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.

rare vspyshka…” my father struggled for the right English word, making a bursting gesture with his

filled in

She could be

my uncle, like through marriage sort of thing?” I connected the dots of how destiny had led me to

is a somewhat stretch, but since you may be the only family I have left, I

operated

I would like to know how the f**k, lycans are

man wasn’t Catalina’s mate, I would be floored. “I didn’t even know I was a lycan. Despite looking like a giant, I thought I was a wolfless Omega. Until one morning,

and I, we told them everything we knew, starting from running

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 only ever been a loving father. Astennu and

weren’t surprised by what my padre did. s**t,

may have some choice words for him,” Bastiaan glowered, his

vulgar?” Diego chuckled

even wanna

he grinned in wicked humour, his elongated

I steadied myself on the glass in case my legs gave into gravity. Nothing felt abnormal, the tiny bond was a whisper

strong voice laced with worry drew

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

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 as long as it could be concealed. His life would be another pawn used against my father to

His life…?

screeched to a halt at my innocuous slip and my belly fluttered with

an instinct or a

he’s our little man,’ Evva preened, wanting to nuzzle into our little life’s tether

us? There was no perceptible tell pulling me to which twin our son belonged. Would they be able to tell, or would they even

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

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

carrying two flat drooping parcels of black. The narrow grid I thought was fixed opened and

he was gone, I hesitantly picked it up, unfolding it to reveal similar attire that Bastiaan and Diego wore; a

sterile-smelling fabric. ‘Because we weren’t enough of an

held it up taking in the size that was clearly made for a man. ‘For all these guards know, our pregnancy scent

having no desire to change, even though I felt thoroughly gross in the dress I still wore from the

around us, not once in the twenty years I’ve been here,” Bastiaan answered. “Their faces change but they are always silent. They communicate only via mind-link with each other, it

the door as a shelf, he didn’t wait to see if I took it and turned to deliver an identical tray to

expecting an unidentifiable meat in the shape of a loaf and a questionable slop that could be grits, oatmeal or a predigested vomit,

with my daughter,” my father demanded, glowering down at

completely ignored the insistence, sliding the tray through

the guard had even let go and sent its contents flying across the corridor. “I

began. And he said that my inability to hold my tongue came from my mother. I wasn’t