Tortured By My Twin Mates Mga Nobela at Kwento

On top of that, the Tainted attack had left a fire under my skin, a deep, muscular ache that felt like shards of glass grinding against my bones with every breath I took. Beneath it all, the mate bond was a relentless, siphoning drain, a parasite feeding on what little strength I had left. I was a raw, bleeding nerve, and the slightest touch felt like a brand. Coming here hadn’t been a choice. It had been a primal, instinctual crawl toward the only source of anesthesia I had. Her. I hadn’t even cared if she saw me cry. I’d just needed to bury my face in her hair and breathe her in until the screaming in my head stopped.

The third, fourth up to the twentieth hit me, and I swore that I was almost on the verge of collapsing. “Too bad, I don't think she can take any more whips at this rate,” someone said in the crowd. “Don't forget, she still has to go through the silver chain torture. The moment I heard the silver chain torture, I felt weak in my body and soul. My wolf whimpered and called for rescue from our mate. But he was nowhere to be found. “Do not worry, Scarlet, we can go through this. We don't need our mate to survive this, trust me. He can go to hell and burn to ashes for all I care!" I said inwardly with a clench of my fist.

I spit through gritted teeth. She cocks a brow. “Should I start mentioning what makes you his twin? Or maybe just one thing will suffice?” “Shut up.” My body was vibrating with my anger. I was shaking and my hands wanting to dig into her flesh and rip her heart out of her chest. But she isn’t presently here. She is just messing with my head. It is what she does best. “You both ended your mates. Like father, like son."

"You took away her mate, do you not understand how painful that is. And she cant even die because she is tied to your bitter ass" "I'm not bitter. And she hardly looks like she is in pain, she got off easy" "How would you know? How you feel if we lost our mates? We would be heartbroken and in constant pain..." " No we would be dead. You stupid tiger, our life in tied to theirs now, if they die I will happily die knowing I am finally free of those disgusting creatures" " why you stubborn Jackas...." Rona was cut off when the cell door opened and the handsome devil twins that we were just talking about stepped into my cell.

I was panting and moaning while lying on the bed beside Izar—the twin brother of Cygnus, my mate—but apparently, his brother is also my mate. Right? My waiting was worth it! Even though I always complained to the Moon Goddess, she still blessed me with two mates. Cygnus took me into their house after we met at the bar last night, and he didn’t even mention he had a twin. And right now, that twin is pleasuring me, his fingers thrusting in and out of my wet p*ssy, and I couldn’t do anything but moan at the intense pleasure. I could hear the slick sounds, and we were kissing harshly—our tongues lashing, sucking, and licking. My hips lifted when I came, but he didn’t stop moving his hand. I moan

But Xander felt it too. We’re not twins. Shared mates aren’t uncommon, but only ever with multiple births. Identical twins and triplets share a soul, everyone knows that, so they share a mate. But that’s not what this is. And I’ve never heard of mates feeling memory pain or pain from dreams? So why? What’s going on? I shake my head slightly. I don’t have the capacity for that right now. Not on top of everything else. Zahra needs me.

Having sex with someone upstairs, right above my closet room. It wasn’t pleasure that I felt through the bond, but pain and hatred. Each thrust into whichever woman they’d chosen for the night was like nails on a chalkboard. Every time they made her come, my wolf howled in agony. She wanted me to go to them. She wanted me to reclaim my mates. And for a while, I almost did. I almost gave into that urge and ran upstairs, ripping them off of her and taking what was mine. But that was the thing—the twins might have been my mates, but they weren’t mine. Not really. And as for me, I was just a toy to them, a doll to humiliate and torment until they grew tired of me.

The death I've prayed for for years is minutes away, however I don't want it. I want to live, to finally get away from it all and be free. Free of a life without pain or torture. A life I don't hate. To live a life without fear and pain. To finally be myself without fearing what would happen to me next. Yet here I am, laying on the forest floor broken and abused. Ironic isn't it? Struggling to stand up with whatever it is still lodged in my shoulder I look around to see where they've gone. I end up falling over from pain and landing on the object still protruding; causing it to lunge deeper into me. Finally letting the darkness take over.

I didn't hear them mostly because I was screaming but I was able to grab just three words. "Pitchfork... Her... Suffer... That was when I was able to notice the thick blood that was all over the bodies of both beasts. I stared at the blood stained pitchfork and screamed the louder. I knew what they were about to do. There was no escape for me. Nothing at all for me to do no. They were about to give me the worst pains of my life. I watched as the one which had appeared second came towards me and pinned me down. I was still screaming loudly. The fire didn't seem to affect them as it affected me.