Romans & histoires Tortured By My Twin Mates

Or for her to wake up and feel like it was all just a dream. It was like there was this huge constriction around her chest that tightened with each step. They won't hate you for mating with Dante, you know. They wouldn't want you living your life alone. And all this would help fix the inevitable, she consoled herself. The hurts now. Hopefully, tomorrow would fix it. That was why she kept fighting.

I couldn’t accept this reality! Jealousy coursed through my body at the sight of my twin and his mate. Now that he had found his mate, I knew he would forget me. “What do you want me to do? Just throw her into the dungeons already. She’s our war prisoner!” I sulked as I walked away with a toss of my dark copper hair.

No matter how hard we try, we won't be able to accept the fact that anyone can live with two partners. I massaged my temples, how in the world am I going to prevent all of the crazy things from happening? First, I turned out to be a werewolf on my eighteenth birthday and then right before just a couple of days before my wedding I found out my twin brother who happens to be my mate's mate as well. Life is surely unpredictable. Way too unpredictable that even my wedding got postponed. I know she has been struggling with the pain of having two mates and wants to ease this soon but... I also know where her heart is trying to take her.

He had made it clear he only allowed me to live because Bennett wanted to keep me like a fucking pet. I didn't bother to wipe the tears from my eyes or the snot from my nose as I felt the will to live evaporate from every cell of my body. I felt myself begin a downward spiral to the same dark place I visited when my parents died. It took years to claw my way out of that scary place in my mind, but I wasn't sure I wanted to fight it this time. I laid there limply, crying silently as I stared out into the thundering darkness. The sight made me feel worse, knowing no matter where I go, they would always find me and force me back. This mate bond was a prison. The only way out? Death.

I have a twin who wants my life like it is been his lifelong wish, well it has been his lifelong wish to have no twin. And just when everything seemed to have gotten better…well so I thought, my mate was healing me to destroy me yet again. I turned backing her like I was before. The idea of her having him hurt more than anything else, but I have been used to pain, I shouldn't be this hurt however I couldn't help it.

I blew a breath out of my nose, trying to understand what was happening. Mates, MATES?! Plural. Hot, sexy, delicious, mates; and I had two. How was this possible? This was unheard of, unacceptable, but I couldn't deny the pull toward them both. They were obviously as flustered and confused as I was, I saw both of their nostril's flare as they took in my scent. While I couldn't see Zach's pupils as his eyes were too dark, Mike's dilated noticeably. His mouth turned up at the corner, into a slight smirk.

I felt two pairs of eyes burning into me, and I let out a shaky sigh. Glancing around, I met Curt and Knox’s eyes. They sat across the chair from mine, their black eyes looking directly into mine. Sitting this close to them was both a boon and a bane. It was a blessing because I had a much better perspective of them. They were much more intoxicating up close. They were identical twins— full eyebrows, followed by long eyelashes and plump lips. Sitting there alone, I tried to choose between the two, but it was impossible. I couldn't decide between them because they were both so handsome.

In her words, “permanently beneath my feet for the rest of your pathetic life.” Days dragged into weeks, each slower than the last. My spirit frayed. My soul was worn out. My body was plastered with exhaustion. Bone-deep exhaustion. I didn't know how much of this torture I could take. I wake up every day hoping it will be my last. Still, I was here. In the Thunderstorm Pack. Still within the reach of my twin sister and her mate, Alpha Elion. My pussy clenched hard at the mention of his name. Elion.

Warning! Warming!! Warning!!! This chapter contains a rape and violence scene. Please skip it if you're not interested in reading it. *** The Lycan Twins' Abused Mate was written by MB. I knew it. You're being greedy. **** Mr. Garcia's point of view. After staying here and experiencing the torture they inflicted upon me, I realized that there's hell on earth. They were not humans. They treated everyone here like a mutt. We were ants in their eyes. I have never suffered like this before in my life.

“Calm down, I don’t think you are prepared for this.” I wasn’t, but in the heat of my desperation, I didn’t think about that. I tried, I really tried to make his dick penetrate through my asshole, but the pain was just too excruciating, like my body was ripping into two. A sharp pain clutched my heart when the mate bond clashed with my desires. I winced in agony. Malric’s face suddenly flashed in my mind, drawing in the rest of the hurtful memories along with it. My heart crumbled at the intensity of the torture, the conflicting emotions that ran through my head distorted everything!