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-”

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

“Adrian’s here too?”

around my ribs. “We

fat stinging tears tore through my eyes without mercy, a rage of hormones sending my mood in a wild direction. I had

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

You are Astennu and Badru. Evie spoke of you often. Now please,

return, Marceau’s private dining room. Rolling my shoulder to

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

needed to be free in case a fight descended upon us. 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

soundless cold concrete corridors. I noticed Catalina had sneaked the dart rifle I had dropped, carrying

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

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 through it. So,

low growl rumbled from Astennu that raised the hairs on the backs of my arms and lowered the very temperature

the door, my gaze slipping to the ground, the spot where I had almost watched

across his lips. He couldn’t look at me and seemed to purposely avoid my dad’s

shoulders. “You are your own men. You are good Alphas. I am proud to