Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 119

Chapter 116 – Home?

Badru

‘How you feeling?’ The wet nose of Evie’s wolf nuzzled into my cheek.

“Like I wanna throw up fire,” I slurred, the moonlit world around me still spinning with a faint chime to it.

No amount of wolfsbane training could have prepared me for the amount coursing through my bloodstream. I didn’t know how many darts I had been hit with, but the number definitely amounted to more than one. Baniti’s voice had all but vanished in my mind, our link separated and cut as the toxin bound itself to my nerve endings.

“Here, chica,” I had heard the echoing voice of Catalina speak from behind my eyelids that had slowly begun to close.

The fur beside me retreated and was replaced with subtle soft skin that I wanted draped across me forever. A tickling trail of light fingers weaved through my short beard and I couldn’t stop the overly dramatic purring growl rippling through my throat. I grasped her palm, running my tongue over the sweet-tasting pulse point of her wrist and did my best to prise my eyes open to meet her stormy blue irises.

A black shirt covered her bare figure, but seeing she was knelt bare in the snow wouldn’t do. Ignoring the bunching tension at my temples and the pounding of my head, I pushed a splayed hand out to prop myself up and pull her by the waist to my lap. The mother of my pup was not about to grow cold in the snow.

“Ru!” She hissed a whisper, pushing at my bare chest. “I’m fine. You’re the one who needs looking after. You took four vials of wolfsbane.”

“I’m not the one pregnant here that’s been locked away for two mont-… Wait,” I interrupted myself, trying to focus my vision on the clearing around us.

Our SUV was pulling into sight, driven by Adrian. Catalina looked as though she was stitching up the wounds on the dark-haired vampire which my foggy brain wanted to remember as Bastiaan. And the others were busy checking if the guards were actually dead or tending to their allies’ injuries. Even through my dissociated vision, I could tell apart the vampires from the wolves. Their eerily pale skin, coupled with the swirling muted colours on its surface, could belong to no other being. Of all the creatures I was expecting to find held here, vampires would have been at the bottom of that list along with wiccans.

The one person I needed to see was nowhere in sight. Scratch that, two people.

A feeble whimper from my wolf tweaked my mind, his form remaining a blur, but at least he was coming back to me.

‘Aste! Where ar-’

‘Don’t worry about me, akhwyaa alsaghir (my little brother),’ I could feel his overprotective relief washing through me. ‘Konstantin and I are coming back… Marceau is dealt with.’

Their two wolves emerged through the scrub line of the trees and my twin made a beeline for me and Evie, sniffing over where I had been hit. I had to do a double take of Konstantin’s wolf, unsure whether the lingering effects of the wolfsbane were messing with my eyesight or whether his wolf really did look more of a beast than Evie’s.

Astennu’s crouched human form shifted at my side, helping our mate stand first and then slinging my arm over his shoulder to haul me to my feet. I grabbed my pants at the waistband from where they had torn to stop them from falling down like a slap-stick gag; my partial shift just as I was hit with the darts had shredded through my boots and shirt and had almost claimed my pants.

‘Come on,’ he supported my weight on one side as Evie steadied me from the other.

‘But you’re hurt, too.’ I could smell the tang of blood on him and I would know his scent anywhere, intermingled or not.

Just a small puncture wound to my shoulder. So quit arguing and let’s get you to the car

begin. We needed our mate out of here, but the idea of sending her off alone made my skin shiver and growl bubble deep in my chest. After two months apart, she was never leaving my side again. We also had a clearing of at least twenty individuals, I couldn’t see straight yet for a true count, who had no home and missing family that we needed to find. And that was ignoring the dead that needed to be dealt with as the

move was an understatement. Tracking Evie down had opened a whole can

with Marceau’s body?”

where it fell,” Konstantin grunted, yanking a pair of pants up. “I no waste more effort on that

brother called out, hopping on one leg to pull up his pants. “What are you doing?

us. Without a word, Konstantin threw a blanket around her now he was dressed, equally ignoring

backseat, huddled in the thin fleece about her

this on him?” Astennu twirled the syringe around, stepping back out of the way as Bastiaan carried over Diego with

on my dad,’ Evie’s eyes flickered to him, a glisten of moisture

you’ll pull a stitch,” Catalina shooed the vampire away, looking between the

there was only one dose and her mate was in bad shape. I was at least on my

was completely out of it, shivering in a cold sweat and incoherent with his

expertly and administering it to the deltoid muscle of his upper arm. Not a second after the pale yellow liquid was dispensed did his restlessness ease

taking her hand. “You’re not gonna like this, but you need to go with Catalina, Adrian and your dad and get out of

of saucers, the deeper blue shades of her irises more

reunited. “Working with Thiago, I’ve been trained for things like this. Well, maybe not dismantling a secret trafficking ring up a French mountainside per se, but it can’t be any harder than wrangling a group of thirty little

Catalina inclined her head to other rogues as she smoothed her mate’s hair

side shook their heads

a brow in challenge, making a few of the men shrink under her stare. “Female rogues? They do exist. What the f**k do you think men like Marceau do

find. I managed to get a message through to home, so they’ll be preparing some assistance for us by the time you get there. And hopefully, if we

can handle it, we’ll head out. But we will

I had what we came for. Whether they were here by Isaac’s ‘graces’ or not, we couldn’t leave them here and wish them luck. And goddess knew

on his upper back. “You should go with them. You’re

brother,” another vampire spoke, one with deep brown hair and dark purple eyes that I could

from my coven

in the States,” I looked between the

help us distribute the supplies we were leaving behind. I

were a few language barriers to contend with, as some of the men didn’t speak a word of English. Like the pair of Portuguese brothers, Rudolfo and Mariano. The latter had a human-chosen mate and pup used against him who he hadn’t seen in four years; his pup, a son, had been a toddler the last time he saw him. Mariano thought he was enlisting to fight and win money for his family, unknowing that he and his brother were signing away their very freedom. While none

had remained at the far back of the group; silent and looking bereft of any understanding of what was being said. The exposed expression he wore mismatched the tall and robust build of his frame. The two vampire males that had lived in opposite cells to him claimed he hadn’t once spoken in his six-year confinement. The only time a flicker of comprehension

vastly different, but our father-in-law managed to grasp the basics from him, beginning with his name, Maxim. I had to rack my brain back to high school geography to place where his previous home of Belarus was on the world map, which, given my addled

to keep his compliance. Rather than being tricked into this life, he had been sold into it with his she-wolf mate. He had stood accused of a crime – what, precisely, Konstantin didn’t understand to translate –