All Chapters of Mated To The Lycan Twins: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

GAZELLE'S POV My eyes snapped open and immediately pain doused me in its cold torrents. I was cold, shivering and tired as hell. What the fuck happened? I felt like I was smashed to smithereens by a boulder or something even heavier. I raised my head slowly off the pillow, dragging my gaze around to get a better view of my surroundings. Where was I? A groan worked its way out of me as I struggled into a sitting position. The room I laid in was adorned with luxuries I knew to only be present in... Shit! Am I in the Terrors' residence? As if on cue the door to the room slid open and in came a very familiar fragrance, one that managed to confuse me everytime I sniffed it in - a mixture of something I would term arousal judging by its description in the books I've been reading, and fear. "You're finally awake. We thought you might need to be doused with somwthing cold first." That was Jayden. He was always so casually cruel, always speaking in a tone that belied the level

GAZELLE'S POV My head was swimming by the time we all walked out of the office. I could see the looks of confusion on the faces of Jayden and Jordan, and to be honest, I felt confused too. I could also tell that something was seriously wrong with Jordan and that lady. Her hatred for me seemed to increase as soon as he walked in, and they kept glaring at each other like they wanted to have each other's throats. Could there be some sort of shared history between them? I mean, there were some comments that felt like they were familiar with each other. "Can you hear me?" Someone snapped in front of me and my eyes suddenly focused on Jayden that looked furious. "I..." I took a step back and shook my head slowly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." "Clearly." He mocked. "If you had knocked that painting down, maybe you would have been able to pay something else." My eyes started scouring the place immediately and I noticed that Jordan was holding a painting that was slant

JAYDEN'S POV Something was terribly wrong and I could feel it. Contrary to what a lot of people assumed, I wasn't chill with the fact that my brother always counted the number of words he said to me. I studied his face, the impassiveness displayed there making everything inside of me cringe in annoyance. "When are we needed? Surely it cannot be immediately," I finally spoke up. His eyes turned to mine and he shot me a look that made me feel foolish. "When have we ever had the luxury of reporting in whenever we felt like?" I let the sigh stuck in my chest out. "Fine. Let's go." Jeremy didn't bother with hiding his displeasure with the situation. He scowled as he walked past Jordan and into the hallway. It was common knowledge, at this point, that Jeremy totally couldn't stand Jordan; but I had no idea if it comprised of anything other than the fact that Jordan was almost always mute. I pulled my brother aside as I walked up to him, shutting the door to the living room. "

JEREMY'S POV I couldn't possibly be imagining this. This place was deserted to a very large extent. Something was most definitely up. Every single person that had walked past us or even peeked through their windows at us since we strolled by casually had been either female or child. It was Jayden that finally responded to my comment. "No, it's not just your mind. This is actually a space dominated by anything other than the male wolves." Jordan made a show of sniffing the air. "There's no single scent of a male wolf within a 50 mile radius of this place." "What do you think could be going on?" I asked. This was seriously crazy. There was no way in hell that all of the men in the pack had just decided to step out on the same day. Especially not after the number of traps we'd had to get past on our way here. "I think there was more than one trap left waiting for us." Jayden didn't sound too pleased by that possibility. Not that I could blame him, I wasn't pleased by it ei

JEREMY She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here, and confusion was drawn on her face like a tattoo. "This is a prank." She stated with a shake of her head. "Please, I promise to stay out of everything that relates with the Terrors or the Girlfriends." I almost laughed out loud at the panic in her voice, but I refrained and kept a straight face instead. "I would've thought you had more balls than that, but I guess I was wrong." There was no way I was going to try to make an ally out of someone who was walking, breathing cowardice. If she didn't want any bit of revenge then so be it. "Wait!" She called out to stop me as I walked away from her. I turned back to face her, my eyebrows arched in silent question. "What do you want?" "I already told you what I want, Gwen. You're either brave enough to be a part of it or you're not." My gaze trailed over her from head to toe. "And something tells me you're on the side of not." "How do I know that you're not mislead