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.

strongly of alcohol and said, without

wanna wait

and giving me a pointed look, he flung the bottle in his

lighting it up now, chill. I

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

the stairs and wrenched the curtain off its rails. “There was only one guard who thought he could win. One wolf male against five pissed off she-wolves? Doesn’t even

of fifteen women down 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

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

cast Badru and me

start to

surprised that none of the male rogues we had rescued so far were those Isaac had sold. It was a bitter-sweet sentiment that he hadn’t sold males with their mates or pups. However, it was a stark reminder,

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

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 our other pack she-wolves. They’ll

the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of one she-wolf in particular, struggling to move and follow the others.

followed her line of sight to one of the Portuguese brothers, Rudolfo, if my memory was correct. He stood rigid, his eyes never moving from her. His

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

watching the scene unfold. ‘I was expecting some mate bonds to pop up, but maybe not

gaze to me. ‘That she-wolf is Brazilian, so communication won’t be an issue for

Rudolfo held his newfound mate as close as possible, following after

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 their day, oblivious to the brief battle that

head tracker to the awaiting

of our wolf male warriors, exiting the

we needed from inside; a list of other potential key locations to investigate and possible names of other ringleaders.

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

“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

translated as best he could with what he knew of Spanish so the Portuguese wolf could understand. The brother encouraged him, practically shoving him in through the

we were close behind, piling into 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

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

lamented. “Two decades locked up… I’m not being funny, but this is

in the spring of 1852

‘adapted’,” Bastiaan laughed, air-quoting the word. “When I tried to demonstrate to you how

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

spoken a little on the way to the early-morning raid on the club about 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

the States?” Bastiaan shifted his attention from the outside to me

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

Oregon who’s part vampire. He’s a hybrid. His father was a wolf, but

we could meet?”

Badru side-eyed me, not

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

inclined his head

rogue. It’s why our packs

is the case, wouldn’t they be willing to assist you in extinguishing

have been involved with them, if any. I would have never thought my father could have done any of

I knew, 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 had always been a warm, kind and nurturing wolf to us… the same words I

big Alpha meeting we’ve been invited to in the summer. Something we would have been going to with our father,” I scoffed. “We’re hoping they’ll have a representative there and we can

hope I would detect any deceit this

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 walls that

you thinking of approaching this?’ Badru asked me as he pulled up some distance

them hard and fast before they

pups, ten vampires with nothing to lose, five highly trained pack warriors and two Alphas determined to right the wrongs of our predecessor, whatever guards

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Marceau’s control, a gleaming exterior concealed a menacing secret. The

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

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

clothing rapidly, focusing on the rogues first so they could finally 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 how much the pup had grown and holding