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.

honey-coloured liquor that smelled strongly of alcohol and said, without a

wanna wait till

he flung the

up now, chill. I just wanna

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

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

ushered a huddled group 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 the spare clothing was clutched in

sure two of them were sold by Isaac…

me with a concerned

start to earning

It was a bitter-sweet sentiment that he hadn’t sold males with their mates or pups. However, it

be told what these women were kept for here in the club. It served as yet another reminder of the bubble in which I had been raised

voice to address them. “If you’ll 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 our other pack she-wolves. They’ll

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 move and

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

closer, until their bodies were only inches apart. Rudolfo reached out, wanting to cup her jaw, but pulled back, as though he was

‘I was expecting some mate bonds

flashed her gaze to me. ‘That she-wolf is Brazilian,

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

about and wisps of morning frost fogging against the air. Soon, people would begin to go about their day,

the awaiting vans we

of

key locations to investigate and possible names of other ringleaders. The club had no other

reluctant to leave one another, the blossoming bond, I knew

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

the Portuguese wolf could understand. The brother encouraged him, practically shoving him in through

destination for the van in front was a safe

of the vampires when I spotted his bewildered expression

on so much without us,” he lamented. “Two decades locked up… I’m not being funny, but this is going to take some

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 adapt to this changed

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

to jump in and start explaining how it had moved

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 coven within a wolf pack led by none other than a rare white wolf Alpha. Arwel told us of his sister, Maeryn, and her husband, Rhian, and not knowing if

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

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

pack to our south in Oregon who’s part vampire. He’s a hybrid. His father was a wolf, but his mother is a

could meet?”

side-eyed me, not having the

like ours very much,” I stretched my words. “In fact, if they found out our pack has been

his head in

was a former rogue. It’s why

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

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 been more wrong. “We’re a little in limbo over who we

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 would

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

only hope I would detect any deceit this time

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.

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

like the club. Hit them hard and fast before they

ten rogues desperate for their mates and pups, ten vampires with nothing to lose, five highly trained pack warriors and two Alphas determined to right the wrongs of our predecessor,

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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 damage

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 blood away before we dove in to grab the pup by the scruff of her collar to carry her

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 shifted to fight off the guards, leaving the vampire males the only ones among

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