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?

Finley continued to prod what he hoped was an exposed nerve, pressing his

“his chin jutted to my father, staring him down.

cable into it. My fist moved before I could think and my palm flexed to collide with his nose. He leaned back, causing my palm to brush it in a glancing blow he would barely have felt. He was quick to aim in retaliation, rearing his fist back. Before he could drive forward and before I could move my body in response, a

aloft and clear off of his feet. “I have heard of you and my

his words,

to swipe his extended claws, but my father caught that, too, squeezing his fist in

seen thus far had been a gentle giant, except for the one slip where he had lost his s**t, for good reason, with Isaac. I was

thought occurred too

electric crackle. What I thought was a baton was far worse. It connected with my father’s ribs with force and his muscles contorted in pain and

heavy shoulder to keep him from dropping fully to the

the skid-stain of a former Beta,

up. I helped him as best as I could, but he was absurdly heavy. ‘You give him what

have stepped in a little f*****g sooner?!” Finley swore at the guards, rolling his right

guards that hadn’t spoken a word remained silent and 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

the set-up to

arm around the left side of his ribs, my father moved forwards, making sure to keep

side and stay behind

arm to make sure

with diamond lead windows and a

subtly licking his wounds. The man in front held open the matching dark wood door, releasing a burst

bienvenue!” A deep and smooth

armchair. I would admit, for an older wolf possibly in his 50’s, he was quite good-looking. His bright green eyes

welcome, if you were uncertain,” his accent was distinctly French, but that wasn’t the only thing I recognised. I knew this man; though

was joking about the supervillain thing,’ Evva

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

me. Had Isaac begun whatever this plan of his was, then? Or had it started further in the

recognise me, mon chérie (my dear)?” The man stood at his full

authority. He was no Alpha, Beta or Gamma, with no aura whatsoever, but his height

he addressed my father and nodded pointedly to Finley, who had moved to

your guys almost let him rip my arm off