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.

open a bottle of honey-coloured liquor that smelled strongly of alcohol and said, without a glance in my direction,

wanna wait till

look, he flung the bottle

now, chill. I just wanna

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

have them,’ as the dead weight of a body was thrown down the stairs and wrenched the curtain off

at our group of men with thinly veiled suspicion. Yet despite their wariness, they came closer.

some degree. I’m pretty sure two of them were sold by

Badru and me with a concerned

start to earning

a bitter-sweet sentiment 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 he had sold

in 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

come with us, we’ll 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

clustering together to follow our head tracker, flashing us small smiles of silent gratitude. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of one she-wolf in particular, struggling to

was correct. He stood rigid, his eyes never moving from her. His brother, Mariano, who had restrained him, released his

as though he was unsure of his boundaries.

the scene unfold. ‘I

moon goddess knows what she’s doing,’ Suzanna flashed her gaze to me. ‘That she-wolf is Brazilian, so

close as possible, following after Suzanna

winter sun, the riverside Toulouse street barely stirred with any signs of life, except for a small flock of pigeons strutting about and wisps of morning frost fogging against the air. Soon, people would begin to go about

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

the last of our wolf male warriors, exiting the

all we needed from inside; a list of other potential key locations to investigate and possible names of other ringleaders. The club had no other use than to burn to the

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

hand on his 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

what he knew of Spanish so the Portuguese wolf could understand. The brother encouraged him, practically

van in front was

one of the vampires when I spotted his bewildered expression as he

locked up… I’m not being

fine,” the red-haired vampire, 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

“When I tried to demonstrate to you how

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

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,

Bastiaan shifted his attention from the outside to me

least, not 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

pack to our south in Oregon who’s part vampire. He’s a hybrid. His father was a wolf, but his mother is a vampire,” I recalled. Tamlyn was better acquainted with

we could

Badru side-eyed me, not having the words

words. “In fact, if they found out our pack has been selling

inclined his

a former rogue. It’s why our packs were never

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

any of this… I would have staked my life on it…” and I

I prayed I was wrong because Luna Grace had always been a

have been going to with our father,” I scoffed. “We’re hoping they’ll

I would detect

melted away into suburbs and 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 garden. The innocuous and pleasant dwelling would never have raised an eyebrow with the outside world. The high

Badru asked me as he pulled up

Hit them hard and fast before they

for their mates and pups, ten vampires with nothing to lose, five highly trained pack warriors and two

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its outside, and like everything else under Marceau’s control, a gleaming exterior concealed a menacing secret. The guards were dealt with in the same way we dealt with others, putting a permanent end to any further

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 blood away before we dove in to grab the

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

embraced their families, some laughing and some crying