Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 130

Epilogue II

Astennu

My brother’s fist connected with the once clean-set jaw of who we had established to be the club manager. His dislocated mandible matched nicely with the broken nose I had gifted him a few moments ago. A couple of hours and his bones would be set by his werewolf healing, ready to begin again if he continued to remain silent.

“We know you have she-wolf rogues here,” I demanded, grabbing him by the collar. “Release them to us, now.”

Between the information Adrian, the rogue males and Bastiaan and his vampires had gathered in Marceau’s compound, we knew they had at least fifteen she-wolves housed in the club. And we knew for certain Marceau owned this ‘establishment’.

The man spat a bloody wad to the side and followed with what I could only interpret as an insult.

“Enculer, couillon.”

“Adrian? Translate for our friend,” I released the manager knowing full well he could speak English. He was merely being a d**k and testing my patience, a poor decision on his part.

“With pleasure,” the warrior stepped up, rolling his sleeves. “Où sont les louves?”

He landed an uppercut, hitting directly under the man’s broken jaw, sending him flying backwards and over the desk.

“Monsieur,” Bastiaan drawled, leaning over the desk and resting his weight on the knuckles of his fists. “You can play with these gentlemen or I can drag you downstairs by that rather expensive looking tie to the gentlemen you presided over when they were forced to fight here. Rest assured, they shan’t play as nicely as we do. You are but a stepping stone to those men being reunited with their families and they are quite eager to get to the château that houses them.”

Showing that he did, in fact, understand English, the manager fished out a key from the drawer of his desk and scrawled a number on a piece of paper, pushing both towards us.

“À l’étage, porte rouge.”

“There, that wasn’t so hard,” Adrian snatched them away before the man had any bright ideas, holding them out for me. ‘Present for you, booboo.’

‘When we burn this place down,’ I grabbed the items from his hand. ‘I’m leaving you inside.’

‘Is this our love language now? You making empty threats to kill me?’

‘Who said they’re empty?’

‘Go to our happy place,’ Aasim grumbled away. ‘Evie, wearing nothing but her hair down and-’

‘Don’t start, wolf. I can’t run a rescue if I’m pitching a tent.’

“What do we do about this guy?” Badru thumbed over to the manager. ‘We can’t just let him go.’

In silence and faster than even my Alpha wolf sight could follow, a metallic flash sliced the air apart and embedded itself in the man’s left eye, dropping him to the ground dead.

“He’s dealt with,” Bastiaan rasped a huge sigh, his shoulders slumping as though a bitter weight had been shed. “…I’m done here.”

The door opened with a resounding slam, denting the plasterwork with an imprint of the handle where it struck the wall. Badru and I shared a look, wondering whether it was the right choice to let the vampires and rogues accompany us to raid the club. The families weren’t kept here and we knew it from the files sealed in Marceau’s compound. The club was on the way to the château where they were held hostage on the French coast, but we couldn’t leave it to stand another night. This hell hole wrapped in gold had been built on these men’s backs, on their blood. Seeing with their own eyes what lay above the pit’s cage stirred a turmoil of sentiments for them.

“What did dead guy say?” My brother asked Adrian as we followed after Bastiaan.

“Upstairs, red door. Guess we missed that while we were having to play house.”

Normally, I would have bitten at his teasing remark, but it was lacking its distinct baiting edge. There was a lot we had missed, it seemed, being so focused on finding Evie.

‘What could we have done?’ Aasim rationalised. ‘Had we put a paw out of step, we would never have seen our mate again and the rogues would never have been freed.’

I knew my wolf was right, but it didn’t mean that it sat any easier.

Back in what was left of the once lavish main atrium of the club, I picked my way around the bodies we had left. Glass and mirrors were scattered in shards and the velvet chairs and seats lay upended, smatterings of blood splattered across them. The personnel had been armed, yet obviously hadn’t expected our party knocking down their doors at daybreak. With us were a small group of ten wolves from Two Moons, as many as could accompany us on such short notice; five wolf males and five she-wolf warriors and trackers.

“Alphas?” Bastiaan called our attention. “My coven found a discreet staircase leading to an upper level. But I do not believe you are best to investigate.”

“Agreed,” my brother looked over to our head tracker, Suzanna, and her four other she-wolf warriors.

“Suzanna? Take your team to investigate,” I handed her the key and the scrap of paper that I was sure was a door code. “A bunch of wolf males storming where the women are kept could terrify them. We’ll keep our distance down here.”

