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 along the way. “It’s sweat and

you wear

for the small tray delivered earlier that contained mostly dry breakfast foods and

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

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

one currently lying empty opposite and would remain that way till the

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, then they took a detour via the clinic that I dreaded ever returning

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

it was killing him each time I was forced to eat dinner with Marceau,

since that day, not that I trusted him to ever keep his hands to himself. Each time 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

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

soft morning sun began to fill our space. Like my father, many had been taken to their matches early while darkness still reigned outside. These quieter mornings were a

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 stupidest of things that set my emotions off on their offbeat

try meditating, just as Astennu and Badru had shown me. It was the only way

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

open my eyes and realise I was living in a fantasy of memories