Chapter 93
epting My Twin Mates Chapter 93
CHAPTER 90 – SO, IT’S TRUE?
Evgeniya
Marceau caught the little stic cup with cat-like dexterity, plucking it from the air as though he were
ready to intercept. He stood slowly and the room immediately shrank in size.
“I can wait here all day, till you burst. What goes in muste out after all.”
I bit my tongue as my only means of keeping myself from spewing every insult and slur I could
formte, the metallic taste of blood spreading along my tastebuds. I was growing desperate to relieve
myself and part of me wanted to wet myself rather than give him anything. But something told me he
would order copious amounts of water to ply me with until I gave him what he wanted.
“Evie, Evgeniya, whichever name you prefer. If you don’t provide a sample to confirm your pregnancy, I
will bring your father in here and I will carve him apart until you do as you are told. I won’t kill him. You
and he are far too valuable to me for that. But I can assure you, there are worse things I can do than
death. So…” he pressed himself much too close to me, holding up the cup and brandishing it near my
cheek “…This little thing for me?”
When I remained frozen, he leant in to whisper, “I“ve seen a lycan’s skin melt under the highest purity
of silver. Their screams would haunt you,” his lips grazed my ear. “You’ve seen for yourself how one
ils under wolfsbane. Can you imagine that process repeated without end?”
‘This is just some sick power move because he thinks he can,’ Evva whimpered. ‘So let him think he
can.’
I sucked in my trembling lips, reaching slowly for the small container.
This was humiliating…
My eyes brimmed with engorged, burning tears, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting them
fall.
“Good girl,” the monster stroked my jaw, setting Evva off in a rampant rage of snarls at the contact of
being touched by another male. “And Alpha Isaac said you were rebellious. My well-behaved girl.”
He retook his seat and I knew, if I didn’t do this, I would spend the rest of my life wishing I had. One
more poor decision on my part and I would never stop kicking myself for its oue. Swallowing down
my degrading humiliation… I did it, looking in any direction I could bar at the disgusting man whose
gaze scorched my skin.
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I screwed on the cap and flushed, washing my hands, the container and myst shred of dignity down
the sink. The sample was horridly discoloured from dehydration, I hadn’t drunk a drop of water in
goddess knew how long. My mind had been elsewhere and now my thirst was acknowledged, it wed
at my throat.
The sample was slipped from my hands and reced with a paper cup filled with cool water. What I
would have liked was to dump it on his head, but my parched mouth wouldn’t allow me to waste the
liquid. I gulped it down, refilling it several times from the washbasin until my stomach wouldn’t allow it.
“Have you not had time to bathe?” Marceau tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, reaching around
my shoulder. “There is a change of clothing right here for you after. Don’t mind me. Pretend I’m not
here.”
“You’ve got to be joking?” I spun around, wanting to throw up the water I had guzzled down.
The door opened behind him and in walked the doctor from before, obviously a wolf given his musky-
edged scent, bustling open a cab and rifling through its contents to drag out a rattling bottle.
Vitamins; ones I doubted I had any choice but to take. The man didn’t spare me a nce or a word,
focused on slipping on a pair of gloves and performing the pregnancy test. He was an older male, 60 or
70 years of age for a wolf, with salt and pepper dusting his dark temples and moustache. Once he had
finished, he simply threw his gloves in the trash and left hurriedly through the door he came.
“Well? You have several minutes before the test isplete,” Marceau set his elbow upon the
examination bed and rested his temple on his fingertips. “Shower.”
This couldn’t be any worse. There was nothing that could add to my mortification, my humiliation…
Evva’s voice fizzed with a response but I was far from wanting to hear any form of sass or joke from
her mouth.
‘If you say anything about having food dumped on me, I will crawl in there and rip your tail off!’
Anger, fear, irritation, nausea and searing hot rage blistered my every nerve and a racket of swear
words screamed to be let loose in my throat. Instead, I dug my nails into my palms and stripped,
imagining the clothing I peeled from my body was the skin I could peel from Marceau’s corpse.
