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.

father praised.

pretty

finely chiselled muscles, bruises and tattoos, tía (girl),” he flexed his bare-chested physique

that sharp mind present when you’re calling the guards gilipollas?” I raised a brow at him, writing the

my head in question at my

time in a long while, his eyes held a twinkle of genuine amusement.

look like your mother

experiencing, coupled with our little game, that had given us a brief sensation of normality. I had been trying to

a bizarre 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

two more moves of tic tac toe,

first

I win,” he said in his dad-tone filled with wisdom. “You thought you had won and

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 cell to Marceau’s private dining room, I had managed to peek a glance at the

time outside or were attending their fights. In Bastiaan’s case, it was the latter. He had been gone since my father had returned. Both my dad and Diego were on a day of rest, to prepare

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 door opening. It was an all too

knew the routine well by now. I was only glad that it coincided with a day I would have no audience to have to

I mouthed silently to my

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

route I didn’t know yet

voice greeted me from the

on the formally set table and the fire crackling away behind. A large roasted chunk of meat from wild boar steamed from the centre, surrounded

wished he would take the furthest seat, but I knew

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

as Pepé Le Pew’s lips don’t wander anywhere else,’ Evva snarled

bit my tongue until the bitter taste of iron saturated my taste buds, beating down every

the roasted meat, sliding them onto my plate. Next, he spooned the vegetables on,

his glass, filling it with

of rebellion, the only things I could control.

watched you on the cameras,” a cruel smirk twisted his lips as he sat back in his chair casually, making

as though a

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

The rich chocolatey scent hit me, too rich, too overbearing, too sickly. My insides churned and

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