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?

looking for a way out,” Finley continued to prod what he hoped was an exposed nerve, pressing his small height advantage over me. His confidence faltered slightly when I

thinks you ran away with him, “his chin jutted to my father, staring him down. “Even your mates. I’ll make sure Lucy never gives you a second thought. And

back, causing my palm to brush it in a glancing blow he would barely have felt. He

you can attack my pup?” My father drew up his arm, holding Finley aloft and clear off of his feet. “I have heard of you and my mate had no

deep growl lined his words, belying his calm

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

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

thought occurred

ribs with force and his muscles contorted in pain and paralysis from the electric shock. As

I shrieked, tugging at his heavy shoulder to keep him from dropping fully to

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

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

at the guards, rolling his right shoulder and popping the dislocated knuckle of his left

did was politely indicate the

like the set-up to

his ribs, my father moved forwards, making sure

not leave my side

hold of his arm to make

cream-coloured paint, with diamond lead windows and a

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

A deep 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

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

joking about the supervillain thing,’ Evva bared

vaguely remembered seeing the French man around the pack house on a handful of occasions. I had seen him at the twins’ welcome home party… he had looked me over like a man inspecting a piece of

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

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

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

and nodded pointedly to Finley, who had moved to stand off to the side, “…with ease? Good. You’ll do

him rip my