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.

and rancid 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

strange tingle in my belly. Not queasy per se, but not entirely normal. Something that felt like it had

before, a stomach camp hovering, also, in the back

large and warm consoling hand rubbed my back, easing the tension

I felt

up at the thin window a few inches above my line of sight. “This

rose and spread through my chest. “…Aste… Ru… I can’t feel

near. That only meant one thing; we were

whimpered, her confident and snarky tone replaced

my father’s arms wrapped around me, encasing me

did this,” he mumbled into my hairline,

Alpha Isaac?” I pulled away, feeling queasy again. “That can’t be right,

trusted, but I did…” his fists clenched and his eyes grew black, a bitter twist of regret contorting his features. “When I turned to close door, I

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,

else was in on it? How many? Were my mates in

that nugget and goober down,’ Evva muttered with a tint of pride. ‘Our pair of big, muscly, strong, warm… sweet… little bit dumb… what were

to be making me feel better and you started

from her distraction. ‘My point is, when they put their heads together, those two are smart.

to sit

sizzle of silver crackled against my skin from just

alone,” my father interrupted my useless search.

certain there’s a third set

my heels in denial. ‘I feel sick from whatever damn poison or drug

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

once our stomach is the size of a beach ball, the penny will

in hunger; a thankful distraction from my wolf’s attempts to be

were we out,” gripped my abdomen, feeling the soft woven fabric of my silver

most. I know hunger and thirst,” my father gripped my hands. “We have not been out

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

eat a cow. And I mean all

get the picture, Evva!’ I felt my stomach lurch again. This was a trippy sickness, that was

he

think we have more pressing

scent. Evgeniya…” he placed a

and rushed up, backing into the corner as though I had any way

damn uterus was not playing

afraid it is,’ Evva soothed. ‘Our eggo

steadily approached me like I was a frightened child. “I will protect you. No one will harm

not what I’m

to rub themselves up me for it. I couldn’t be pregnant. I wasn’t ready to

I have missed the

up and say I was an equally dense muffin. Which one do you

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