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?

much point in looking for a way out,” Finley continued to prod what he hoped was an exposed nerve, pressing his

him down. “Even your mates. I’ll make sure Lucy never gives you a second thought. And I’m sure those i***t

nerve, he shoved a live wire 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

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 pleasants

deep growl lined his words, belying

but my father caught that, too, squeezing

had 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 wishing

thought occurred

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 paralysis from the electric shock. As Finley dropped back to the floor, he seized his moment to

heavy shoulder to keep him from dropping fully

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

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

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

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

Evva repeated. ‘This feels like the set-up to a supervillain, with

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

leave my side and stay

kept hold of his arm to make sure he

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

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

A deep and smooth

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

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

the supervillain thing,’ Evva bared her mental teeth to our

on a handful of occasions. I had seen him at the twins’ welcome home party… he had looked me over like a

this plan

at his full height, only

from the musky edge 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 he

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

saying your guys almost let him rip