Chapter 95
epting My Twin Mates Chapter 95
CHAPTER 92 – A FAINT SENSE OF RAGE?
2 monthster
Evgeniya
My stomach emptied into the toilet bowl, like clockwork, just as it had done each morning for thest
two weeks. Sometimes my morning sickness crept into the afternoon, but for now, it was staying true to
its name. Apanying my nausea on the train of pregnancy symptoms, my skin was always coated
in a sheen of perspiration, my stomach distended in bloating and my breasts ached constantly. The pup
would be little bigger than the size of a bean and I was over being pregnant. Seven more months of this
and all without my mates by my side…
Were they any closer to discovering where I was being kept?
Because I wasn’t. I had lost count of the number of times I had studied the mountainndscape
peeping over the top of the high wall. All those times in school when I thought ‘European geography’
would nevere in handy and so didn’t pay attention. How ironic.
I flushed the toilet and caught my breath from retching, rinsing out my mouth and nibbling on the dry
crackers that stocked my cell. True to his word, Marceau had supplied my cell with everything I could
need for my condition, whether I wanted it or not. epting any of it was like I was epting my fate,
epting that I would carry my pup and prepare to give birth here. I didn’t care if I had to hold the pup
in my womb till he was a full-grown wolf, he was not being brought into this world in a prison.
“If it makes you feel any better, you look most radiant this morning,” Bastiaan shed me a teasing grin
from where he watched over me in his cell.
“Thanks,” I pushed myself up the wall, grabbing my crackers along the way. “It’s sweat and hormones.”
“And you wear it so well.”
“Wise ass,” I chuckled, reaching for the small tray delivered earlier that contained mostly dry breakfast
foods and ginger tea.
Popping one of the prenatal vitamins, I chased it down with the lukewarm tea and contained my
grimace as best I could. I hated the taste, but it was the only thing that settled my stomach after
retching everything up.
The soft sounds of Diego’s snores stemmed out from his cell, sleeping off hisst bout of heavy
matches; another result of his bluster. Why the guards and Marceau bothered trying to discipline the
guy was beyond me. The ‘punishments’ provoked him further to misbehave.
The cell I fixated on was the one currently lying empty opposite and would remain that way till thete
hours of the night.
My father had been knocked out and taken to his fights for the day in the wee hours of this morning.
What I had learnt about a fighters’ transport was; they were knocked out first with a dart, regardless of
whether they cooperated or not. It was how the facility, wherever we were kept, had remained in its
hidden location. They were woken up at their match by a shot of adrenaline and returned to this
compound in a simr fashion, except they were deposited in their cell and left toe around
naturally. If they had injuries that required medical attention, then they took a detour via the clinic that I
dreaded ever returning to.
Each match cost my father a fragment of the light in his eyes. He wasn’t a violent man, he was a
protective one. The only reason he was doing any of this so willingly was for me, for my safety. Living
so constrained was alien to him. He was used to the openndscape of the wilds in which he had lived
most of his life. Hardships were nothing new for him, living without was the norm. But living withoutProperty ? N?velDrama.Org.
space, fresh air and the freedom to roam was bing too much, straining a cord like a wild animal
corralled into a cage.
And it was killing him each time I was forced to eat dinner with Marceau, alone.
The man hadn’t touched me since that day, not that I trusted him to ever keep his hands to himself.
Each time I was taken, shes of that day screamed in my mind and a panic I had never experienced
before drummed my pulse into the sky. But each of those times was an opportunity, a chance to
memorise theyout, count the number of guards, rooms that would hold something of use and
observe just who I shared these cells with.
There were thirty-four of us here in total, including myself, and four empty cells; all in a row next to
mine. Twelve of those I knew would do me no harm; my father, obviously, Bastiaan and his nine
vampires and Diego. Of the other twenty-one wolves, I didn’t know which I could trust. Some were
clearly untrustworthy, some were a little more ambivalent. It wasn’t as though I was in any sort of
position to have a conversation and ask ‘should I ever manage to devise an escape n, who can I
count on?’
The sounds from their cells were beginning to rouse and awaken as the soft morning sun began to fill
our space. Like my father, many had been taken to their matches early while darkness still reigned
outside. These quieter mornings were a rarity, one that made me close my eyes to take in the hushed
air.
Slipping to my mattress and using the wall to support my back, I fished for another poppy seed cracker
to drive away the taste of the overpowering ginger from my tea, only to pull back in disappointment that
the packet was already empty. It was a silly thing to feel disappointed over, given my predicament, but I
was finding it was the stupidest of things that set my emotions off on their offbeat tangents.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Whenever I felt my mood flicker in such a way or when Evva
paced in my mind excessively, I would try meditating, just as Astennu and Badru had shown me. It was
the only way I could curb the anxiety and quieten my wolf’s presence. It wasn’t in the pursuit of
suppressing her, she was my support. But If I let her run free in my mind, I would lose it.
I tried to clear my head, only for it to fill with memories of my mates, of Astennu’s syrupy sweet tree sap
scent and Badru’s freshly grated aroma of spices. If I focused enough, I could almost be sitting within
an exotic forest, a sizzling heat, not of the air, sending a tingling spark up along my spine and two pairs
of midnight sapphires swirling in their hues of blue.
Then I would open my eyes and realise I was living in a fantasy of memories and that they weren’t
here.
The me of two and a half months ago, who ran through the snow to escape my mates and who jumped
through a window to do it, I could punch that woman squarely in the face. If I could escape through the
window behind me, to run through the snow once more, it would be towards Astennu and Badru,
running fully into their arms… if their arms were waiting for me.
‘Of course they are!’ Evva snapped, her tension wound tightly. ‘Our goober is not gonna blush for
anyone else and our nugget would never let another she-wolf dominate him. Those are our jobs.’
I didn’t want to believe anyone would take my ce in their hearts, but the longer I remained here, the
more my fears swam and festered.
What if they start to believe we left them?
The thought pinched my heart, a constriction pulsating my temples… and a faint sense of rage?
Were these my emotions and insecurities rearing their ugly head? Were they new pregnancy
symptoms and random mood swings?
…Or something else?
Astennu
My grip on my mate’s locket tightened, drawing blood from my palm.
“You sold our mate… our pup?” My voice broke and my bodyunched forward, with my father’s blood
firmly in my sights.