My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 90

We traveled under the radar, which made me feel both free and exposed. Blending in was our best option for the time being, but I missed the security of three sedans full of guards. As Kieran chatted with Sebastian’s friend in hushed tones, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. I kept a firm hand around the tether that connected Ethan and me, waiting for something, anything—a movement or flutter down the bond that would chase away the poison pumping through my heart.

I felt nothing down the bond, but I wouldn't let that discourage me. The bond was still there, still present and alive. I managed a pitiful nap filled with nightmares and whispered threats before finally giving up on the idea of sleep. Once night had completely taken over, Kieran and I were squished together on a very lumpy motel mattress. The quality didn't matter, just as the cigarette-smelling blanket had no importance. This place, it was just a stepping stone—a waiting room until we were able to find Ethan and Kat.

We fell asleep in each other's arms that night, still wearing those cheap clothes from the Mini Mart. When I slept with the twins, there was no room in my head and heart for nightmares. My soul seemed to know there was something missing. The nightmares weren't bold and vicious but whispered on razor-sharp blades that stung my eyes and made my heart ache.

That morning, we survived on stale bagels and some chips from our shopping trip yesterday. The coffee the motel offered was dark and a bit burnt, but it helped dull the fact that Kieran and I both slept horrendously.

Sebastian, Williams, and the twins' parents arrived at the hotel the night before. A team of the twins' security patrol had turned around last night and met us at the motel where we stayed. From the motel, we had a remaining four-hour drive. Every time I glanced at the GPS, I found myself more on edge. We'd arrive with minutes to spare—minutes. That was not enough time to prepare myself, to figure out the right words to say that would buy me my life.

The Oakland was the nicest hotel in town, and glittered like the crowned jewel of the city. Shaped like a fin, it jutted from the earth as though it were breaching water. Shimmering windows were visible from the outside. There were a few statues outside the hotel, giving it a modern vibe.

The moment the sedan pulled into the parking lot, our security team unleashed themselves onto us. Spewing from every corner of the hotel and surrounding lot, they gave Kieran and me a small berth as they escorted us into the building. Kieran and I were stuffed into the elevator, with six guards stationed around us. Like before, we had the entire floor to ourselves.

Sebastian, Williams, and the twins' parents were in our suite when we arrived. My stomach twisted painfully, and I thought I might spew the gas station snacks from my stomach if I had to endure the gut-wrenching worry that the twins' parents felt. You can imagine my surprise when both their mom and dad pulled me in for a hug, telling me how glad they were that I was safe. There was no blame—no accusations. It was my fault Kat and Ethan were taken; that wasn't up for argument. It was me they wanted.

"There will be time to catch up after this mess is sorted," the twins' mom huffed, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. Her eyes softened when she saw the surprise on my face. "I'm glad you're safe, Sophia."

My heart was hammering as I was passed from person to person, starting with the twins' mom. She led me into one of the bedrooms, fussing over my knotted hair and sleep-filled eyes.

"They've postponed the meeting a few hours," the twins' mom called out. Her voice echoed throughout the bathroom, meshing with the sound of water spilling from the showerhead. I was taking what might be the world's shortest shower and was out before three minutes had passed.

"They've postponed the meeting? Then why are we in such a rush?" I exhaled, raising my voice above the loud whir of the hairdryer. The twins' mom wielded it expertly, using a round brush to dry my lengthy hair into soft waves.

"The date of this meeting was supposed to be confidential," she replied, rolling her eyes. "The information was leaked, along with what you are. There have been surges of old families arriving. There might only be five families within the High Table, but they allow witnesses. Useless witnesses, bought off by most of the families, but there are a few honorable ones left. All of the families in attendance are gathering before the meeting, and you'll both be expected to attend."

"This whole thing sounds rigged from the beginning," I grunted when she brushed through a particularly thick patch of knots.

"Perhaps. You might get a lead on where Ethan is, or who has taken him," she spoke quietly, her voice steely and her eyes dark. A feral mother whose cub had been ripped away, she was nearly as vicious as I.

"We'll find him," I promised her, my voice strong and resolute. I let my own fury flash in my eyes, crazed but calculated. I would not break, not for these people. I was relieved when she changed the subject, but it was difficult to let the tension flow from my shoulders.

"It was awfully convenient that a vote was cast to delay the meeting," she murmured under her breath. Our eyes locked through the mirror I sat in front of. "Maverick Billford called it to a vote; two other families agreed."

"Why? Why did they delay the meeting? I'm sure it wasn't for my sake." I laughed dryly.

"Zack Billford was running late," she told me, not bothering to conceal the double meaning of her words. "It seems he was stuck in traffic."

Coincidences were elusive and rare, especially in this twisted world.