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.

myself up the wall, grabbing my crackers

you wear it so

small tray delivered earlier that contained mostly dry breakfast

it down with the lukewarm tea and contained my grimace as best

heavy matches; another result of his bluster. Why the guards and Marceau bothered trying to

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

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

a violent man, he was 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 his life. Hardships were nothing new for him, living without was the norm. But living without space, fresh air and the freedom to roam

it was killing him each time I was forced to

I was taken, flashes of that day screamed in my mind 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 use and observe just who I

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 were a little more ambivalent. It wasn’t as though I was in any sort of position to have a conversation and ask

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

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

Evva paced in my mind excessively, I would try meditating, just as Astennu and Badru had shown me. It was

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 a tingling spark up along my spine and two pairs of midnight

and realise I was living in a