Chapter 89
epting My Twin Mates Chapter 89
CHAPTER 86 – HOW WERE YOU TRICKED?
Evgeniya
I had never seen eyes in the same shade as the molten honey irises that studied me. The man, behind
what looked like tes of ss, leaned against a wall with his arms folded over his torso. For a
moment, I found myself stunned, hypnotised by his eyes’ intensity. My gaze swept over his strangely
pale baster skin and, all of a sudden, his eyes made sense.
He was a vampire.
The tell-tale opalescent colours swirled on his skin’s surface in their hues of muted blues, yellows,
pinks, greens and purples; more colours than my eyes could pick out. They moved and blended with
one another, giving the appearance of an imperceptible glow everywhere the shadows touched. Where
the dimmed sunlight graced his skin, the colours vanished, leaving behind a pearl-like sheen. His hair
fell in smooth jet-ck waves with a reddish hue, reaching his chest. He looked younger than me, far
younger than his baritone voice suggested, but vampires aged much differently than any other creature
that inhabited our world. They could live up to 250 years and never seemed to age, looking perpetually
in their twenties. I had only ever once seen another vampire, a woman, who lived in Ashen Star pack to
our south in Oregon. She was supposed to be 150 years old and looked 18. Her own son, a vampire-
wolf hybrid, and their pack’s Gamma, appeared older than her.
“Are you quite finished staring?” He chuckled, in an amused but warm tone and in an ent I didn’t
quite recognise other than being European.
“Oh,” I felt my face flush. “Sorry.”
As my new world began to fully swirl into full focus, I took in my new surroundings. What I thought was
a soft floor, I found, was arge submerged mattress into a polished wooden floor. The walls of my new
prison were vastly different from the concrete cell I had woken up in the first time. These gleamed in a
deep navy blue and embedded within them, seamlessly, were the odd ck panel. In the corner sat a
small wetroom-like area where the only privacy afforded was a short screen of frosted ss.
Sealing me within this ratherfy and modern prison was a wall of solid ss edged in holes cut out
along the top. The only joint in the clear surface was what appeared to be a doorway with a hatchwork
of silver in a narrow grid in the middle. There was no handle, but the metallic hinges looked heavy-duty;
most likely the only mechanism that opened and shut the door.
I moved my head steadily to avoid aggravating the sharp pain in my temples, feeling as though I had
been knocked about the head with a sledgehammer.
‘You’re not too wrong. That bastard hit us with the butt of that rifle,’ Evva groaned, her voice adding to
the pound in my forehead.
Oh goddess, my father! He had almost died!
“Dad?!” I tried to push up from the plush surface, my stomach lurching at the movement.
This sensation was growing old and I hadn’t even started on morning sickness yet.
“Slowly,” the man’s deep voice, opposite, encouraged. “Judging by the dried blood from your temple,
you sustained quite the blow.”
My hand trailed up to my hairline, pulling back with specks of crusted blood dusting my fingertips. The
wound had closed, but the pain remained.
Using the wall to steady myself, I made my way slowly towards the ss. The cells opposite were
staggered, allowing me to see into two of them. The man I had no name for yet, his cell was identical to
mine, except for the mass of small trees growing in pots. From what I remembered in school, vampires
needed to feed from the life force of living things, usually nts. Next door to his cell, in the dark corner
on a simr-looking submerged bed,y a slumped and bare figure, my father, his dark blond hair
covering his face.
I tried to mind-link him but it bounced back at me, ringing like an ear-splitting echo. When I looked
closer at the ss encasing me, I spotted the fine threads of silver incorporated. Merely pressing my
hand to the surface, my skin heated at the proximity to the metal.
“…Dad?” I whimpered, hoping he’d move, just a little to signal he was ok.
“He seemed in a rather bad way when they dragged you in. Well, he, they dragged. You, they carried in
quite delicately,” the vampire narrowed his eyes in an appraising look. “You must be valuable. Exactly
what sort of wolf are you?”
“Like I’m telling you!” I bit in return.
“She’s as spicy as she is pretty. I knew it,” a second voice joined in, another man, and distinctly
Spanish.
I leaned in further to the ss, as much as I could stand, to see the source. A tall, young and well-built
bearded man smirked back at me, with his arms raised above his tousled ck hair and pressed
against the ss of his cell. A multitude of tattoos littered his deep golden skin along with a few scars
on his bare chest. Unusually for a werewolf, he had a few piercings in his ear. When a wolf shifted,
jewellery didn’t. A reason why few ever wore it, especially items like rings.
“H, bebé (hey, baby),” he winked.
“Diego, that’s most inappropriate,” the vampire yfully scolded.
“Can you me me, mi tío (my dude)? I haven’t seen a woman this close in over four years. My
memory was starting to get hazy about what one looked like.”
“You look at me again like that and you’ll lose an eye,” I snarled at what had to be a wolf, Diego. “I have
mates, twin Alphas, and I’m not looking for anyone else.”
My attention turned back to the vampire, who stared at me curiously. “…What?”
“Nothing… your murderous threats remind me of someone,” a strangely dopey smile spread on his
face before he shook himself free. “Apologies. My name is Bastiaan, Bastiaan Dijkstra. And, believe
me, Diego may sound vulgar and he acts it more so, but he isn’t quite the scoundrel he projects.”
