Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 91

CHAPTER 88 – AN INSTINCT OR A GUESS?

Evgeniya

I had been so engrossed in Bastiaan’s words, I hadn’t seen my father moving at all, let alone attempt to stand.

“Dad!” I shot up, shaking out the cramp in my legs “Are you ok? How’s your heart? Does anywhere hu-oooh my goddess!”

I slapped a hand over my eyes too late as my father stood, seeing him naked far more times than I ever wanted.

I heard him grunt in exertion and a flip of fabric. When I tentatively peered through my fingers, he had wrapped a bedsheet about his waist and fisted it at the hip. The only visible black marks on his skin were his tattoos. The dark tendrils that had spread on his right side where he was shot with wolfsbane had faded and vanished, but an angry red mark remained, burning vibrantly like a hornet’s sting.

“Solnyshko, I am fine,” his tight smile, thin voice and distended vein on his neck from effort suggested he wasn’t entirely truthful.

He placed his palm on his glass prison for as long as he could and I mirrored him, the silver thread within the plate hot against the pad of my hand. A tear betrayed me, slipping down my cheek faster than I could wipe away. I prided myself on self-reliance, never needing anyone. How I felt currently, I would give anything to break this damn glass apart to have the embrace of my father.

“The name you speak?” His head turned in Bastiaan’s direction, his hand dropping to his side. “You say, Galina, yes?”

“Sir,” the vampire rose to his feet, crossing the length of his cell. “Your daughter has been most worried for you, perhaps you should-”

“I said give me name!” My father lost his patience, silencing the atmosphere with his thunder and a fist to the wall.

Diego, who had remained with his back to the glass this whole time, slowly spun his neck in the direction of my father, an equally mixed expression of impressed and intimidated crossing his face.

“Uh, yes, Galina,” Bastiaan’s throat bobbed and he unconsciously backed up a step. “And from your rather distinct tone that mirrors hers, you are a relation?”

“My older sister… she was here?”

That was it! When he told me of his pack, he spoke of an older sister, Galina… my aunt.

“Your name is Konstantin, isn’t it? She spoke of you often,” Bastiaan’s gaze switched between me and the wall that separated him and my father. “…You’re lycans.”

“Lycans?! ¡Ay diosa mío, hostia! (Oh my goddess, bloody hell!) I thought you were pulling my leg, Bastiaan!” Diego attempted to stand so quickly, he nearly tripped over his own feet. “Ok, you need to tell us your story, you’ve heard ours. Except for your poor padre (father). He was too passed out.”

“I thought I was only survivor…” my father mumbled, his gaze drifting downwards.

“That is what she thought also. Sometimes, when she was a little more lucid, she spoke of almost feeling family. But, she wasn’t sure if it was real or wishful thinking.”

“Dad, didn’t you say something similar?” I recalled what he said. As fast as he would sense her, the bond would fade. “Marceau mentioned in his little villain speech about the lycan she-wolf here being on ‘loan’. She was only here to see how she fared in a fight. Maybe she’s still alive somewhere?”

“Do you truly sense your bond with her, Konstantin?” A small bloom of hope lit up the vampire’s features, so pure it was painful.

for the right English word, making a

flicker?” I filled in

yes. She could be

of how destiny had

stretch, but since you may be the only family I have left, I think I would like that position,” he smiled

fate operated was truly

how the f**k, lycans are here!” Diego drew our attention with his

mate, I would be floored. “I didn’t even know I was a lycan. Despite looking like a giant,

everything we knew, starting from running away from my mates

was in on it, or if my mates are in danger too. They’ll never suspect their father of doing this, they love him too much. They have their differences, but to them, Isaac’s

a low curse. “No wonder you weren’t surprised by what my padre did. s**t, what

for him,” Bastiaan glowered, his eyes pulsating a molten

who’s vulgar?” Diego chuckled

wanna know what

the translation,” he grinned in wicked humour, his elongated white

with a peal of faint laughter, my lower stomach rolled and clenched. I gripped my abdomen as a cramp once again crept into my womb, feeling like some strange middle ground of an ache and nausea. I steadied myself on the glass in case my legs gave into gravity. Nothing felt abnormal, the tiny bond was a whisper

worry drew up my gaze. “You are

shook my head a fraction too quickly, spinning my surroundings harshly

the area as discreetly as possible, I hoped he would understand the signal. My words couldn’t be said aloud; the expectancy growing in my uterus needed to be kept a secret for

His life…?

at my innocuous slip and my belly fluttered with the tiny bond, a pleasant tingle tightening my heart.

this an instinct or

our little man,’ Evva preened, wanting to nuzzle

boy? Could Astennu and Badru feel him, us, across the silver confinement, ocean and continent that separated us? There was no perceptible tell pulling me to which twin our son belonged. Would they

bruise given by curtsy from Diego, stopped between mine and my father’s cells. He raised a brow at my hunched-over frame, supported upon the glass. Straightening my spine and backing away, I gritted my teeth in counter to the dull ache dissipating. The last thing I needed was these people thinking something was wrong and sending me off

silent and stoic gaze, he moved past our cells to enter somewhere on the right of my field of vision. All I could see was a solid sleek navy wall that matched the three surrounding me. There were no cells beyond. My father watched him like a hawk where he stood opposite with a clear view. From the glints

of its door and the guard reappeared carrying two flat drooping parcels of black. The narrow grid I thought was fixed opened and in slid the folded wad of black fabric; one for me, one for

it to reveal similar attire that Bastiaan and Diego wore; a black long-sleeved t-shirt and thin joggers, gathered at the

her nose at the sterile-smelling fabric. ‘Because we weren’t enough

help hide any bumps,’ I held it up taking in the size that was clearly made for a man. ‘For

to change, even though I felt thoroughly gross in the

Bastiaan answered. “Their faces change but they are

a third time, the guard now carried two trays. Using the metal grid of the door as a shelf, he didn’t wait to see if I took it and turned to deliver an identical

unidentifiable meat in the shape of a loaf and a questionable slop that could be grits, oatmeal or a predigested vomit, not

demanded, glowering down at the guard

insistence, sliding the tray

tray away before the guard had even let go and sent

began. And he said that my inability to hold my tongue