Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 85

CHAPTER 82 – DID HE FLIRT WITH YOU?

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SPOILER ALERT

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCES TO PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE SERIES

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Astennu

I tried to keep the tremble out of my hand as the mouse slid across the mat to open the first hidden-away file. Badru quickly gripped my shoulder in silent support, the same horrid apprehension gripping his centre as it was mine.

All the falsified invoices were there, twenty-two of them in total and dating back a decade, just as Elan had found. Each was different, listing a contrasting vendor name, amount paid and service rendered; accounting, consultancy, construction…

The fact our father had these hidden on his computer told us one simple dark truth. He was not only aware of the payments to the pack, he was involved with them.

Why? What were they truly for?

‘I don’t know, but he’s the reason our mate is gone,’ Aasim roared with venom. ‘He waved that damned stolen schedule in our face like we had f****d up when he KNEW!’

My wolf’s rage seeped and blended with mine. I didn’t know how, but I knew these bullshit payments had to have something to do with my mate’s disappearance. He had the power over Janet to make her do what he wanted and was why she wouldn’t say anything. The threat on her daughter was real… and it came from my own father.

The damn family photograph leered at me. Was this why he moved it here? Out of some sick guilt?

In a single motion, I snatched the photo and hurled it across the room. The frame and glass shattered, putting a crater in the opposing wall.

“We should call this number for ourselves,” Badru surprised me with a calm and level tone. He hadn’t batted an eye at my explosion.

“I’m being serious,” he repeated when I stared back at him in dismay. “If we’re about to beat the ever-living s**t out of our own father, I want to know precisely what for first.”

I took a deep breath, the air containing nowhere near enough oxygen to fill my lungs and calm me.

“You do it, Ru. You’re better at improvising and acting.”

My clumsy distraction in the kitchen had turned my stomach with cringe.

“I am, but you do a better impersonation of dad and you know it. Even mom was fooled that one time. Which got awkward real quick,” he grimaced, paling.

It was intended as a joke a few years ago and had back-fired mortifyingly.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when I f**k this up.”

“You won’t,” he handed me the landline phone. “You got this.”

“Ok,” I gave in and accepted the phone. “Try and stay quiet.”

I dialled the number in haste, copying it from my brother’s phone screen, and listened to the ringing tone signalling the number was operating.

my life, drawled out. “Hearing from you again so soon! What can I do for you? You can’t

had no idea what to say. How the hell do I pretend to be my father, when this man clearly knew him and, from

and dropped it an octave, praying I

on a message

did I ask for a message to be passed on? Passed on to who?! This is why Badru should be on this phone, not me. He was best at thinking on his feet. I had just blown this whole thing

we plan things,’ Aasim wiped

the task was a massive inconvenience and one asked of him too many times. “I’m taking a messenger

without thinking, from where he listened in

to stay quiet!’ I mind-linked him

Alpha Isaac?” A superior voice

tone… did he

“Still here.”

He prompted when I stupidly remained

as the world’s biggest i***t. A career in

a discrepancy on the last payment,” I used what Elan had said and

patronising tone repeated. “You told me to purposely delay the payment for your last two packages for a few more

you can tell your boss to send it,” I swallowed my snarl, as did my brother, whose claws

packages; he had to mean our mate and

earpiece. “Boss? That wannabe French overlord? Ha! You’re funny Alpha. And here I thought you were a stick

warned. ‘I don’t know who this guy is, but you can’t bullshit him

more messages for Frenchie?” The

“No.”

no

the question

How the hell did I even press about that without giving myself

out,” his laughter rang loudly once more, letting me know my act was screwed. “Consider it my good deed of the day… and because you sound rather arousing when you’re trying to play it cool. Just one last thing, more of an FYI. I answer to myself. I never have ‘bosses’, so please,

slammed the phone down, not having the first clue what part of any of that conversation to question first

that guy

to my brother, that out of everything he heard, this was what he

seriously your first

he mean about her? What the f**k did any of that

said ‘all his rogues’,” my mind focused on those last words. “Whatever our dad is hiding, it goes far beyond some shady

finding what my father was hiding. Because if I left

he slid open the drawer I was about to slam shut and looked at it from the side, moving to peer back within it. “It’s shallower

sliding it back and revealing a false bottom. Inside, lay a black leather ledger. My brother pulled it out and flicked through the pages, setting it out on the desk. But my

would recognise anywhere… Evie’s locket. I

He took it…

it

our pain, knowing he

the signs I read with my father, thinking it was

and even when I placed the locket in front of him, he didn’t react, continuing to stare at the pages, shellshocked. “This is way worse than anything I

the book under my nose and

with the invoices, as do the monetary amounts,” he pointed out. “The payments come roughly

read the passages, noting hair colours, eye colours,

descriptions of people,” Badru’s fist clenched and his voice shook. “The payments are for people. Our father wasn’t relocating rogues…