Chapter 104
epting My Twin Mates Chapter 104
CHAPTER 101 – OUT ON A LIMB?
Evgeniya
The realisation hit harder than a sledgehammer and my sharp intake of breath showed it.
“Clever girl. You’ve worked it out, oui?” Marceau’s fingertips circled the curve of my shoulders, sliding
back up to grip either side by my neck.
“What, killing my father’s pack wasn’t enough for you, you psychopath?” I wanted to jerk my body away
and throw the damned piano squarely at his head, but the fingers digging into my shoulders sharpened
into protruding ws to trap me solidly with their unrelentingly strong hold.
“Don’t go getting testy with me over that, ma chérie,” his grip tightened, the tips of his ws piercing my
skin through my shirt and drawing blood. “That unfortunate incident in Kamchatka wasn’t mine or my
father’s choice and it left our family destitute. So, need’s must. Lotus River pack sat on small but pure
gold and amethyst deposits and barely tapped into their potential. They wouldn’t let us mine voluntarily,
so they required coercion. Leaving one pack member alive was my idea, so that they could spread the
word of how rogues had destroyed their home. Which left thend abandoned with no one to raise any
questions, because who wouldn’t believe a band of violent rogues to be capable of such atrocities? The
riches we gained from such an easy performance built this whole empire.”
For the second time, his lips brushed my ear, following after me no matter how much I leaned away
from the horrid sensation.
“My father’s men certainly yed their part well to scare the pretty she-wolf they took. I think you can
guess who they let escape,” his sickening low voice uttered. “The stereotype of you rogues has so
many wonderful applications.”
Qamar didn’t tell me specifically what was done to her, but it wasn’t hard to infer. Tortured with silver,
scarring her for life, and raped, and the monstrous dog responsible quite literally had his ws in me.
My body needed little motivation from Evva tosh out. I couldn’t stand it one moment longer of being
anywhere near the man, near his rank scent, having to endure his unwanted touching or his lecherous
leering. I had reached the limit of my tether that had no stretch left to give and it snapped with an
almighty pop.
The entire sequence of events yed out in slow motion, blurring before my eyes as it enacted itself
before me. The beat of my heart swung like a mallet against my ribs, booming in my ears and thudding
in the same slow rhythm that matched my surroundings.
THU-THUMP…
My elbow flew up and connected with the side of Marceau’s head, throwing him off of me.
THU-THUMP…
The nearest guard raised his rifle containing wolfsbane in a smooth arc to fire.
THU-THUMP…
My eyes drew back wide and I stumbled up from the piano stool, attempting to evade its trajectory.
THU-THUMP…
But as the gun fired, Marceau moved with animalistic speed, catching the barrel and ramming it
repeatedly into the guard’s face.
“You could have killed the child, you fool!” He roared, relentlessly beating the man and lifting him clear
off of his feet in a single grip to toss across the room. “The pup is mine! You endanger its life again and
I’ll make you beg for death!”
To date, I had only seen the oily and perverted side of Marceau, wrapped in a sleek and sharp suit. I
hadn’t witnessed the side of him that his size and broad physique indicated, that of a ruthless killer.
“Take her…” he threw a pointed finger at my sprawled form on the floor. “…Back to her cell. And, so
help me goddess and moon, if anyone attempts to harm her again, I will remove their canines with
silver pliers!”
The remaining guard rushed me to my feet and out of the door before I could process what had
happened or how close I coulde to tasting my first experience of wolfsbane. I ced my hand on
my stomach, cradling the tiny patch containing my pup.
What was I thinking? That was such a stupid thing for me to have done… I could have lost you.
My eyes pricked with a sting of tears that I blinked away,forted that the tiny bond twanged to
remind me he was fine and healthy.
‘Ok, yes, it was stupid and I shouldn’t have encouraged it,’ Evva cowed, knowing she had done nothing
to dissuade myx judgement. ‘But it wasn’t for nothing. Marceau just made a ring mistake.’
‘Mistake? The wolf had gone berserk!’
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He certainly never showed that level of anger when anyone else was about to be shot with poison…
The realisation struck me at the base of my skull.
Marceau wouldn’t tolerate a single hair on my head being harmed, not for my benefit, but because he
wanted my pup. And after that guard had been beaten to a virtual pulp, the others would probably not
want to take any risks with my health or safety.
‘Exactly,’ the cogs began to turn in my wolf’s mind. ‘We just need a way to use this in our favour.’
‘Not to bust any metaphorical balls, but that’s a helluva limb to go out on.’
‘Ye of little faith-’
‘I didn’t say I wasn’t willing to go out on that limb with you,’ I followed the guard into the corridor that led
down the line of cells. ‘Just that this time we need to be smart about it.’
I noticed that some of the cells now sat upied, some of the other rogues and vampires nursed their
sore and battered bodies, too focused on their bruised injuries to pay me any mind. As I approached
my cell where the door was open ready for me to enter, a small groan caught my attention. Bastiaan,
he was back and had taken a rather severe beating on this asion.
“Do not concern yourself over me, lieverd (poppet),” he used the small pet name he had taken to
calling me and pushed himself up.
My eyes scanned over his features as the door to my cell closed behind me. The dark bruising stood
out heavily under his pearl-white skin where the swirling muted colours disappeared into the void of
ck, purple and blue patches under his left eye and around his jaw.
“Perhaps I should be concerned about you?” His weary yet worried voice drew my gaze to his dimly
glowing gold eyes. “You look paler than I and that is not a good sign for a non-vampire.”
“Solnyshko,” my father called next, the distress etched on his face was barely contained.
He always hated watching me being led away, knowing he could do nothing to stop it. It terrified him
that one day I wouldn’t walk back, or I would walk back broken because I had been taken advantage of
again.
“Dad, I’m fine,” my voice wobbled,ing down from the adrenaline high. “If anything, you may be
happy to hear that a guard had his face smashed in.”
I fixed the guard outside with an unforgiving re, daring him to rain any sort of consequences upon
me. He promptly turned and strode away with speed, leaving us alone.
“Things must have gotten heated,” Diego chipped in, his Spanish ent adding to the sass of his
words I knew were aimed as a jeer at the guard sprinting away. “The gilipos looks like a terrified
dog.”
I slid down onto my bed, wrapping my arms around my knees and trying to digest everything that
happened, everything that Marceau had taken delight in revealing to rub in my face.
All this time, Luna Qamar had lived with her trauma, directing her fear as hate towards rogues she
thought had taken everything from her. When, in reality, her life had been destroyed by the man her
mate did business with. And Isaac had no idea, too focused on removing the wolves he saw as the
bane to all werewolf society and ming rogues for all that was wrong with the world.
My eyes drifted up and away from the concerned gaze of my father,nding on the small domed
camera on the corridor ceiling. Where I sat was a blind spot to its surveince…
…That was the limb we would go out on.
There would only be one attempt, no do-overs or try again next week. Bastiaan had warned that others
had tried their own escape ns and all had failed. But none of them were a pregnant and pissed-off
Lycan she-wolf that Marceau coveted.
My father was right; people never saw a lossing when they thought they had won.
Prideeth before the fall.
Evva rumbled with agreement. ‘And I’ll be waiting with my jaws open when he does.’