Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 87

CHAPTER 84 – I KNOW THAT FACE?

Evgeniya

Finley Jacobs?

“The hell are you doing here?!” I wanted desperately to snatch his smug face through the narrow gap, silver burns be damned.

“You think you’re so smart, you tell me,” he leaned in tantalisingly close to poke out an eye.

“I dunno. Maybe you wanted to lose some more fingers? Even out that other hand.”

His smirk broadened, sickenly so. “Something tells me that confidence of yours is gonna take a hit in a few minutes.”

He tried to press his Beta aura, an aura not as potent as an Alpha’s but would still command attention. If he thought it would have an effect on me, he was dreaming. Not even an Alpha’s aura bent my neck in submission.

Finley’s focus shifted to a point over my shoulder, his face tightening and eyes narrowing.

‘Someone’s doing a little bit of d**k measuring and coming up short,’ Evva sniggered, finding a small semblance of satisfaction.

“So, Lucy got some sliced-up old man for a second chance mate?” He tried to stand that bit taller and expand his chest. Here we went with the show of testosterone.

To my surprise, my father remained silent, not a single growl escaped him and he didn’t even posture in return. Had I been in his shoes, I would’ve probably hurled every curse under the sun. Perhaps my sharp tongue and quick temper came from my mother rather than him.

The door slowly unlocked, revealing who stood with him, a pair of guards, dressed in dark attire and armed. A small pistol hung holstered, a pair of shiny silver-coloured handcuffs peeped from a pouch, a long black rod hung from each of their sides like a thin baton and a strap crossed both their bodies that held some sort of larger firearm that I couldn’t see properly.

Without a word uttered, one of the guards indicated to step out. I had the urge to tell them to go fornicate with each other, but I had a feeling if I did, an unpleasant force would be used.

‘Cool your hot beans,’ Evva warned. ‘We have no idea what the layout is, so running is pointless. For now, anyway.’

Reluctantly, I stepped forward between the two guards’ imposing frames. For once, I was thankful for my characteristic height. They may have been far broader in muscle than I would ever be, but at least I could look them in the eye. I recognised neither of them nor did they have any recognisable scents from my pack on them.

I made a quick survey of the hallway while I could. There was a single door, heavier and more reinforced than the cell gate. The corridor itself was basic; I expected it to be bigger, longer. It was made of simple concrete and was wide to accommodate the gates opening. While it was wide, there couldn’t have been more than six prison cells. This couldn’t be it, could it? There wasn’t a sound from any of them. Were we the only ones here?

continued to prod what he hoped was an exposed nerve, pressing his small height advantage over me. His confidence faltered

you ran away with him, “his chin jutted to my father, staring him down.

my palm flexed to collide with his nose. He leaned back, causing my palm to brush it in a glancing blow he would

My father drew up his arm, holding Finley aloft and clear off of his feet. “I have

growl lined his words,

father

for good reason, with Isaac. I was wishing Badru hadn’t held him back. What also felt disconcerting was the guards hadn’t once

occurred too

far worse. It connected with my father’s ribs with force and his muscles contorted in pain and

shrieked, tugging at his heavy shoulder to keep

coward!” I was about to aim my fury at the skid-stain of a former Beta, when my father held

him as best as I could, but he

guards, rolling his right shoulder and popping the dislocated knuckle of his left and whole hand back

stoic, not a flicker of emotion crossed their faces. All they did was politely indicate the door they had entered through. Aggression and violence I could cope with. It was what I expected. This was

‘This feels like the set-up to a supervillain,

around the left side of his ribs, my father moved forwards,

side and

hold of his arm to make sure he

cells. Instead, it was as though we had stepped into someone’s quaint country home. The walls were half stone and half cream-coloured paint, with diamond lead windows and a polished dark wood floor. It was too dark out to see much of the landscape, except for the odd highlight from the moon. My father appeared to be right. Outside seemed a snow-covered mountainous region and not the one from home. We may not even be in the states

backs with Finley subtly licking his wounds. The man in front held open the matching dark wood door, releasing a burst of pleasant warmth. The room was like some opulent bachelor’s sitting room, furnished with dark woods, leather upholstery and a black grand piano. A table was set with three metal serving domes next to a large crackling

deep and smooth

of wavy blond hair, manicured beard and broad build in a tailored dark blue three-piece suit clapped his hands together, standing from a deep and curved armchair. I would admit, for an older wolf possibly in his 50’s, he was quite good-looking. His bright green eyes sparkled with a strange elation as he drew closer. It was as though he was merely welcoming dear guests to his home, instead

his accent was distinctly French, but that wasn’t the only thing I recognised. I knew this man; though not his name, I knew his

here I thought I was joking about the supervillain thing,’ Evva bared her mental

around the pack house on a handful of occasions. I had seen him at the twins’ welcome

begun whatever this

at his full height, only a few

and he held himself with authority. He was no Alpha, Beta or Gamma, with no aura whatsoever, but his height and build suggested he was fast and

tell me you held him…” he addressed my father and nodded pointedly to Finley, who had moved to

guys almost let him rip my arm off as