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-”

us all away from the direction they had approached. “Adrian just mind-linked, there’s wolves closing in. He’s trying to find a new vantage point to look out for

“Adrian’s here too?”

tight hug around my ribs. “We all came for

my mood in a wild direction. I had never cried so much in such a short

uh,” Badru’s mouth froze mid-sentence, realising he didn’t know the

indicated himself. “And the tattoos with the mouth is Diego. You are Astennu and Badru. Evie spoke of you often. Now

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

but there’s a lot of that going around today,” I elbowed my mates from taking my father from

I was two months pregnant and nearing the point where it would 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 any shape for

sneaked the dart rifle I had

led to was all too abhorrently familiar, having walked through it far too many times. The hinges rang a cringingly loud creak as they opened to the

jutted my chin in its direction, steering my father around the dining table I knew he remembered and wanted to upend at the mere sight of it.

raised the hairs on the backs of my arms and lowered the

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

setting across his lips. He couldn’t look at

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 stop