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.

rather smug-sounding voice I hadn’t ever heard in my life, drawled out. “Hearing from you again so soon! What can I do for you? You can’t have a little

I had no idea what to say. How the hell do I pretend to be my father,

and dropped it an octave, praying I played

need to pass on a message

to who?! This is why Badru should be on this phone, not me. He was

why we plan things,’ Aasim wiped his paw down his

boy?” The man sighed heavily, as though the task was a massive inconvenience and one asked of him too many times. “I’m taking a messenger fee off the next one you

said out loud, without thinking, from where

literally just told you to stay quiet!’ I mind-linked him with a

A superior voice drew my attention

about his tone… did

“Still here.”

He prompted when

to facepalm myself as the world’s biggest i***t. A career in espionage was not going to be in the cards for me

Elan had said and hoped,

man’s patronising tone repeated. “You told me to purposely delay the payment for your last two packages for a few more months till you said so. Is this

your boss to send it,” I swallowed my snarl, as did my brother, whose claws dug into the

to mean our

wannabe French overlord? Ha! You’re funny Alpha. And here

f**k off the phone!’ Badru’s wide eyes warned. ‘I don’t know who this guy is,

you got any more messages for Frenchie?” The

“No.”

And, no hard feelings about

tried to keep the question

f**k did that comment mean? How the hell

won’t go running to your daddy to rat you 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

the first clue what part of any of that conversation

that guy flirt

head up to my brother, that out of

your

mother. What did he mean about her? What the f**k

words. “Whatever our dad is hiding, it goes far

began opening desk drawers at random, needing to find an answer. A strange tranquillity overtook me, my mind blocking all else out other than my main focus of finding what my father was hiding. Because if I left this room, I would go to him and my unnatural calm would explode. My wolf was somewhere screaming in my mind, but if I

grabbed my wrist. For a second, I thought he was trying to stop my aimless search. But 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 than

and felt the base, sliding it back and revealing a false bottom. Inside, lay a black leather ledger. My brother

to take hold, twisting a painful jagged edge in its wake as my trembling hand pulled out a necklace I would recognise anywhere… Evie’s locket. I opened it anyway,

He took it…

had it

our pain,

signs I read with my father, thinking it was

of him,

book under my nose and pointed to the listed

with the invoices, as do the monetary amounts,” he pointed

read the passages, noting hair colours,

people,” Badru’s fist clenched and his voice shook. “The payments are for