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.

I pushed myself up the wall, grabbing my crackers along

you wear it so

the small tray delivered earlier that contained mostly dry breakfast

down with 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 everything

soft sounds of Diego’s snores stemmed out from his cell, sleeping off his last bout of heavy matches; another result of his bluster.

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

for the day in the wee hours of this morning. What I had learnt about a fighters’ transport was; they 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 this compound in a similar fashion, except they were deposited in their cell and left to come around naturally. If they had injuries that required medical attention,

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 his life. Hardships were nothing new for him, living without was the

was killing him each time I was forced to eat dinner with

and a panic I had never experienced before drummed my pulse into the sky. But each of those times was an opportunity, a chance to memorise the layout, count the number of guards, rooms that would hold something of

and his nine vampires and Diego. Of the other twenty-one wolves, I didn’t know

the soft morning sun began to fill our space. Like my father, many had been taken to their matches early

to my mattress and using the wall to support 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

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

for it to fill with memories of my mates, of Astennu’s syrupy sweet tree sap scent and Badru’s freshly grated aroma of spices. If I focused enough, I could almost be sitting within an exotic forest, a sizzling heat, not of the air, sending

living in