Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 116

Chapter 113 – Reunited? III of III

Evgeniya

The vampire stood far back, looking a little awkward, a little uncomfortable and very much fraught.

‘Oh, yeah,’ Evva tittered nervously. ‘We were in the middle of a jailbreak and you got distracted.’

‘I got distracted?!’ The nerve of that damn wolf. Her mental tail was still wafting around in arousal as she enticed her mates through their link.

“Holy shit…” Astennu began the sentence and Badru finished it in their twin synchronicity. “…You’re a vampire?”

Bastiaan raised a brow at the most obvious statement that could be made, given the colours of his skin swirling clearly in the dim corridor. “Nothing much escapes your Alphas’ attention does it?”

“Yeah, they’re total idiots and they’re mine,” I upturned my face to each of them, fresh tears beginning to spring that I thought had run dry. Damn these pregnancy hormones.

I blew out my cheeks in a shaky breath and shook my head free before I was lulled back into my mates’ far too tempting bubble of sweet and spicy scents and ripples of tingles snaking from my palms upwards in a wave.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” I swallowed the thick lump that had risen and stuck in my throat. “Is it safe the way you came i-”

had approached. “Adrian just mind-linked, there’s wolves closing in. He’s trying to find a new

“Adrian’s here too?”

tight hug around my ribs. “We all came

tears tore through my eyes without mercy, a rage of hormones sending my mood in a wild direction. I had never cried so much in such a short span

another way out, uh,” Badru’s mouth froze mid-sentence, realising he didn’t know the names of my fellow

and Badru. Evie spoke of you often. Now please, for the love

where it actually led, but I had seen one individual leave through it and never return, Marceau’s private dining room. Rolling my shoulder to relieve the ache settling in from the recoil of the rifle, I steadied

of that going around today,” I elbowed my

be dangerous for me to shift, my father was still a little faltering on his feet and Diego was both love-drunk, besotted and slashed open. Neither of the three of us were

noticed Catalina had sneaked the dart rifle I had dropped, carrying it a little

many times. The hinges rang

he remembered and wanted to upend at the mere sight of it. And once he was done, it would be my turn to throw it through the window. “I don’t know where it leads, but Finley left

raised the hairs on the backs of

I eyed the door, my gaze slipping to the ground, the spot where I had almost watched my father die. “…I know…

grimacing frown setting across his lips. He couldn’t look at me and seemed to purposely

my dad pushed away from me, steady and calm, placing a heavy palm on each of my mates’ shoulders. “You are your own men. You are good Alphas. I am proud to call you sem’ya… family. Now