Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 95

CHAPTER 92 – A FAINT SENSE OF RAGE?

2 months later

Evgeniya

My stomach emptied into the toilet bowl, like clockwork, just as it had done each morning for the last two weeks. Sometimes my morning sickness crept into the afternoon, but for now, it was staying true to its name. Accompanying my nausea on the train of pregnancy symptoms, my skin was always coated in a sheen of perspiration, my stomach distended in bloating and my breasts ached constantly. The pup would be little bigger than the size of a bean and I was over being pregnant. Seven more months of this and all without my mates by my side…

Were they any closer to discovering where I was being kept?

Because I wasn’t. I had lost count of the number of times I had studied the mountain landscape peeping over the top of the high wall. All those times in school when I thought ‘European geography’ would never come in handy and so didn’t pay attention. How ironic.

I flushed the toilet and caught my breath from retching, rinsing out my mouth and nibbling on the dry crackers that stocked my cell. True to his word, Marceau had supplied my cell with everything I could need for my condition, whether I wanted it or not. Accepting any of it was like I was accepting my fate, accepting that I would carry my pup and prepare to give birth here. I didn’t care if I had to hold the pup in my womb till he was a full-grown wolf, he was not being brought into this world in a prison.

“If it makes you feel any better, you look most radiant this morning,” Bastiaan flashed me a teasing grin from where he watched over me in his cell.

my crackers

wear

tray delivered earlier that contained

the lukewarm tea and contained my grimace as best I could. I hated the taste, but it was the only thing that settled my stomach after retching

his cell, sleeping off his last bout of heavy matches; another result of his bluster. Why the guards and Marceau bothered

cell I fixated on was the one currently lying empty opposite and would remain

were knocked out first with a dart, regardless of whether they cooperated or not. It was how the facility, wherever we were kept, had remained in its hidden location. They were woken up at their match by a shot of adrenaline and returned to

a protective one. The only reason he was doing any of this so willingly was for me, for my safety. Living so constrained was alien to him. He was used to the open landscape of the wilds in which he had lived most of

him each time I

a panic I had never experienced before drummed my pulse into the sky. But each

thirty-four of us here in total, including myself, and four empty cells; all in a row next to mine. Twelve of those I knew would do me no harm; my father, obviously, Bastiaan and his nine vampires and Diego. Of the other twenty-one wolves, I didn’t know which I could trust. Some were clearly untrustworthy, some

taken to their matches early while darkness still reigned outside. These quieter mornings were a rarity, one that made me close my eyes to take

my back, I fished for another poppy seed cracker to drive away the taste of the overpowering ginger from my tea, only to pull back in disappointment that the packet was already empty. It was a silly thing to feel disappointed over, given my predicament, but I was finding it was the

and took a deep breath. Whenever I felt my mood flicker in such a way or when Evva paced in my mind excessively, I would try meditating, just as Astennu and Badru had shown me. It was the only way I could curb the anxiety and quieten my wolf’s presence. It wasn’t in the pursuit of suppressing her, she was my support. But If I let her

focused enough, I could almost be sitting within an exotic forest, a sizzling heat, not

my eyes and realise I was living in a fantasy