Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 103

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 103

CHAPTER 100 – WON’T YOU PLAY?

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This would be taking place roughly around the time when the twins would be setting off to ‘dysfunction around France’.

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Evgeniya

“Are you sure you’ve never played this before, dad?” I wiped away the filled grid drawn in dry-erase ink from the glass and penned out another.

“No, your mother never taught this game,” a small yet easy smile spread under his much thicker beard. “She used to play spy in eye to help my English.”

My laugh echoed between us. “I spy,” I helped correct him. “But I think we’ll stick to tic tac toe. There’s only so much we can spy in here.”

‘Unless one of those fuckwit guards passes by,’ Evva yawned and stretched, bored out of her mind. ‘There’s at least twenty things there and all of them swears.’

As I looped a circle to make my first move, she bellowed a huge and overly dramatic groan. ‘Can you play anything else? It’s been three hours!’

‘You wanna go back to hangman?’ I asked sarcastically, knowing it would shut her up.

‘If you go near that game again, I will force a shift and gnaw my leg off.’

‘That’s what I thought, so drop the attitude.’

It wasn’t entirely her fault she was being so snippy. Two months sealed away in my mind was getting to her, creating an increasingly cantankerous wolf. Her spirit buzzed under the surface of my skin needing release and in a few more months, when my belly would begin to show, our pup would be too big to safely cope with the physical stresses of a shift. If she thought a couple of months were going to be tough, how would she cope with half a year?

“Pravyy nizhniy ugol,” my dad said slowly, enunciating his syllables and pitch, telling me in Russian where he wanted his ‘X’ placed.

Small moments, like these, over the last few months, we had taken to teaching the other. I helped my father with reading English and he taught me some Russian.

“Bottom right corner?” Diego beat me to it, stealing my thunder.

my father praised.

pretty face, ay

and tattoos, tía (girl),” he flexed his bare-chested

I raised a brow at him, writing the

I tilted my head in question at my father

held a twinkle of genuine

look like

was the serene quiet that we were experiencing, coupled with our little game, that had given us a brief sensation of normality. I had been trying to distract my father since he had woken from the after-effects

on my bond

moves of tic tac toe, my dad had won

thought going first would win

filled with wisdom. “You thought you had won

since fallen to sleep from being seated on the hard wooden floor. I shuffled back to my bed by the wall, the only spot in my cell that had a blind spot from the CCTV camera outside. After all

the latter. He had been gone since my father had returned. Both my dad and Diego were on a day of rest, to prepare for a large match

a dinner in two days and I was overdue. As if on cue, the sound of boots approached, followed by Diego’s curses in Spanish and finishing with my father’s

only glad that it coincided with a day I would have no audience to have

fine,” I mouthed

why I did it each time because I knew he would worry regardless, but

usual route. The only route I didn’t know yet was the one that would lead to

the table nestled in

table and the fire crackling

reluctantly sat. I wished he would take the furthest seat, but I knew he wouldn’t. He would sit himself as close as

look exquisite, as always,” he snatched my hand, holding it fast

Le Pew’s lips don’t wander anywhere

tongue until the bitter taste of iron saturated my taste buds, beating down every impulse I had to cram the man’s

sick game of control, and carved up slices of the roasted meat, sliding them onto my plate. Next, he spooned the vegetables on, making a show to press himself

his glass, filling it with a pale rosé wine. “I know

acts of rebellion, the only things

sat back in his chair casually, making a clean slice into

as though a band had been clamped around

to eat,” he drained his glass, pouring a second immediately. “Care for

brownie. The rich chocolatey scent hit me, too rich, too overbearing, too sickly. My insides churned and the food I had just

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