Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 85

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

idea what to say. How the hell do I pretend to be my father, when this man clearly knew him

and dropped it an octave, praying I played this

pass on

This is why Badru should be on this phone, not me. He was best at

plan things,’ Aasim wiped his

seem to think I’m your personal messenger 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

thinking, from where he listened in next

told you to stay quiet!’ I

still there… Alpha Isaac?” A superior voice drew

his tone… did he

“Still here.”

when I stupidly remained

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

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

to purposely delay the payment for your last two packages for a few more months till you said so.

swallowed my snarl, as did my brother, whose claws dug

to mean our mate and

of laughter exploded through the earpiece. “Boss? That wannabe French overlord? Ha!

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

more messages for Frenchie?” The trailing end of

“No.”

And, no hard feelings about

the question out

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

of the phone line was about to hang up. “Before you go, Alpha. Rest assured, I won’t go running to your daddy to rat you out,” his laughter rang loudly once more, letting me know my act was screwed.

clue what part of

that guy flirt with

my head up to my brother, that out of everything he

your first

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

my mind focused on those last words. “Whatever our dad is hiding, it

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

aimless search. But he slid open the drawer I was about to slam shut and looked at it

lay a black leather ledger. My brother pulled it out and flicked through the pages, setting

recognise anywhere… Evie’s locket. I opened it anyway, knowing I would see the small picture of her mother inside, despite the three names carved in Russian on the

He took it…

it all

day, he saw our pain, knowing he

father, thinking

up from the ledger and even when I placed the locket in front of him, he didn’t react, continuing to stare at the pages, shellshocked. “This

under my nose and

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

hair colours, eye colours,

clenched and his voice shook. “The payments are for people. Our father wasn’t

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