I ran the shower and scrubbed myself blindly, not caring about waiting for the frigid water temperature
to heat up. I wanted this whole affair to be over. When I spun around to leave the trickling remnants of
the shower, I found myself wrapped in arge towel, withrge hands slowly manipting it over my
skin and hair.
“Much better,” he withdrew the moderately soggy towel, letting it pool at my feet on the floor, and
stepped away a stride. “Spin for me, pretty lycan.”
I’ll spin you, I thought. Above my head with a good grip on your micro-dick.
But, like everything else I had taken, I swallowed this too and screwed my eyes shut, spinning in a slow
circle like the girl he wanted. Droplets of icy water collected at the ends of my hair, dripping down my
body and chilling me further.
“Ah, most agreeable,” he reached out a hand and I recoiled, covering as much of myself as possible.
Faster than I could register, he snatched my wrists and forced them steadily away, leaving me
completely bare before his eyes.
“Don’t be timide (shy). What a crime to cover a pair of exquisite assets.”
He circled behind me and, once again, I felt truly helpless, truly terrified… exactly what he desired.
I wanted to shift, to kill him. Evva begged to be released so she could do it herself. But then what?
A guard stood heavily armed behind the door. I could still see his outline. Another lingered over the
vampire being treated, as well as the doctor somewhere beyond that door. And after them? If I
somehow managed to deal with those four men without a single rm being triggered, how would I get
out? How would I get to my father?
…And my pup?
Whatever happened to me, would happen to him.
There was nothing I could do, and Marceau knew it. He wanted me to know it. He wanted me to know
he could do anything to me, hurt me, take everything and there would be no avenue that would lead me
to a gratifying end.
“I could make your time here much easier, morefortable, in my private chambers. Would you like
that?” His voice in my ear raised the goosebumps of my skin in a sickening dread and my body
convulsed in a spasm of shock when a hand crept around my stomach, resting right where my pup
would be growing.
And quite literally saved by the bell, a small chiming timer rang out from where it was set up by the
prepared test.
As soon as Marceau removed himself from me, I grabbed for the clothing, ripping them so quickly over
my head and up my legs, I could have split them in two.
“So, it’s true. As we already knew, you are carrying a rather special little one,” he held up the test stick,
concentrating on the double line disyed. “I got quite the bargain. A growing Alpha lycan. Isaac was
so very desperate to negotiate the pup’s return,” his smile and chuckle were so dark, so poisonous,
they could have billowed a ck smoke in time with the sound. “I suppose there’s no harm in letting
him think his grandpup will be returned, for now at least.”
The door opened with a sudden and sharp thud, rattling the counter it struck against.
“Let’s not keep your father waiting any longer. He seems most testy when you are removed from his
side. The gentleman will escort you back,” Marceau plopped the bottle of vitamins into my hands and
swept his arm in the direction of the guard who stood waiting. “Make sure you take one a day and I’ll be
sure to stock the appropriate prenatal vitamins for you, along with anything else your condition
requires.”
I quickly followed the guard, almost wanting to run past him, find my own way back to my cell, to
anywhere I could fold in on myself and forget it all. The walls rolled past by in a blur, either from myck
of focus or from the tears gathering in my eyes in need of release.
The sounds that erupted from the cells were a numb faint echo. All I could do was keep my head down
and put one foot in front of the other, as fast as they would operate, till I happened upon the open door
of my personal prison and bubble of safety.
I could hear the basal shouts of my father begging my name, Bastiaan’s baritone voice somewhere in
the mix and a whole cacophony of others swirling and mixing in one mass that I wanted to scream to
stop.
The ground surged up beneath me and my forehead pressed on the wooden floor. I mped my hands
over my ears in an attempt to get the ringing to stop, screaming soundlessly into a void to leave me
alone. I wanted to scrub my skin raw to remove his hand I still felt, to w it away and w the entire
ce to the ground.
My world fell sideways and I wrapped my arms around myself, the fat tears finally spilling free.
How the hell was I ever going to get out of this?