Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 94

CHAPTER 91 – WHO IS THE RED-HAIRED VAMPIRE?

Evgeniya

My eyes felt a mix of sandpaper and glass, a dry irritation sealing my eyes shut and weighed down with bricks to keep them closed. Every muscle in my body throbbed and ached, especially my neck where it arced in a twist on the cool wooden floor.

For a moment, I wanted to pretend nothing had happened, however long ago it happened. I wanted to pretend the ghostly sensation of a slimy hand on my naked stomach was a figment of a nightmare. I wanted to pretend that the humiliation I had been forced to endure never truly occurred. I wanted to pretend I was at home, with Astennu and Badru and that soon, their warm palms would soothe the dull ache in my neck and body. All of my pretences would, unfortunately, leave me in a soul-splitting disappointment because I knew how the story ended; with me still curled on the floor feeling violated.

A single eye of mine cracked open, greeting the hues of pinks and oranges splattered across the sky from an early morning sunrise. How long had I passed out this time?

As I inched myself up to a sitting position, a tight band of tension lashed through my temples. I swiped a hand through my hair, teasing the threads that had stuck themselves to the side of my face. The strands felt dry, meaning I must have been out for hours for my thick long tresses to have air-dried.

Part of me felt like crawling into the soft bed near my feet, pulling the blankets over me and blocking out reality until it corrected itself. That would do me no favours.

‘It won’t do our little man any favours either,’ Evva’s groggy voice mumbled gravely.

My palm pressed to my currently flat stomach, blowing a sigh of relief that the small bond continued to tug despite the stress and the lack of care I hadn’t been able to show on my part.

Lifting my head and peering over my shoulder, the first images to greet my bleary vision were that of Bastiaan, shirtless and pulling his weight upwards without rest on the thick pipe above him. His glossy black hair was piled high in a looped bun and his muscular frame gleamed with sweat, accentuating the pastel colours swirling in the shadows of his skin. There were a few lines, scars, littering his torso that were devoid of colour, highlighting their existence.

But the sight that wrenched my heart was situated in the cell next door.

My father, kneeling at the glass with his head against its surface. From the direction his body was angled and the vague memories spiralling in my mind of him begging my name, he had fallen asleep where he was made to watch me implode and not be able to do a thing to comfort me.

‘He stayed there all night,’ my wolf whimpered, wanting to nose him awake.

“Dad?” My voice was barely above a whisper yet it captured the attention of both men without a repeat.

My father’s head snapped up at hearing my single small word uttered and I hadn’t seen him look worse than how he did in front of me. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot and heavily lined in black circles. His tanned skin had taken on a pallid appearance, highlighting the scar on the left side of his face. The blood from his claws still smeared the glass from his attempts to stop Marceau taking me away.

“Solnyshko…” his voice was hoarse from exhaustion, and not from simply waking up.

A string of questions hung on his tongue that he wanted to ask but couldn’t find the words. He thought the worst and while the vile act he feared had occurred hadn’t, I wasn’t sure how to tell him the truth either.

I opened my mouth to speak, but not a single word came out, each syllable clinging to the back of my throat and churning my empty stomach. I couldn’t say nothing happened because he had seen in painful detail that it had. I couldn’t tell him that I was fine because I wasn’t. I couldn’t alleviate his fears and say I wasn’t touched because that would be a lie.

“…It’s a boy… at least, I’m pretty sure it is,” I decided to stick with something positive, something I couldn’t share before, rubbing the flat of my stomach.

was out for the entire cell block to hear. What did it matter anymore whether they knew

a grandson?” His gruff voice softened to the warm

kneeling to the clear

my attention, his eye wincing harshly at my father’s snarl at

around my predicament. “I didn’t know until I woke up here. I wanted to hide it for as long as possible and was hoping for more than a day. But, nothing ever seems to go the

preaching to the choir in this establishment,” he gave me a self-deprecating half laugh and, like my father, I could tell he wanted

from further down the

absent,” Bastiaan guessed my unspoken question. “He was collected a few hours ago. The foolish

Marceau had made good on his threat, that he would fight everyone’s matches

clanking echoed about and, on instinct, I scrambled away from the glass door, dreading being led away anywhere by myself again. The tip

butter, pepper and meats wafted around me, clawing at my stomach. I was beyond hungry at this point; the eggs and steak

softness, I almost didn’t hear him. “Eat.

“Given your unborn pup, you require it. And while I would never like to give these fiends any praise, they feed

plate and on the side, a mix of dry nuts that those opposite didn’t have.

“Dad? What is it?”

had inhaled mine and was sweeping the toast around the remnants of the buttery sauce. My father had only taken a few bites of his, staring

it was

it at least as good as hers?” I asked

“Not even close.”

is Lucy?” Bastiaan

as my father’s mind was elsewhere, pushing the remains of his food on the plate and taking small bites. “She’s also my tiny best

mouth to speak when a faint whirring came from the door hinges. The glass opened with a sweep to a single unobtrusive guard, quietly showing his armaments. It was that unsettling demeanour again of non-aggressive authority where no threat was made, but the

is all,” Bastiaan pulled a black long-sleeved shirt over his head, leaving

along with any care he had of the guard present. My impulses superseded any rationality of consequences. So when his arms collided around me in the warm embrace only a

and my father’s hold

touch her again,” his snarl made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. “There is

you can take that won’t result in the young lady being harmed,” Bastiaan stood between us and the guard. “If the

of the French wolf had the guard thinking twice, begrudgingly stepping aside. I expected my father to put me down, but he refused, continuing to carry

You can

promise they would not harm you and I fail,’ he tucked my head under his chin, but I heard the

wolf males when protective mode is activated,’ Evva mumbled, still licking

to ignore the rows of other cells, not wanting the painful reminder that I was the only she-wolf in an enclosed prison with a horde of wolf males that hadn’t seen a woman in years. But what caught my attention were the

us to the outside. Looking closer at the rows of footwear, I noticed each of the

experiencing the outdoors here is not in a blizzard,” Bastiaan zipped himself up and lifted two sets

father and before I could turn to see what it was, I was shoved behind his broad frame. Flexing up on the balls of my feet to see over his shoulder, I saw the guard hand over a thick sherpa fleece blanket, rolling his eyes and turning to open the gate separating us from the fresh air. He may have acted blasé, but he