Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 117

Chapter 114 – Persuasive?

Evgeniya

Upon hearing the slithering voice dripping in condescension, my mates quickly formed rank around me; Astennu to my front as a shield and Badru to my back, his arm wrapped around my belly to protect our pup, leaving me sandwiched between a pair of rumbling Alphas. Any other time, Evva would have been beside herself to be the toasty filling between our Alphas once again. But with a blond pig-of-a-man dressed in a suit in front of us, all she wanted was to break free and run with a bloodlust.

“I knew my lovely lycan would round herself up without me having to spare a few men,” Marceau paid no attention to the twins, focusing his gaze on me, and inclined his head to the right, straight in the direction that a round of metallic clicks rattled at the same time.

My eyes trailed towards the sound, following the littered line of torn bodies of some of the rogues that had attempted their escape and the few guards that had died trying to stop them. But it wasn’t the slew of dead bodies bare from their shift that drew my attention, it was the line of vampire males forced to their knees under threat of fire from the eight guards at their back. Four knelt, bloodied and bruised. Five lay unconscious on the cold snow in front, in an equal state. The only indication that they were alive was the imperceptible rise and fall of their chests.

“Barend…” Bastiaan’s features peeled back in dread.

The red-haired vampire shook his head, signalling to his charge and coven leader not to make a move, earning a swift smack to his head from the guard’s gun over him. Blood gushed from the welt across his forehead and he swayed on his knees. I could almost see the stars pop around his eyes from the force used.

Bastiaan’s distress for his mentor quickly transformed into wrath as he bared his elongated fangs at his former captor. “Jij kutwolf, let them go!”

I had no clue what he had said in Dutch, but I had an idea of what ‘kut’ meant.

His body began to move forward, either wanting to get to his people or wanting to take Marceau’s head. Neither option would lead to any form of success. I reached between my mates and grabbed hold of his upper arm to stop him, rapidly shaking my head to stop him.

‘That’s his coven,’ I mind-linked my mates. ‘They’re all he has left.’

“Marceau-” Astennu warned, his figure trembling with hostility as he outstretched an arm to pull Bastiaan back and put himself squarely in front of us all.

“The older one, I assume?” Marceau cut off whatever it was my mate was going to say, setting his sights on Catalina who clutched onto her mate behind her. “Imagine my surprise when I was sent footage of a rather interesting altercation involving a particularly fiery young lady and one of two familiar faces with her. Unfortunately, someone’s little jailbreak spoiled my welcome reception for our Alpha visitors. So, let’s drop those weapons, including those you think I can’t see,” the venomous wolf in front of us stepped forward and with him came the reason for his confidence; wolves.

There were too many to be more of the guards, they had to be the rogues that I thought had managed to get away. None looked willing to be there or act as backup to the man that enslaved them.

“A little innocent of you, Evie, in thinking all my fighters would turn on me. All those evenings together, alone, didn’t teach you how persuasive I am?” His eyes flashed in delight as my mates’ snarls vibrated the very air surrounding us and the ground under our feet, my skin crawling with the vivid memories of every moment alone with him.

While they were enraged at the thought of Marceau being alone with me in a room, I caught his real meaning. I was only persuaded to be anywhere alone with him because he used the threat of harm against my father to keep me in line.

uses against them,’ Diego quietly backed up what I had worked out. ‘They’re

“The three of you don’t seem to be dropping

was the first to throw down the large knife in his hand, flinging it in an arc, tip first, into the snow- covered dirt. His gaze never dropped from his

weapons hit the ground, the clunk of each ringing through the mountainous forest. I caught a small glimpse of a thin knife still tucked into

have done business in the future, but I assume this…” Marceau goaded, circling his index finger in the air. “…Will get in the way of that. Pity. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking my

though I was meant to stride on over and take it without a

jaws, a rumble working its way up my throat. ‘And where the hell is Adrian

supposed

steely blue of his irises flickered and struggled to bleed into black, his wolf trying to come forward but unable to fully overcome the

Marceau’s smirk broadened. “You’re fighting to simply stand. I doubt we’ll

here,’ my father’s shoulders rolled, his back tensing like he

one is sacrificing themselves,’ Catalina reached behind her. ‘We’re all leaving and since this

of Catalina’s outstretched hand and into the throat of one of the guards standing over the vampires. At the same time, a thunderous gunshot reverberated, amplified by the crisp air. The bullet tore through the guard’s jaw and erupted the side of his face apart in a shower of blood. The

dropping down dead on impact, those of us in clearing flinched, ducking our heads downward on instinct. The four vampires still conscious took their moment, kicking out the legs of the guards they could reach.

guards, who were breaking out into their wolves. He slashed in streamlined motion over his mentor, Barend, acting as his protector against the wolves shifting above him. Astennu was already mid-shift, tearing through his clothing, and snapping at one of the more bloodthirsty rogues that had leapt forward. Which left my father

body ploughed us both into the snow, his

vulnerable and unable to shift until his body flushed the toxin from his body. I knew he underwent training for wolfsbane,

darts hit my father, he would have

had

choking and smothering the cry of panic for

them you fools! If you ever want your pups to see their first shift you’ll bring me my female lycan!” Marceau roared, picking up one of the wolves near him by the scruff of its neck that looked reluctant to attack and hurled them in our direction to a skidding halt at our

recognised. The same jagged scar that ran down

or Diego under her wolf’s midnight chest. It appeared as though she was mind-linking them, talking them down from attacking. It wasn’t the rogues’ fault.

fur on his knuckles and the claws that could barely break through his

deal with this ourselves.