“And Batsiaan isn’t the bien amanerado co?o he pretends to be,” Diego snickered, without a trace of
malice.
“As I said, vulgar. You’ll get used to him.”
“So, what’s your name rubia (blondie)? How’d you end up here?” Diego’s tone softened.
I growled, turning away, and moved further down my prison in hopes my father would move. His back
rose and fell in shallow breaths that gave me some morsel offort.
“Hey,” the wolf called again. “Hey, look at me. We all ended up here for the same reasons. We all know
what it’s like to wake up here for the first time.”
“He’s right, miss,” Bastiaan folded his arms, his simple ck long-sleeved t-shirt flexing with the
motion. “Either taken, tricked or sold, your story is not an isted one. Wee and, for some, we go.”
“Go?” I repeated, not liking his meaning. “Go where?”
Bastiaan shrugged his shoulders, “whether they are killed in their match or are sold, I don’t know. The
last to leave us upied your father’s cell but a few months ago. Vee, he called himself. A pseudonym,
most assuredly. He was a rather pleasant wolf.”
“…Evie. My name’s Evie,” I mumbled, deciding I could possibly trust these two individuals. “Do you
know where we are?”
I turned my face to the small but sealed window behind me. At first, I thought the dim light may have
been due to being early in the morning. Now I concentrated, I could see it was because snow was
blowing in.
Diego snorted at my question. “Not even Bastiaan knows and he’s been here two decades.”
“Aside from a country in Europe with mountains…” Bastiaan shook his head. “…That’s as far as any
here have narrowed it down to.”
“Don’t you recognise thendscape at all?” I asked somewhat redundantly. Of course they didn’t. They
would have worked it by now.
Fortunately, the vampire didn’t poke too much fun at me and settled for a teasing grin that showed off
his elongated vampiric canines, slightly more pointed than a werewolf’s. “I’m Dutch. Exactly what do
you think I know of mountains?”
“You guys not have many in the Nethends?” The only things I knew of the country were tulips, clogs
and stroopwafels.
“It’s as t as my abs, chica,” to push his point, Diego made a show to flex his bare stomach and
undte his muscles.
I looked away, rolling my eyes, uninterested in the testosterone rolling off of the wolf.
‘It’s a shame Catalina isn’t here,’ Evva shook her head. ‘She’d be all over that guy.’
‘And I think he’d let her.’
“Do you at least know what time it is?” I looked around for anything that resembled a clock.
“That panel on the wall,” Bastiaan dipped his chin in the direction. “To your right.”
The dark panely sealed in the deep blue wall, over a strange ck section of floor that gave a little
underfoot.
“That thing is a treadmill under you,” Bastiaan must have guessed my confusion, shing me a
sympathetic smile. “They need a way to keep us fit. I rmend using it to keep you from losing your
senses and going mad. The pipe above is also handy for pull-ups. But be warned, it is there to rain
wolfsbane down upon you. Some of the other wolves here avoid it.”
“You’re not worried you won’t set it off?”
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“No, it’s on a remote. Only the guards can activate it. And I don’t have to worry about it burning me like
hellfire as it does you wolves.”
The toxin’s effect on werewolves was unique. Vampires and wans reacted to it in a simr way as
humans did, slipping into a paralysis.
“So, where’s everyone else in here?” I pressed my face to the ss again to see as far as possible.
There were several further cells and more beyond that. Yet, no sound hade from any of them.
“Out,” Diego said tly. I couldn’t see him anymore at the ss of his cell, but he was clearly still
listening.
“What he means is,” Bastiaan answered for him. “They’re either out in the training yard or they’ve been
taken to their matches.”
“That Marceau guy really is going to make us fight?”
Diego appeared at the ss once more. Both he and the vampire nodded solemnly.
“You’ll have to fight too or your father will pay the price. And the same goes for him. Bastiaan knows
better than anyone.”
“Out of my coven of twenty vampires that came here with me, nine are left,” Bastiaan closed his eyes,
falling back against his wall with fatigue. “I can’t afford to lose any more. So, I do as I’m told.”
“Were you their leader?”
A vampire’s coven was their home, their own version of a wolf’s pack, held together by a single
individual who guided them.
“No, that was my older brother, Christopher, but I helped with running things. It’s why I’m in here,” he
held his arms out, stepping into the centre of his cell. “And my few remaining coven peers are out there
getting their fresh air, albeit in the snow. I’m limited to my contact with them.”
“What about you?” I asked Diego.
“I’m in detention,” a dark smirk formed under his beard. “For causing trouble with these gilipos (stupid
d***s). I don’t have anything for them to hang over me, so I tend to misbehave.”
The first guard I had seen since waking again walked by, sporting a faint bruise on the left side of his
jaw. He was different from the two I had that had taken me to Marceau.
As the guard walked past Diego’s cell, he smacked the butt of his rifle against the ss and wandered
back along the walkway to wherever he was stationed.
The wolf snarled, baring his teeth without a flinch. “Yeah, you walk away, cabrón (asshole). Or I can
give you another beating.”
“You can see why he is in trouble frequently,” Bastiaan shook his head in dismay. “And may I remind
you, Diego, that it was these gilipos that tricked you into this life.”
“How exactly were you tricked?” I settled on the floor, crossing my legs.
“You may not believe me, but… I’m a Gamma.”