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

bruises and tattoos, tía (girl),” he flexed his bare-chested physique playfully, preening like a peacock. “There’s a pretty sharp

present when you’re calling the guards gilipollas?” I raised a brow at him, writing the ‘X’ in the grid and placing my ‘O’ in

tilted my head in question at my father as he

held a twinkle of genuine amusement. The dark circles

smile… you look like your

it 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 of whatever foul

faint wave of anger and then similar ripples throughout the day. This morning, I had felt somewhat back to normal; sweaty, aching and nauseous. And in the last few hours, the inner strain on my bond had eased somewhat, tugging away still, but not as painfully. I put it down to the bond with my pup, blanketing my troubles for a reprieve. My little winkle was growing as strong as ever and as tough

of tic tac toe, my

going first would win

his dad-tone filled with wisdom. “You thought you had

side. Like my wolf, my eyes were beginning to bleed after several consecutive hours of gameplay. That, and my ass had long 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 trekking back and forth from my

had been gone since my father had returned. Both my dad and Diego were on a day of rest,

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 growls and the swish of the glass cell

the routine well by now. I was only glad that it coincided with

mouthed silently to my

why I did it each time because I knew he would worry regardless, but it made me feel better, like a lie to myself

always, I was led the usual route. The only route I didn’t know yet

the table nestled

switched off, the darkness illuminated only by the long candles lit on the formally set table and the fire crackling

as I reluctantly sat. I wished he would take the furthest seat,

always,” he snatched my hand, holding it fast against my pull of resistance from his vile

Pepé Le Pew’s lips don’t wander anywhere

saturated my taste buds, beating down every impulse I had to cram the

silent attack of anger, all part of his sick game of control, and carved up slices of the roasted meat, sliding them onto my plate. Next,

you smile for me, ma chérie?” He tilted his glass, filling it with a pale rosé wine. “I know

tiny acts of rebellion, the only things I could control. And so goddess help me, there was nothing he could do to force a smile on my face or

cruel smirk twisted his lips as he sat back in his chair casually, making a clean slice into his meat. “You

not out of hunger, but the sooner I finished, the sooner all of this would be over. It in no way surprised me that I was watched, yet ripples of agitation wound around my neck as though a band had been clamped around it, squeezing on my airways. My stomach

glass, pouring

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

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