Novel & Cerita Tortured By My Twin Mates

She had called but no response came. His chest heaved up and down. "Not them please". He had whispered. "Who?" She had asked softly, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Mates". He whispered. It had hit her like a bombshell. Her brother didn't say 'mate', he said 'mates'. Plural and not singular. She was yet to find her mate but she knew the whole drill. If you were a guy and turns out to be mated to a twin, you won't be mated to only one but the both of them, if you're a female twin, you and your twin sister would be mated to the same guy. As a twin guy, you are both mated to one girl. The girl in turn is mated to both of you. She always wondered how it went for male and female twins.

She was theirs, and they were hers, a bond forged in desire and sealed in the heat of passion. The knots began to dissolve, the physical manifestation of their bond slowly fading, but the emotional connection remained, stronger than ever. They had marked her, claimed her, bound her to them in a way that transcended the physical. They were mates, a trinity united by love and desire, their fates intertwined, their souls forever bound.

“Were these, were these twins part of the auction?” “The first set, no. I ran across them when a pack allowed me to stay for a short while before kicking me out. Your brothers remind me of them. They were happy and chippery, just like your brothers, but they were also madly in love and couldn't keep their hands off each other. They knew they were mates and would share a mate, but I was kicked out before they ever found their mate,” Maverick said as he stared at the chessboard, trying to figure out his next move.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

The twins, Zion, and I said that we were headed to the room but to make certain that the little convict was not let out of anyone’s sight and to force him to block his mindlink. We were walking down the hall when my pain started back up, causing me to trip. I would have fallen to the floor if Zion had not caught me. The pain was nowhere near as bad today, thank the Goddess for Grandma’s tea. However, it did not stop the pain of knowing that my mate was with someone else right now. ‘Are you okay? Why are you in pain?’ Zion linked as he steadied me. ‘I’m fine. The answer isn’t one I can give right now, cousin. Just know that it’s a Vessel thing.’

He slumped down taking a drink of the rum and coke he had every evening. “So, what you’re saying is both your girls would’ve been fated to my nephews but because one passed away now all four of them are fated to one?” Chris asked putting his hand on the nape of his neck and shifting to one foot. “Well, we have a solution, we may not know who was fated to whom but you have two weeks to choose your mates by marking or to denounce them.” I gasped as thoughts came flooding into my head, I closed my eyes trying to calm my anxiety. I suddenly felt hands on me, on my hands, back, shoulders, and head, and I felt calmer but overwhelmed by a pull in my chest, I opened my eyes to see the twins rubbing

Kadeem swallowed hard, the pain and regret flooding his body. "Did you see that? They loved it!" Mateo boasted as he slid back into his seat, already scanning the room for his next flirting conquest. Kadeem forced a chuckle, but his thoughts were faraway. He dragged in a sharp breath. “Maybe I was better off not knowing.” His friend gripped his shoulder, grounding him. “You’re processing all of this again, and it’s hard now, but it’s going to be okay. You’re okay.” But he wasn’t. Memories tore him open, ripping wounds that had only just begun to heal. The wolf howled, wild with grief and longing for its mate, and Kadeem howled with it.

Fear was invading her body parts, her heart beating more louder and fast as for her breath, it was becoming wheeze as if about to cry. "Impossible!" This is the only exclamation she could use to define what she saw. 'Goddess, what had I done to deserve all this?' She asked herself at the back of his brain. 'How could you asign Byron to be my mate?' One was shocked and another one terrified, then the scene became awkward.

She started thinking about everything she faced in life, her mother, her brother. Keyinde: Am I just going to die inside this python? No....my mother, my brother...I haven't found my brother....I've got to find him before I die or I won't be at peace... All that happened before the snake swallowed her. She thought about what to do to save herself.... just then, she felt something, a dagger. She took it and stabbed it's throat continuously, she was already getting short of breath but she kept stabbing until it was forced to spit her out. She gasped for her like she ran a marathon race, laying like a lifeless body on the ground after which she passed out. Hours later, she woke up to kind herse