Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 92

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 92

CHAPTER 89 – DID IT COME AS A SURPRISE THAT YOU’RE AN A**HOLE?

Evgeniya

My arms wrapped around my abdomen, shielding my unborn pup from the monster’s predatory stare and that of the three wolves behind him, as heavily armed as I had seen before. The curve of my back collided with the wall, abruptly ending my recoil, and my fingers dug into my sides for dear life.

“NO!” My father pounded on his cell, the glass vibrating under the force. “You leave my daughter alone, svoloch’ (bastard).”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats and demands, are you lycan?” Marceau chuckled in amusement, his unnerving reptilian smile framed perfectly under his trimmed blond beard.

“I can’t remember the last time I set foot in these cells,” his green eyes made a cursory sweep of my surroundings before entering and, suddenly, the roomy cell felt decidedly less roomy. “It must be at least six years.”

My lips peeled back in a snarl, my animalistic voice mixing with that of Evva to bare my canines in a futile show of warning. The man stood barely a head taller than me, but his perfectly cut suit accentuated his broad-built physique. It was a rare occasion I found myself intimidated, feeling the fight that usually scorched my blood extinguished. But I foresaw no scenario with this man where he wouldn’t get what he wanted.

How did he know about my pup?

My gaze flew to the guard just over his left shoulder who had caught me hunched with a stomach cramp.

“He had no clue your little offspring was the issue. But he did notify me something was amiss,” Marceau answered my unspoken question. “No, I just had a rather intriguing phone call from one Alpha Isaac.”

He calmly clasped his hands behind his back, tilting his head to study me.

“It seems he’s rather desperate to have his grandpup returned to him. I think he’s regretting part of his transaction,” he leaned in to whisper. “Your mates are quite eager for leur petit (their little one), also. I don’t think they buy the whole ‘Konstantin kidnapping his own daughter’ connerie (bullshit). Finley is firmly within their sights as their number one suspect. Too bad they don’t search closer to home for the true culprit, non (no)?”

did

over the man’s shoulder to my father, who desperately tried to prise the glass with his extended claws to get to me. That was the cover Isaac used to explain my sudden disappearance? I may not have known my father for long, but within the first thirty seconds of meeting him, I knew he would never hurt me. My

but our guys are far too smart to fall for tricks,’ Evva prowled, wanting to be

arm, as though I was meant to accept it and stroll

ripping it off,” I

a body bag,’ my

to confirm your little predicament, whether you wish to or not.

it were just me, I would have fought. The ‘easy way’ was never a default option in my arsenal of responses. But it wasn’t just me. The small life growing within would suffer for it and I would protect my tiny bond with everything. My father would pay, as well, with his blood. If it meant swallowing some pride and conceding a loss to

from the wall, I teetered a step forward, the guards parting to allow me through with one scooping up the given black

a door that wouldn’t budge an inch. “Do not touch her! Ya ub’yu tebya, yesli ty eto

about to be a confirmed grandfather. One would think

breaths, his bloodied hands lying flat to glass in defeat. He couldn’t stop this any more

be fine… I’ll be back soon,” I said with an assurance I didn’t feel. For all I knew, this

meeting the pair of deep golden eyes tainted in pity. Where Bastiaan silently stood and watched me be led away,

need, Spaniard?” Marceau lifted a brow,

about you come in here yourself and teach me, maricón (p***y),” Diego stood toe to toe, unruffled and ready to

of matches tomorrow?” Marceau’s face hardened. “As you have so much energy to disperse, perhaps you can

back, and I stiffened with more rigidity than a two-by-four. He guided me forward and, with a laboured effort, I kept my wolf’s instinct

lines of cells, each occupant having heard everything and crowding their glass walls to catch a glimpse. My head swivelled this way and that,

and glowing tinge to their eyes. All of them male and each of their cells teeming with plants. None looked at

show to hide their leers, their lascivious howls or

a grab, as Finley knew well. But several? I was suddenly relieved

a couple I had missed. Some were empty. Whether they had an occupant or not,

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