Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 86

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 86

CHAPTER 83 – I KNOW THAT VOICE?

(Coincides with Astennu and Badru searching Finley’s apartment in Chapter 77)

Evgeniya

2 months ago

…Evgeniya…

A garbled and distant voice rang out, somewhere over a high-pitched ringing sound floating around my head. A wave of nausea was rising from within my stomach, pulling me in its undertow currents and swaying me like I was adrift in a tumultuous sea.

…Solnyshko…

That voice again. Louder now and deeper, more distinct, with a recognition attached. The backs of gentle fingers stroked my cheek, rousing my consciousness over the waves tolling their dispersing chime. My eyes flickered open in an attempt to clear the dry blurry sting from them, a deep gold fuzzy mass taking up most of my vision.

“Moye solnyshko, you hear?” Something bushy grazed my forehead.

“That tickles…” my voice sounded ragged and cracked, a hoarse whisper the only sound my chapped lips could mumble. “…Dad?”

“Yes, Evgeniya. Can you see?” Rough but gentle hands took my face in a featherlight embrace.

“Yeah,” I croaked.

The edges of my father’s face came into focus, his worried sunken eyes focused intently on me. Black circles lined his lids and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot but not from tears. Wherever we were, it was dark and freezing. A cold chill breezed across my skin making me shiver involuntarily. I attempted to sit up, the motion causing a jackhammer to pound behind my eyes. My neck was killing me, along the right side, and stinging at a particular spot.

A strong palm eased my back and aided my upright posture. “Here, take,” a layer was draped over my shoulders, thin and scratchy.

‘I don’t know what party we smashed last night, but next time, take it easier,’ the groaning voice of Evva stirred in my mind.

‘We didn’t go to any party…’

At least, I didn’t think we did… but what did we do?

“Where are we?” I began to take in our surroundings and scents.

The heavy smell of something akin to bleach emanated from the surface of the stark concrete walls. An open thin slit of a barred window allowed a billow of frigid air to pour in. Whatever time it was, it was late, a midnight moon shining a glow through the small opening. A dim light filtered through the bars of the slat on the gleaming door opposite. I didn’t need to be told the metal that coated it was silver. What I sat on was a solid and hard lump with only the slightest cushioning to it.

“Are we in a prison cell?”

“Yes. I am afraid so,” my father’s voice was unnaturally despairing, nothing like the comfort and steady timbre I was used to receiving.

“What do you remember,” he tilted my chin. “You met with Luna, yes?”

I nodded, the memory coming back, along with my nerves and panic. “Yeah, I think we went for tea…”

My arms pushed me from the squeaking metal frame, the thin itchy blanket pooling upon the hard futon, and I regretted the moment my legs pitched under me. I was going to hurl.

as it sounded, causing a chilled sweat to gather on my brow. I flushed the gross sight away, hitting the push button faucet in the tiny basin above to rinse my mouth out and splash my face. The water could have flowed straight from a

in my belly. Not queasy per se, but not entirely normal. Something that felt like it had a life of its

hovering, also, in the back of my mind… and the Luna sipping tea… did she

rubbed my back, easing the

I felt

where we are?” I turned, gazing up at the thin window a

through my chest.

near. That only meant one thing; we

can’t sense Aasim and Baniti either,’ Evva whimpered, her confident and snarky tone replaced

in mountains,” my father’s arms wrapped around me, encasing me in

he mumbled into my hairline, and I wasn’t sure I heard

Isaac?” I pulled away, feeling queasy again. “That

down and knelt in front of me, gripping my chin lightly. “He knocked on door and say he came to talk. He said he wanted to put fight away. I knew I should not have trusted, but I did…” his fists clenched and his eyes grew black,

something like this. I knew he disliked rogues, but to do this? Astennu and Badru were trusting, too trusting. They weren’t used to backhanded remarks, hidden agendas and betrayal. They were used to the face value of others and they loved their father despite their differences. They would never, in a million years, suspect him of

on it? How

down,’ Evva muttered with a tint of pride. ‘Our pair of big, muscly, strong, warm… sweet… little bit dumb…

me feel

regained her facilities from her distraction. ‘My point is, when they put their

about to sit here

crackled against my skin from just

are alone,” my father interrupted my useless search.

a third set of

denial. ‘I feel sick from whatever damn poison or drug is wearing off in

within my heart, one I wanted to pretend was that of my mates; at least,

head,’ Evva huffed. ‘Maybe once our stomach is the size of a beach ball, the

a thankful distraction from my wolf’s attempts to

the soft woven fabric of my silver diamond knit dress. Thank

I know hunger and thirst,” my father gripped my hands.

way to wherever this is,” I rubbed at the sore spot on my neck which

cow. And I mean

was a trippy sickness,

your scent…” he cupped my

we have more pressing things than how I

have plant scent. Evgeniya…”

no, no, no, no,” I pushed him away and rushed up, backing into the corner as though I had any way out of this. “I

was not playing

is,’ Evva soothed.

a frightened child. “I will protect

not what I’m worried

the plant scent on me, more than obsessed. They kept trying to rub themselves up me for it. I couldn’t be pregnant. I wasn’t ready to be pregnant or to be a mother! Forget being taken and kept in an unknown place, this terrified

could I have

my paws up and say I was an equally dense muffin. Which one do you think did it? Goober or the Nugget?’ Her thoughts

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