Chapter 87
epting My Twin Mates Chapter 87
CHAPTER 84 – I KNOW THAT FACE?
Evgeniya
Finley Jacobs?
“The hell are you doing here?!” I wanted desperately to snatch his smug face through the narrow gap,
silver burns be damned.
“You think you’re so smart, you tell me,” he leaned in tantalisingly close to poke out an eye.
“I dunno. Maybe you wanted to lose some more fingers? Even out that other hand.”
His smirk broadened, sickenly so. “Something tells me that confidence of yours is gonna take a hit in a
few minutes.”
He tried to press his Beta aura, an aura not as potent as an Alpha’s but would stillmand attention.
If he thought it would have an effect on me, he was dreaming. Not even an Alpha’s aura bent my neck
in submission.
Finley’s focus shifted to a point over my shoulder, his face tightening and eyes narrowing.
‘Someone’s doing a little bit of d**k measuring anding up short,’ Evva sniggered, finding a small
semnce of satisfaction.
“So, Lucy got some sliced-up old man for a second chance mate?” He tried to stand that bit taller and
expand his chest. Here we went with the show of testosterone.
To my surprise, my father remained silent, not a single growl escaped him and he didn’t even posture in
return. Had I been in his shoes, I would’ve probably hurled every curse under the sun. Perhaps my
sharp tongue and quick temper came from my mother rather than him.
The door slowly unlocked, revealing who stood with him, a pair of guards, dressed in dark attire and
armed. A small pistol hung holstered, a pair of shiny silver-coloured handcuffs peeped from a pouch, a
long ck rod hung from each of their sides like a thin baton and a strap crossed both their bodies that
held some sort ofrger firearm that I couldn’t see properly.
Without a word uttered, one of the guards indicated to step out. I had the urge to tell them to go
fornicate with each other, but I had a feeling if I did, an unpleasant force would be used.
‘Cool your hot beans,’ Evva warned. ‘We have no idea what theyout is, so running is pointless. For
now, anyway.’
Reluctantly, I stepped forward between the two guards’ imposing frames. For once, I was thankful for
my characteristic height. They may have been far broader in muscle than I would ever be, but at least I
could look them in the eye. I recognised neither of them nor did they have any recognisable scents
from my pack on them.
I made a quick survey of the hallway while I could. There was a single door, heavier and more
reinforced than the cell gate. The corridor itself was basic; I expected it to be bigger, longer. It was
made of simple concrete and was wide to amodate the gates opening. While it was wide, there
couldn’t have been more than six prison cells. This couldn’t be it, could it? There wasn’t a sound from
any of them. Were we the only ones here?
“There isn’t much point in looking for a way out,” Finley continued to prod what he hoped was an
exposed nerve, pressing his small height advantage over me. His confidence faltered slightly when I
felt my father’s presence at my back.
“You don’t have a home to go back to. Everyone thinks you ran away with him, “his chin jutted to my
father, staring him down. “Even your mates. I’ll make sure Lucy never gives you a second thought. And
I’m sure those i***t twins won’t have trouble finding someone else-”
He hadn’t just prodded my exposed nerve, he shoved a live wire cable into it. My fist moved before I
could think and my palm flexed to collide with his nose. He leaned back, causing my palm to brush it in
a ncing blow he would barely have felt. He was quick to aim in retaliation, rearing his fist back.
Before he could drive forward and before I could move my body in response, arge arm caught me
from behind and another snatched his wrist.
“You think you can attack my pup?” My father drew up his arm, holding Finley aloft and clear off of his
feet. “I have heard of you and my mate had no pleasants to say.”
A deep growl lined his words, belying his calm tone.
Finley tried to swipe his extended ws, but my father caught that, too, squeezing his fist in a painful
vice.
The version of my dad I had seen thus far had been a gentle giant, except for the one slip where he
had lost his s**t, for good reason, with Isaac. I was wishing Badru hadn’t held him back. What also felt
disconcerting was the guards hadn’t once lifted a finger to stop anything.
…The thought urred too soon.
A buzzing swish was all I heard, followed by a resonating electric crackle. What I thought was a baton
was far worse. It connected with my father’s ribs with force and his muscles contorted in pain and
paralysis from the electric shock. As Finley dropped back to the floor, he seized his moment tond a
punch directly across my father’s jaw, dropping him to his knees.
“Dad!” I shrieked, tugging at his heavy shoulder to keep him from dropping fully to the ground.
“You’re just a f*****g coward!” I was about to aim my fury at the skid-stain of a former Beta, when my
father held his arm out to stop me.
“No. I am not hurt,” he gasped, pushing himself up. I helped him as best as I could, but he was
absurdly heavy. ‘You give him what he wants, so don’t.’
“Could have stepped in a little f*****g sooner?!” Finley swore at the guards, rolling his right shoulder
and popping the dislocated knuckle of his left and whole hand back into position.
The guards that hadn’t spoken a word remained silent and stoic, not a flicker of emotion crossed their
faces. All they did was politely indicate the door they had entered through. Aggression and violence I
could cope with. It was what I expected. This was unsettling.
‘Unsettling?’ Evva repeated. ‘This feels like the set-up to a superviin, with their weirdo henchmen.’
Wrapping his right arm around the left side of his ribs, my father moved forwards, making sure to keep
me pressed next to him.
‘Do not leave my side and stay behind me.’
‘Ok,’ I kept hold of his arm to make sure he stayed upright.
