Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

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.”

the ever-living f**k

Evva pondered. ‘But if this guy does business with them and hates them, I doubt they’re

there are others here?” I circled back to the

enterprise. And nobody cares 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 one will come looking for you and no one knows where my small base is. True, I don’t normally

cut off his impending rampage before it began

villains a script to read from? Or is there some

loudly, slapping his hand on his thigh. “I had been told of your spirit, but it is a treat to

in warning, ‘Be careful solnyshko. Your mother had trouble holding

reptilian smile carved Marceau’s lips as he inclined his head to

my wolf’s snarl as I walked past him to sit at the piano. I never wanted to play to my father

de Lune, if

favourites that would now forever

shining ivory keys. The grand piano looked like new, without an ounce of use. I squeezed my eyes shut and began to play, the notes falling in sequence from me with

you schooled,” I heard him fill his glass

in on

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.

an i***t like Fin manages to make it onto your cliquey

end. I know better than to trust someone like him with my location. I haven’t the faintest clue what deal he made with Isaac for his involvement, and neither do I care,” the man stood

I noticed Marceau raising a taunting

keep me

the pleasure of owning a lycan she-wolf. What a pity that I lost her to Moon’s Eye,” my hands jolted to a screeching halt on the piano keys at

piano playing was long

it truly so shocking, mon chérie (my dear)?” He chuckled, leaning in close. “I haven’t seen your people fight for quite some time. What a shame we didn’t know about your issues with wolfsbane and silver. Such a pity. What

on

all those 31 years ago. But, that damned Finnish Alpha, being young and impetuous, insisted. Once you are in that pack’s

you. You, I am rather hurt you don’t remember. Ours was my first fight as a 19 year old wolf.

pushed himself away, swirled his wine and downed it, leaving the glass by the empty

hand like the other lycan males?” It was a question asked that he wasn’t waiting to be answered. “I would

growl so deep, it vibrated the strings housed within the piano case. I had never seen such a murderous look on my father’s face, not even when he stood

boy in the boat