She gave a curt nod and accepted the items offered, gesturing to her team of she-wolves carrying blankets and clothing to follow. They vanished behind heavy black drapes trimmed in gold and we waited the agonising minutes for their return.

“What’re you doing?” I jerked when I heard a crystalline smash ricochet back behind me in the direction of my brother.

that smelled strongly of alcohol and said, without a glance in my

maybe wanna wait

and giving me a pointed look, he

now,

sonogram scan, my younger brother was having difficulty keeping still. I was too, but, as always, I managed to conceal my agitation a little better than my twin did by drumming my fingers impatiently against my bicep rather than hurl alcohol about to

body was thrown down the stairs and wrenched the curtain off its

suspicion. Yet despite their wariness, they came closer. The blankets our pack had carried now draped over their shoulders

I’m pretty sure two of them were sold by Isaac… they mentioned a

Badru and me with a concerned

start to earning their

had sold. It was a bitter-sweet sentiment that he hadn’t sold males with their mates or

here in the club. It served as yet another reminder of the bubble in which I had been raised within, where I

safety. No one here is going to harm you and you’ll never return to this sort of life again. Just stick with Suzanna and our other pack she-wolves. They’ll ensure you get

small smiles of silent gratitude. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of one she-wolf in particular, struggling to move and follow the others. Not because she was hurt or injured,

one of the Portuguese brothers, Rudolfo, if my memory was correct. He stood rigid, his eyes never

back, as though he was unsure of his boundaries. She grasped his wrist, nuzzling into his palm, an understanding sparking between them that transcended any

scene unfold. ‘I was expecting some mate bonds to pop up,

to me.

her, Rudolfo held his newfound mate as close as possible, following after Suzanna who had waited for

strutting about and wisps of morning frost fogging against the air.

were swiftly escorted by our head tracker to the awaiting vans we had parked and bundled them inside

it,’ Badru instructed the last of our wolf male warriors,

locations to investigate and possible names of other ringleaders. The club had no other use than to burn to the

mates looked reluctant to leave one another, the blossoming bond, I knew all too well, demanding they

to momentarily look away. “You should go with her. We’ll see to it your brother is reunited with his

wolf could understand.

and winding through the sleepy city streets towards the open road. The destination for the van in front was a safe house we had arranged to reconvene and coordinate from once we had the young pups. For us, we were heading towards

I spotted his bewildered expression

us,” he lamented. “Two decades locked up… I’m not being funny, but this is going to take some

in the spring of 1852

laughed, air-quoting the word. “When I tried to

to jump in and start explaining how it had moved on to WiFi and fibre broadband.

accent, it sounded similar to our mother’s. They had encountered the Dutch vampires in the north of England, where they had established their coven within a wolf pack led by none other than a rare

there any covens in the States?” Bastiaan shifted his attention

on the west coast that I’m aware of. So, if you do decide to come to our pack, be prepared for some stares. It’s been a while since any of our pack have

hybrid. His father was

could

me, not having the

if they found out our pack has been selling rogues, they’d probably

inclined his

a former rogue. It’s why our packs were

they be willing to assist you in extinguishing the rings?” He posed a

if any. I would have never thought my father could have done any of this… I would have staked my

our southern neighbour’s Luna was never a rogue to begin with and her background was a fabrication to establish a cover. I prayed I was wrong because Luna Grace

going to with our father,”

would detect any deceit this

modest country château with round turrets on either side and a charming garden. The innocuous and pleasant dwelling would never have raised an eyebrow with the outside world. The high walls that sealed the back

me as he

club. Hit them hard and fast before they

pack warriors and two Alphas determined to right the wrongs of our predecessor, whatever guards lay inside didn’t

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like everything else under Marceau’s control, a gleaming exterior concealed a menacing secret. The guards were dealt with in the

I dispatched the last guard, throwing him to the side as the last of the women and pups fled past us and out of the château. One of the small girls tripped over her feet, sprawling across the tiled floor of the foyer. My wolf quickly swiped our muzzle through our fur to wipe any

grass carefully as Barend wrapped her up in a blanket, carrying her over to another small girl who looked like a brunette reflection of her. Most of the wolves, like myself, had

hold their mates, their pups or both. All around us, the excited babble and squeals of pups erupted. The rogue males embraced their families, some laughing and some crying with relief and joy to be reunited after years apart. I spotted Mariano and his son, whom he hadn’t seen since the boy was a toddler, mesmerised by