Whaty beyond the heavy metal door wasn’t exactly what I expected either. I thought it wouldn’t have
been too dissimr to the basic concrete of the cells. Instead, it was as though we had stepped into
someone’s quaint country home. The walls were half stone and half cream-coloured paint, with
diamond lead windows and a polished dark wood floor. It was too dark out to see much of the
landscape, except for the odd highlight from the moon. My father appeared to be right. Outside seemed
a snow-covered mountainous region and not the one from home. We may not even be in the states
anymore.
One guard led the way in front, ignoring the corridor that veered off to the left, and the other marched at
our backs with Finley subtly licking his wounds. The man in front held open the matching dark wood
door, releasing a burst of pleasant warmth. The room was like some opulent bachelor’s sitting room,
furnished with dark woods, leather upholstery and a ck grand piano. A table was set with three metal
serving domes next to arge crackling fire built of carved ck marble.
“Bonsoir, bienvenue!” A deep and smooth voice spoke.
A man with a bright shock of wavy blond hair, manicured beard and broad build in a tailored dark blue
three-piece suit pped his hands together, standing from a deep and curved armchair. I would admit,
for an older wolf possibly in his 50’s, he was quite good-looking. His bright green eyes sparkled with a
strange tion as he drew closer. It was as though he was merely weing dear guests to his home,
instead of a forced audience with his captives.
“That is a good evening and wee, if you were uncertain,” his ent was distinctly French, but that
wasn’t the only thing I recognised. I knew this man; though not his name, I knew his features.
‘And here I thought I was joking about the superviin thing,’ Evva bared her mental teeth to our new
threat.
I vaguely remembered seeing the French man around the pack house on a handful of asions. I had
seen him at the twins’ wee home party… he had looked me over like a man inspecting a piece of
jewellery. And now I realised, he was.
Another nauseating wave of dread flowed through me. Had Isaac begun whatever this n of his was,
then? Or had it started further in the past?
“I see you recognise me, mon chérie (my dear)?” The man stood at his full height, only a few inches
from that of my father.
He was a wolf, made clear from the musky edge to his scent, and he held himself with authority. He
was no Alpha, Beta or Gamma, with no aura whatsoever, but his height and build suggested he was
fast and just as lethal.
“My men tell me you held him…” he addressed my father and nodded pointedly to Finley, who had
moved to stand off to the side, “…with ease? Good. You’ll do nicely.”
“You saying your guys almost let him rip my arm off as a test?”
“Yes, and you’ll heal. Consider yourself lucky you lost no more limbs.”
Finley growled at the poke to hisst altercation, flexing his aura.
The blond man chuckled, amused by hisck lustre disy. “Boy, your aura isn’t matured enough to
have me wince, let alone submit. Now leave, you have been nuisance enough.”
With a grumble under his breath, Finley stormed from the room, exiting a door on the other side of the
firece.
“What a shame Isaac had no better wolf to utilise,” the man shook his head in exasperation. “Now
come, eat. It has gotten ratherte.”
He casually slipped into one of the set ces at the table, removing the serving domes and allowing a
billow of temptingly inviting scents to fill the air, reminding me of my hunger.
The guard at our back shoved us forward, towards the table. My father turned to snarl as the guard
ced his hand on me, eliciting a teeter of amusedughter from whatever perverted host we found
ourselves in thepany of.
“Not the wisest of moves, lycan. Those weapons they carry are filled with wolfsbane,” he gave my
father a telling look. “I know exactly what that toxin does to you. And if you insist on misbehaving, I’ll be
forced to break out the silver-ware.”
The other guard reached into his pouch and threw a pair of handcuffs.
“The silver in them is none to pure, enough to keep a normal wolf in line with minimal scarring. Care to
test how you’ll fare, lycan? Another scar to add to your prominent collection, perhaps?”
The scar that ran down the left side of my father’s face and neck was obvious and, at first, I thought
that was the target of the taunt. But the man’s eyes lingered on the scar that was covered and hidden,
the bite mark on my dad’s right arm that he received as a 16 year old boy. The day his pack was lost.
“Eat,” he said with more menace. “I need my fighters strong and it’s not every day I invite my purchases
to dine with me. So, bon appétit.”
He began to carve into his food as my father and I slowly slipped into the other two seats. He purposely
put himself between me and our host, his gaze flickering between him and the two guards. I peered
down at the te in front of me, wanting to eat it desperately, my stomach ravished in hunger. But I
also wanted tounch it at the man’s head.
‘We can’t afford that. We have another life to look after,’ Evva reminded me.
‘Do it, for little sunshine, malen’koye solnyshko,’ my father reiterated my wolf’s words, ring across
the table.
‘You imagining the ol’ fork in the eye?’
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I cut into the dark meat and, as much as I hated to admit it after a single mouthful, it was delicious;
pheasant and roast vegetables.
I eyed the room as covertly as possible, seeing what I could use and any way to escape. There were
two doors; one we hade through and the other was a mystery, other than it being the way Finley
had left. So I took it as a sign that it was the most likely escape route. The guards that escorted us now
stood by both doors, remaining silent and the rifles that had been slung on their backs were now held in
front and each looked to hold ratherrge syringes.
“Where are my manners? In the excitement, I haven’t introduced myself. You may call me Marceau.
And I know your names, of course, Konstantin, and Evie. A votre santé,” he raised his wine ss,
keeping his gaze set on me.