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-”

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

“Adrian’s here too?”

sure is,” she wrapped me in a tight hug around my ribs. “We all came

eyes without mercy, a rage of hormones sending my mood in a wild

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

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

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, undeterred that he tried to refuse help yet again. It was irritating seeing my stubborn streak reflected back at me in

there’s a lot of that

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 in

responding to my directions along the disturbingly soundless cold concrete corridors. I noticed Catalina had sneaked the dart rifle I had dropped, carrying it a little too enthusiastically, and Bastiaan guarded our

times. The hinges rang a cringingly loud creak as they opened

upend at the mere sight of it. And once he was done, it would

A low growl rumbled from Astennu that raised the hairs on the backs of my

ground, the spot where I had almost

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

your father,” 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