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-”

spoke hurriedly, backing us all away from the direction they had approached. “Adrian just mind-linked, there’s wolves closing in. He’s

“Adrian’s here too?”

she wrapped me in a tight hug around my

time, fat stinging tears tore through my eyes without mercy, a rage of hormones sending my mood in a

you know another way out, uh,” Badru’s mouth froze mid-sentence, realising he didn’t

You are Astennu and Badru. Evie spoke of

brain for another way out and only one other route came to mind. I hadn’t the first clue 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 my father’s weight to spin our increased group around,

lot of that

me to shift, my father

sneaked the dart rifle I had dropped, carrying it a little too enthusiastically, and Bastiaan guarded our backs, lending a supportive hand as

directions led to was all too abhorrently familiar, having walked through it far too many times. The hinges rang a cringingly loud

table I knew he remembered and wanted to upend at the mere sight of it. And once he was

Astennu that raised the hairs on the backs of my arms and lowered the very temperature

to the ground, the spot where I had

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

palm on each of my mates’ shoulders. “You are your own men. You are good Alphas. I