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.

of alcohol and

wait till

me a pointed look, he flung the bottle in

it up now, chill.

was having difficulty keeping still. I was too, but, as always, I managed to conceal my agitation a little better than

and wrenched the curtain off its rails. “There was only one guard who thought he could win. One

the stairs who peered at our group of men with thinly veiled suspicion. Yet despite their wariness, they came closer. The blankets our pack had carried now draped over their shoulders and

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

cast Badru and me with a

perfect start to earning their

that he hadn’t sold males with their mates or pups. However, it was a stark reminder, standing in flesh and blood before us, that

the club. It served as yet another reminder of the bubble in which I had been raised within, where I had never once imagined such atrocities existed or understood the harsh dangers rogues

get you to 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

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, but rather because she couldn’t look

the Portuguese brothers, Rudolfo, if my memory was correct. He stood rigid, his eyes never moving from her. His brother, Mariano, who had restrained him, released his

two steadily inched closer, until their bodies were only inches apart. Rudolfo reached out, wanting to cup her jaw, but pulled back, as though he was unsure of his boundaries.

to himself in my mind, watching the scene unfold. ‘I was expecting some mate bonds to pop

what she’s doing,’ Suzanna flashed her gaze to me. ‘That she-wolf is Brazilian, so communication won’t

Rudolfo held his newfound mate as close as possible, following

of life, except for a small flock of pigeons strutting about and wisps of morning frost fogging

by our head tracker to the awaiting vans we had parked and bundled them inside for their

instructed the last of

of other potential key locations to investigate and possible names of other ringleaders. The club had

two newly found mates looked reluctant to leave one another, the blossoming

shoulder, causing him to momentarily look away. “You should go with her. We’ll see to it your brother is reunited with his mate and pups. I promise, we’ll be back in a

wolf could understand. The brother encouraged him, practically shoving

our own 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

it?” I asked one of the vampires when I spotted

world’s moved on so much without us,” he lamented. “Two decades locked

Barend, nudged him playfully. “I was born in the spring of 1852 and I predate the electric lightbulb. So I have every faith that you’ll adapt to this

the word. “When I tried to demonstrate to you how to

jump in and start explaining how it had moved on to

where they had come from and how they had come to be under the control of a man like Marceau. Arwel, and a handful of the other vampires, were Welsh, from the UK. That was why my brother and I recognised his accent, it sounded similar to our mother’s. They had encountered the Dutch vampires in the north of England, where they had established their

covens in the States?” Bastiaan shifted his attention from

of. So, if you do decide to come to our pack, be prepared for some stares. It’s been a while since any

vampire. He’s a hybrid. His father

could

side-eyed me, not having

my words. “In fact, if they found out our pack has been selling rogues, they’d

his head in

was a former rogue. It’s

is the case, wouldn’t they be willing to assist you in extinguishing the rings?” He posed a

no idea which other packs have been involved with them, if any. I would have never thought my father could have done any of this… I would have staked my life on it…” and I couldn’t have

begin with and her background was a fabrication to establish a cover. I prayed I was wrong because Luna

we would have been going to with our father,” I scoffed. “We’re hoping they’ll have a representative there and we can speak face to

only hope I would detect any deceit this

finally to the rural French coast. A single lone house crept over the horizon, the only structure around for miles. As we drew closer, it took the form of a modest country château with round turrets on either side and a charming

this?’ Badru asked me as

the club. Hit them hard

warriors and two Alphas determined to right the wrongs of our predecessor, whatever guards

*

*

*

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

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 blood away before we dove in to grab

blanket, carrying her over to another small girl who looked like a brunette reflection of her. Most of the wolves, like myself, had shifted

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 how much the