Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 131

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 131

Epilogue III

Badru

‘Someone had better jump out and shout punk’d or something because this s**t isn’t funny,’ Baniti fumed.

Astennu and I were back all of three days and the devil spawn had stepped out of her portal of hell to curse me with her presence. Of all the she-wolves my Evie could form a tight friendship with, she chose Catalina.

Said she-wolf palmed her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes. “You can glare holes in my forehead all you want, cabrón. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Badru!” Evie attempted to pull away from my chest, but I tightened my arm around her waist and wouldn’t budge. “I invited her to come here. I need help.”

“Then I’ll help you.”

My mate gave me a pointed look that told me whatever dispute I was about to form, I would lose. Not that it would stop my mouth from running and starting one.

And what assistance did Evie need from Catalina anyway?

In our absence, my mate had stepped above and beyond, proving past any doubt that she was every bit the Luna she was born to be. She had organised housing for every new pack member we had gained, all seventy-one of them, focusing on the parents with pups to receive the first spare individual housing; particularly the two women who had lost their mates and were now to raise their children alone.

Evie had even thought to contact Elan, our Delta, to ask if his wiccan Family would accept any of the groups, should they feel uncomfortable living in a pack. Both the wiccans and the Yakama Nation Tribal Council said they would gladly welcome them. So far, the offer hadn’t been needed, but it was reassuring to know that if one or more of the rogue families decided pack life wasn’t for them, they had a safe alternative to go to.

Catalina snapped her fingers rapidly in front of my face. “Evie needs help from someone who knows what they’re doing with helping she-wolves, specifically, so they feel adjusted.”

“But why you, ‘specifically’?” I recognised that I was beginning to whine.

‘Like a b***h, I might add.’ Baniti rolled his eyes so hard that his body threatened to roll with him.

“Shouldn’t you be spending time with your mate” – I waved a hand between her and Diego, the rogue male I remembered her saving, the two clearly displaying their mate marks on their necks – “at home?”

“I don’t know, this is a lot more entertaining than annoying her papi.” A crooked smirk teased his upper lip. “And I was promised horses if I came to live—”

Catalina struck him square across the chest with the back of her hand, her dagger stare shifting to her mate instead of me.

“What do you mean ‘live’?” My eyes narrowed in red-alert suspicion. “Live where exactly?”

“Yeah, I said it was fine for a short visit.” My brother finally decided to speak up.

‘You knew she was coming to begin with?!’

‘Yes?’ He let out an audible sigh. ‘I didn’t say anything because I knew you’d be dramatic about it.’

‘You f*****g traitor! Our next sparring session, you’re getting no mercy.’

I had half a mind to tackle him here and now. To hell with decorum in front of visitors.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I did a double take when Catalina decided to whirl herself out of mine and my twin’s office.

“To choose the room Diego and I will be moving into?” She arched a brow, only pausing in her step to pin me with a look of challenge.

not living in this

her head back around the doorframe. “Oh you’re so

something!” I pleaded

her life to save me, that she can’t

Surely he would be on my side in

who am

said flatly. “Like

(my friend).” Diego slapped an arm over my shoulder. “We’ll be amigos and I’ll

spikes; they’d do less damage,” I grumbled, hating everything this situation was descending into.

fight wild horses out for blood than take on my mate. Come

was a wild horse

a distraction so your

on, tío.” Diego motioned for me to

stand in the way of the miracle of you and Heru getting along.” Astennu jerked his chin in Diego’s direction. ‘I can take care of Janet’s

was one we had all

been a raving b***h to my queen, and that wouldn’t stand with me. Janet didn’t deserve to rot in a cell, indefinitely. Nevertheless, she could never be trusted with free rein of the pack again. So the best decision we

showing a bunch of 100 year-old-plus vampires what a WiFi router is and taking a

become a father with no handle on my personal s**t. Letting a bunch of little pups loose on a temporary distraction to help them acclimatise to their new home would only serve as good practice for my own

vampires faced a massive challenge in adapting to not only a new continent and home, but also to a new time. Their ages spanned over a century in age ranges and the last time any of

would take technologically inept vampires and a mass of screaming children over dealing with

now had the devil’s spawn

your pit

I grumbled away to my

get to know Diego and decide if he, like his mate, was going on my shitlist to avoid and where he would fit best in our pack, since all my

Diego inquired as we walked down the hall, following the smells

back door of the pack kitchen pantry. “I’m not really into horses, so I never paid attention. I’m pretty sure

and swiping a knife, twirling it around his fingers like it was an

know about

from handle to blade. “Comes naturally when

“No, not that. Horses.”

we would circle back to those at some point. “From home. I grew up

pack house to step into the cold air cut with a fragile warmth

their health and release them after. To be an aloitador, a handler, was a rite of passage for newly shifted

Diego must have had in spades if he was blessed with a she-wolf

stood, leisurely grazing in his blanket-type rug. My twin had already seen to his needs first thing this morning, making up for all the time

like the stallion. And the bond wasn’t one-sided, either. That animal knew when my

sound jealous.’ Baniti chimed

not jealous of that

tail swished and what was visible of his

the Wisconsin ranch where Astennu had found him, I was taken in by the stallion’s majestic

the slats of the paddock fence, his boot resting on its edge. “A cremello Akhal-Teke.

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