wrath. How could I make a move when I didn’t know where my father was? The idea of waiting like a good little damsel for my mates to rescue me made me want to vomit, and

out now and when we do, we release

the volume down a few levels

lurched, caught in a whirlwind like my vision. I

from a high-tech prison run

to me, his

waved my hand in his direction as I rinsed my mouth out, splashing the running water on my face to chill my heated face and neck. Bracing my palms on the edge

Bastiaan’s show of concern and my throwing up, both would

act that

Evva, for the rousing

lip, more folding over with stomach pains. It’s the oldest and cheesiest trick in the book,

faked a wobble in my

I connected my gaze with his confused molten honey

another word, I shouted out, putting as much

Something doesn’t feel

my lower abdomen, faking a wash of pain

want one guard to drop

Bastiaan winced, over-stretching

side of his ribs showed a heavy green and yellowing colour, threaded with blue from his last match yesterday. The swelling under his left eye had retreated and the contusion had lost its harsh appearance from when I had first seen

thudding on the hard floor. One set, but approaching at speed. As quickly as would look natural, I slipped down onto my mattress, right

a single guard hurried around the corner, entering all on

gave my best innocent face, needing the wolf as

There would be no second attempt for

grab me and haul me to my feet, I struck. I swung my arm around his neck and trapped his windpipe in the crook of my elbow, using my free hand to pull on my wrist and tighten my headlock hold. I wrapped my legs around his waist, catching his arms by his side to keep him from fighting back. With a final show of force, I squeezed

never killed

later,’ Evva commanded. ‘Like when we’re outside the four walls of this

to strip his outer layers off. Pulling the man’s jacket up my arms, I gave Bastiaan a warning look as he watched on, his eyes popping out of his head. I knew what he wanted to say, it was written all over his

What are you doing?