Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 88

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 88

CHAPTER 85 – WILL YOU BEHAVE?

Evgeniya

“It’s only polite if I tell you why you’re here,” Marceau took a sip from his wine glass and held it up, paying his full attention to the deep red liquid. “You are here because I now own you. You are bought and paid for in full. After you have had some time to adjust to your new living arrangements, you will have your début in my fighting rings, and what a début it shall be. It’s been a while since I’ve witnessed a lycan fight. I do believe you’ll be quite popular with the audience. None will have ever witnessed one such as you.”

He raised his glass to my father, downing his wine. Whereas I wanted to throw up yet again. This wasn’t a case of ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire’. This was…

‘…Into a raging inferno that someone pissed a stream of gasoline into,’ Evva finished off my thought in her typical flare.

“Please, drink. It’s a rather good vintage,” he said amicably.

Saying ‘no’ seemed like a verbal red flag to my pregnancy, which left me with one avenue of refusal in my own brand of defiance.

I slapped my wine glass with the back of my hand, sending it sailing into the wall with a shattering clang.

“That was a Château Lafite you’ve wasted,” Marceau dabbed his mouth on the cream silk of his napkin.

“Like I give a s**t what it is!” I snapped, wanting to upend the table on him.

Next to me, my father continued to remain silent. I chanced a glance to see him rigid and the odd low rumble of a growl shuddering his figure.

“It’s a €1,700 bottle of wine, exquisite.” It unsettled me how Marceau’s eyes lingered on me, and it was the breaking point for my father.

He slammed his fist, gripping the table and releasing a menacing snarl. But before he had even stood fully, a dart was aimed and fired, embedding itself into the ebony wood, right next to his hand.

“Calm down, Konstantin. I would hate to have to order a more accurate hit.”

“Why are you doing this?” I batted the syringe away. “Is it because Isaac paid you to keep us out of the way?!”

“I haven’t the faintest clue why he sold his own sons’ mate. Although, I can see why he’d sell your strapping father, here. Can’t have such a dangerous rogue around his precious Luna. I assume, Evie, you’re here by ‘rogue association’. Isaac has little care about what happens to the rogues he sells to me and asks fewer questions. He and I have been in business for over a decade; one of my more lucrative partnerships. More so than with that cinglé Finnish Alpha,” he muttered about another wolf under his breath. “Not that I have to worry about being in that madman’s pocket any longer. The Moon’s Eye is on its proverbial last legs, as it were.”

f**k is the

business with them

there are others here?” I

about a rogue’s disappearance. Drifters and the unwanted, criminals and runaways. You rogues are the discarded wolves not a single person will ever miss. It’s what makes you parfait (perfect). No

explode, to shift, as fur began to sprout on the back of his hand. So I cut off his impending rampage before it began

send you villains a script to read from? Or is

his thigh. “I had been told of your spirit, but it

‘Be careful solnyshko. Your mother had trouble holding her tongue. It is beautiful it

carved Marceau’s lips

from the table, biting back my wolf’s snarl as I walked past him to sit at the piano. I

de Lune, if you can

my favourites that

an ounce of use. I squeezed my eyes shut and

I heard him fill his glass with

in on all

the back of my neck. “That woman hasn’t the first clue. Too content that her mate simply relocates you rogues, or whatever lie he tells to clear his conscience. It serves in my best interests that few know what I do. Secrets are easier to

Fin manages to make it onto

faintest clue what deal he made with Isaac

I noticed Marceau

wanting to keep me shielded, but the

the piano keys at his words. A lycan was once here? “But, what could I do? She was on a temporary loan to us to see how she fared in a fight. By coincidence, you

piano playing was long

chuckled, leaning in close. “I haven’t seen your people fight for quite some time. What a shame we didn’t

realisation dawned on me what he

But, that damned Finnish Alpha, being young and impetuous, insisted. Once you are

surprised she recognises me, but you. You, I am rather

his wine and downed it,

unconscious. Excellent tattoos, by the way, done by your own hand like the other lycan males?” It was a question asked that he wasn’t waiting to be answered. “I would recognise my teeth marks anywhere. Your father almost killed me for it. Strange how fate would bring us back

strings housed within the piano case. I had never seen such a murderous look on my father’s face, not even when he stood before Isaac in

the boy in the boat finally recognise

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