Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

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.

my stomach’s contents retching and burning my throat. A sharp and acrid taste followed, scorching my mouth and tongue. A thick green bile erupted, as disgusting 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 tiny basin above to rinse my mouth out and splash my face.

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

nauseous like this before, a stomach camp hovering, also, in the back

rubbed my back, easing the tension

pass. I felt same when I

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

rose and spread through my chest. “…Aste…

but I couldn’t sense them near. That only meant one thing; we were separated over a

Baniti either,’ Evva whimpered, her confident and snarky

same with Lucy. We are in mountains,” my father’s arms wrapped around me, encasing me in his

my hairline, and

think it was Alpha Isaac?” I pulled away, feeling queasy again. “That can’t

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, a

believe my mates’ father would do 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

on it? How many? Were my mates in

pretty huge effort to take that nugget and goober down,’ Evva muttered with a tint of pride.

me feel better and you

is, when

not about to sit here and

just being close. I tried my best to look out into the dim hallway beyond, not seeing or hearing another

interrupted my useless search.

alone, but I’m fairly certain there’s a third set of paws in this cell…’ Evva whispered,

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

I wanted to pretend was that of my

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

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

feeling the soft woven fabric of my silver diamond knit dress. Thank the moon, I hadn’t been

and thirst,” my father gripped

I rubbed at the sore spot on my neck which must have been the site of the

I mean all

was a trippy sickness, that was definitely only a sickness

your scent…” he

think we have more pressing things

still have plant scent. Evgeniya…” he placed a hand on

pushed him away and rushed up, backing into the corner as though I had any way out of this. “I am

uterus was not playing

it is,’ Evva

me like I was a frightened child. “I will protect you. No

not what I’m

I couldn’t be pregnant. I wasn’t ready to be pregnant or to be a mother! Forget being taken and

have missed the

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