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

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

get out now and when we do,

ok. Take the volume down

my vision. I rushed to

Escape from a high-tech prison run

to me, his brows pinched

to chill my heated face and neck. Bracing my palms on the edge of the small sink, I heaved myself up from my knees, leaning over the basin in

and my throwing up, both would have been caught on camera, which, as far as I

act that ass off,

the rousing

stomach pains. It’s the oldest and cheesiest trick in

I faked a wobble in my step, finding the glass to ‘keep me up

matter what happens, don’t react,” I connected my

out, putting as much of a pitiful

doesn’t

a wash of

‘We want one guard to

winced, over-stretching his bruised

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 it. I hoped he

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

and a single guard hurried

can’t get up,” I gave my best innocent face, needing the wolf as near to me as possible to keep him out

efficient and, most importantly, successful. There would be no second attempt for me. It was this

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.

had never

we’re outside the four walls of this cell. Strip the guy and saunter off

the sordid crawl of my skin at bay, and began 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

What are you doing?