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?

wolf was so rigid in my mind, she could have been picked up

day long, I had thought of my possible escape plan, my one and only shot to break myself, and others, out and now I didn’t know what to do. My escape plan involved my father being here. I didn’t need him for it, but I wasn’t about to leave him behind. I 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

into my forehead. ‘We get out now and when we

volume down a

my vision. I rushed

sickness, first. Escape from a high-tech prison run by a psychopath,

called out to me,

water on my face 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 case a round two

concern and my throwing up, both would have been

that ass

the rousing

lip, more folding over with stomach pains. It’s the oldest and

and feigning an issue, I faked a wobble in my

don’t react,” I connected my gaze with his confused molten

he could say another word, I shouted out, putting as much of a pitiful wail into my voice

Something doesn’t feel

abdomen, faking a wash of pain for the

advised. ‘We want one guard to drop in,

over-stretching his

right 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

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, right where

a single guard hurried around the corner, entering all

get up,” I gave my best innocent face, needing the wolf as near to me as possible to keep him out

would be no second attempt for me. It

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

when we’re outside the four walls of this

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 are you doing?