Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 115

Chapter 112 – Reunited? II of III

Astennu

My heart stopped at the flash of dark gold I could barely believe was true. Whatever was fired had lodged itself in the wall just above my shoulder and I couldn’t care less.

The prison, the people around us, all of it faded, leaving Evie’s shapely figure eclipsed in her glow.

It was like I was seeing her face for the first time, mesmerised by her perfection. Every minute detail and soft feminine feature I remembered, but it was as though I was recalling a fantasy that I hadn’t actually been blessed with.

The gun in her hands fell, clattering to the floor, her perfect shimmering eyes welling up and magnifying her colours.

“Aste… Ru?” Her beautiful face inclined to each of us.

‘Is she real?’ Aasim whispered. ‘Because if this is a dream, it’s a cruel one.’

“You almost shot me,” Badru raised a trembling hand to her jaw, releasing a held breath as he felt the sparks surge through his skin.

“You took two months to find me, so I still might,” she leant into his touch, clasping her hands over his.

“Is that why you didn’t wait for us to save you?” I croaked, my mouth breaking into the easiest smile I hadn’t felt for so long.

one of her hands slid up the line of my

oxygen-stealing shudder, and settled over my cheek,

head back to give my brother more access to her neck that he claimed. Her vanilla taste, her scent, all of her was like the first time all over again; new and familiar all over again. Too soon, our kiss was broken and my tongue felt her loss as she yanked Badru’s jaw to hers. I buried my nose in her tresses, taking in every steadying and grounding note of

scent was new. I had smelled it on her before and mistook it as the oil given to her by my Delta, Elan,

her womb was, where our baby was growing. My brother’s hand joined mine, his head resting on her shoulder and heaving for breath, as

mess, his presence

cough from behind our mate that popped our bubble, reminding us several

Evgeniya

pools pulsated with every shade of midnight I remembered, more vibrant than ever. The edges of my vision sparkled and

curled its way towards me, surrounding me and filling my lungs. Their touch was stronger than I ever remembered, heightened by either the time apart, my pregnancy or the sheer amount of hormones coursing through my blood. My entire skin erupted in tingling electrical currents, snaking in waves as their hands and lips reacquainted themselves

me from the fantasy I had slipped into. My head spun in its direction to my father, freely

show respect,” his identical eyes to mine hardened, glinting

wall and I naturally shrunk back under his raw authority. My mates remained rooted to the spot, almost gulping under his

to hurt them… is he?’ My wolf was unsure in my mind, interrupting

not getting out of it… but, I am glad to

them in for a tight hug. Diego had been shouldering my father, so where had he

deep red and his hair was mussed up, so I knew I had missed the heavy makeout session they had shared. Every time I had heard Diego open his mouth with a cascade of fiery insults