Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 93

CHAPTER 90 – SO, IT’S TRUE?

Evgeniya

Marceau caught the little plastic cup with cat-like dexterity, plucking it from the air as though he were ready to intercept. He stood slowly and the room immediately shrank in size.

“I can wait here all day, till you burst. What goes in must come out after all.”

I bit my tongue as my only means of keeping myself from spewing every insult and slur I could formulate, the metallic taste of blood spreading along my tastebuds. I was growing desperate to relieve myself and part of me wanted to wet myself rather than give him anything. But something told me he would order copious amounts of water to ply me with until I gave him what he wanted.

“Evie, Evgeniya, whichever name you prefer. If you don’t provide a sample to confirm your pregnancy, I will bring your father in here and I will carve him apart until you do as you are told. I won’t kill him. You and he are far too valuable to me for that. But I can assure you, there are worse things I can do than death. So…” he pressed himself much too close to me, holding up the cup and brandishing it near my cheek “…This little thing for me?”

When I remained frozen, he leant in to whisper, “I“ve seen a lycan’s skin melt under the highest purity of silver. Their screams would haunt you,” his lips grazed my ear. “You’ve seen for yourself how one flails under wolfsbane. Can you imagine that process repeated without end?”

‘This is just some sick power move because he thinks he can,’ Evva whimpered. ‘So let him think he can.’

I sucked in my trembling lips, reaching slowly for the small container.

This was humiliating…

My eyes brimmed with engorged, burning tears, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting them fall.

“Good girl,” the monster stroked my jaw, setting Evva off in a rampant rage of snarls at the contact of being touched by another male. “And Alpha Isaac said you were rebellious. My well-behaved girl.”

of my life wishing I had. One more poor decision on my part and I would never stop kicking myself for its outcome. Swallowing down my degrading humiliation… I did it, looking in any direction I could bar at the disgusting man whose gaze

and my last shred of dignity down the sink. The sample was horridly discoloured from dehydration,

cool water. What I would have liked was to dump it on his head, but my parched mouth wouldn’t allow me to waste the liquid. I gulped it down, refilling it several times from the washbasin until my stomach

tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, reaching around my shoulder.

wanting to throw up the water I had

any choice but to take. The man didn’t spare me a glance or a word, focused on slipping on a pair of gloves and performing the pregnancy test. He was an older male, 60 or 70 years of age

his

any worse. There was nothing that could

from wanting to hear any

say anything about having food dumped on me, I will crawl

let loose in my throat. Instead, I dug my nails into

the shower and scrubbed myself blindly, not caring about waiting for the frigid water temperature to heat up. I wanted this whole affair to be over. When I spun around to leave the trickling remnants of the shower, I found myself wrapped in a large towel, with large hands slowly manipulating it over my

feet on the floor, and stepped away a stride. “Spin

spin you, I thought. Above my head with a good grip on your

eyes shut, spinning in a slow circle like the girl he wanted. Droplets

reached out a hand and I

and forced them steadily away, leaving me completely

timide (shy). What a crime

behind me and, once again, I felt truly helpless, truly terrified… exactly what he

kill him. Evva begged to be released so she could do

guard stood heavily armed behind the door. I could still see his outline. Another lingered over the vampire being treated, as well as the doctor somewhere beyond that door. And after them? If I somehow

…And my pup?

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