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)?”

they did

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 mates knew it as well. Isaac banked far too heavily that his stance on rogues

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

chérie?” Marceau offered his arm, as though I was meant to accept it and stroll

it off,” I hissed

body

behind his men. “It is adorable you think you can say no. We are going to confirm your little predicament, whether you wish to or not. You said you would be a good

The small life growing within would suffer for it and I would protect my tiny bond with everything.

the guards parting to allow me through with one scooping up the given black attire from the floor. My arms remained clamped around my midsection, acting as a shield

(No!) Evgeniya!” My father’s claws began to bleed from forcing open a door that wouldn’t budge an inch. “Do not touch her! Ya ub’yu tebya, yesli ty eto sdelayesh’!

a confirmed

desperate heavy breaths, his bloodied hands lying flat to glass in defeat.

said with an assurance I didn’t feel. For all I knew, this

Where Bastiaan silently stood and watched me be led away, Diego made more of a show, snarling as close to

lifted a brow, his smile was

yourself and teach me, maricón (p***y),” Diego stood

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

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

their glass walls to catch a glimpse. My head swivelled this way and

of them male and each of their cells teeming

to hide their leers, their

horny male trying to make a grab, as Finley knew well.

all, I counted thirty cells, but there may have been a couple I had missed.

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