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.”

the ever-living f**k is

this guy does business with them and hates them, I doubt they’re

there are others here?” I circled back

a rather rewarding 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

my father about to explode, to shift, as fur began to sprout on the back of his hand. So I cut off his impending rampage before it began to save him, the only way I knew how. By

a script to read from? Or is there some day-boot camp for

slapping his hand on his thigh. “I had been told of

trouble holding her tongue. It is beautiful it lives in

and reptilian smile carved Marceau’s

as I walked past him to sit at the piano.

de Lune, if you

my favourites that would now

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

his glass with more wine and stand from the table

she in on all

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

like Fin manages to

faintest clue what deal he made with Isaac for his involvement, and neither do I care,” the man stood far too close for comfort, leaning himself on the body of the

proud, Konstantin, no?” I noticed Marceau

my eye, wanting to keep me

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 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

piano playing was long

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

dawned on me what he

damned Finnish

You, I am rather hurt you don’t remember. Ours was my

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

It was a question asked that he wasn’t waiting to be answered. “I would recognise my teeth marks anywhere.

the piano case. I had never seen such a murderous look on my father’s face, not even when he

boy in the boat

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