Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 125

　　Evelyn’s POV

　　Looking around, I find we are in what appears to be a little studio. The smell of incense hung strong in the air; beaded curtains covered a door leading somewhere. Tie-dyed bedspread and rugs, it is a very artsy looking room.

　　“What did you do?” I ask, wondering how we appeared from thin air from one place to another.

　　“We misted, or as you humans like to say, teleported,” Amara says like it was no big deal. She walks over to a dresser, pulling some clothes out before handing them to me. Taking the shirt off, I quickly pull the track pants on and singlet. Amara watching me the entire time I get changed, making me feel self-conscious.

　　“You have lovely breasts,” she comments, making me feel awkward.

　　“Thanks” I say, looking away from her and her awkward remark. “Where are we?”

　　“My parent’s house. They turned the back room of the shed into a studio for me,” she answers before sitting on her bed. I sit on the chair at the desk. “On the plus side, they won’t leave you long, especially now they have marked you,” Amara tells me.

　　“What do you mean?” I ask, curious.

　　“Now that they have marked you, you will go into heat. And to answer your next question, I brought you here hoping to lure my brother home,” she tells me, which was my next question.

　　“So you can see the future?” I ask, and she nods before chewing her nail. “Can you see mine?” I ask and I watch her eyes glow brightly and it looks like she is looking straight through me before looking away.

　　“The future isn’t so easy to see. Things change. Decisions change. I get glimpses or sometime memories like that burn on your back and how you got it. I don’t like looking in the future because it can change its path, not something to be meddled with,” she says, not adding anything further on the subject.

　　“So, your parents know I am here?” I ask and she shakes her head.

　　“No, but they will in 3… 2… 1…” The door suddenly opens, and a blonde woman walks in, one haven’t seen before.

　　“Hey Aunty B.”

　　“Amara?” she asks, her eyes darting to me before she sniffs the air. “You didn’t?“ she says not even hiding her shock at me being kidnapped.

　　“I did, and I regret nothing. It will work I have seen it,” Amara tells her.

　　“And ends with whose funeral?” The woman asks.

　　“No ones. Evelyn, this is my aunty Bianca. She also stays here. Well, until she can’t handle the noise inside the house.”

　　I watch as Bianca sniffs the air. “She is marked Amara; he is going to go ballistic.”

　　Amara shrugs. “He won’t hurt me, and I will kick his ass if he tries.”

　　Bianca watches me carefully, cocking her head to the side. “Your scent smells familiar for some reason; I just can’t put my finger on it,“ she says walking over to me before dipping her face in the crook of neck and sniffing me.

　　“Hmm, odd,“ she says pulling back while I eye her like she is a nutter. Who walks up sniffing people?

　　“So why are you here in my studio?” Amara asks her.

　　“You really need to ask? They have been going at it like rabbits, and there are some things I really don’t want to listen to my sister doing,” Bianca says before shuddering. Amara snorts before laughing.

　　“Exactly why I live out here,“ she says, a silly grin on her face.

　　“Oops, sounds like they stopped. Let’s go say hi,” Bianca says, tugging my arm and pulling me out the door which leads into a shed with some luxury cars.

　　Walking out, I see an enormous house with stone walls and massive veranda, paddocks, and gardens surrounded the entire property. Bianca pulls me up some stairs before opening the door and singing out.

　　“Hope your decent; we have a guest,“ she says before pulling me into a lounge room with a fireplace and lounges. I look around it was very homely with heaps of pictures on the walls. Walking over to one, I see Amara and Thaddeus when they were younger, playing in a puddle of water, drenched and wearing yellow raincoats and gumboots. They looked to be about 8 to 10-years-old. Hearing movement upstairs, I look up before Amara walks in the front door.

　　“Coffee?” she asks. I nod before following her and Bianca into a kitchen much like the one back home. In fact, a lot was similar on the inside to what was at home, making me wonder if Thaddeus had designed it because he misses being home. Sitting on a stool at the island bench, Amara makes coffee, setting 6 mugs out. Grabbing mine, I take a sip just as Imogen and two men walk in with a startling resemblance to Thaddeus. The men freeze, but Imogen walks over and hugs me.

　　“Mum, gross. You were doing god knows what with my fathers, and now you come over and hug her, leaving your sex scent all over her? I have to share a room with her,” Amara scolds her mother, making Imogen chuckle.

　　“Your brother is going to love knowing your sharing a room with his mate,” Imogen tells her, making me confused. I thought Thaddeus liked his sister.

　　“Evelyn, these two are my mates and Thaddeus fathers. Tobias and Theo or you can call them dad whichever you prefer.”

　　“Hi,” I say giving them a brief wave. They were both handsome and looked to be the same age as their son. I don’t know how I am ever going to get used to people looking the same age as Thaddeus yet refer to them as his parents. I did notice, though, Tobias didn’t take his eyes off me. Watching me before cocking his head to the side.

　　“Does Thaddeus know she is here?” he asks, turning to his daughter.

　　“He will soon,” she says, and his father pinches the bridge of his nose.