Filed To Story: Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas Book PDF Free by Jamersy
He carried me out of the gym, only putting me down when we reached the hallway outside the girls’ washroom.
“We’ll wait outside. Be careful.” He met my eyes once, then stepped back, letting Sheila and Christy guide me inside.
The harsh bathroom lights buzzed overhead. My feet were already red where the drink had spilled, and the hem of my dress was wet and sticky.
“Ow,” I hissed as I stepped out of my shoes.
“Okay, sit down,” Sheila said, helping me onto the counter. “Christy, grab some paper towels. You’re gonna start healing the moment I wipe it off. Don’t worry.”
Christy handed her the towels, while Sheila turned on the tap, letting cold water run over my feet. I sighed at the relief.
“Honestly,” Sheila muttered, gently dabbing my skin, “what the hell was he drinking? What an idiot.”
“I swear. Piece of shit,” Christy added, rinsing the fabric of my dress under the tap.
I let myself breathe. Just for a second.
Zane would be back soon.
Blake had just been helping.
My outfit wasn’t totally ruined.
My feet would heal.
Everything was going to be fine.
“What are you-“Warner’s voice sounded from outside, followed by a loud pop, and then a thud.
All three of us froze, eyes wide.
Sheila’s turned black as she glanced at the door. “Stay here.”
“Sheila-“
“Stay,” she repeated, voice low but firm.
She stepped forward, ripping the door open, and a gasp escaped her mouth.
Another pop sounded, and she collapsed to the ground.
My body jolted.
“Sheila!” Christy screamed.
“No-” My hand flew to my mouth as I slid off the counter, knees weak. “No, no, no-“
Blake stood outside, calm. Silent. A gun with a suppressor in his hand.
His eyes were red again.
“Blake,” I breathed, my heart pounding so loud I was afraid it’d burst.
I caught Christy’s wrist and pulled her behind me, standing protectively in front of her.
Blake stared at me, bloody eyes trailing down my body, lingering.
I held my breath, fingers trembling around Christy’s wrist. She sniffled, barely managing to hold back her sobs.
“Don’t… don’t do this,” I whispered, glancing from Sheila, to Warner. They both seemed alive, but were out cold.
“Time to go, mate,” Blake said, his voice a low growl. “Prom can wait.”
-LIA’S POV-
I didn’t move. Maybe I couldn’t.
My grip tightened around Christy’s wrist as Blake stepped over Sheila, entering the washroom.
Christy whimpered and moved back, pulling me with her until we were both against the wall.
Blake walked towards us slowly, his gait predatory, eyes red like a demon’s.
“Come, Lia,” he said in a low tone, reaching out to grab my hand.
I gasped, pushing both hands behind my back, as tears rolled down my cheeks. “What did you do to them?” I whispered, my voice cracking.
Blake let out a growl, his jaw clenching.
“Come,” he snapped, stepping forward and grabbing me by the waist, throwing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
Christy screamed, grabbing onto my ankle, trying to pull me off of him.
Blake growled and roughly pushed her aside, making her hit her head against the wall. A crack rang in the air.
“Christy!” I yelled, punching at Blake’s back as he carried me outside. “Let me go! Blake! Let me go!”
My struggles were futile.
The music from the gym had been turned up, drowning out my cries.
Blake took me behind the school, and approached his car, opening the trunk.
“No,” I cried, fighting against him with all my might. “Please, Blake, let me go.”
His face was hard as he threw me into the trunk, pushing me down with a warning snarl when I tried to climb out.
“Stay,” he snapped, red eyes boring into mine. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Zane will kill you,” I whispered, wiping away my tears. “You won’t get out of this alive, Blake.”
His lips curled into a mocking grin. Even for him, it felt uncharacteristic. He looked inhumane, like an emotionless monster.
“Zane Adams is out the picture now. Even if he isn’t, he’ll be out of yours after I make you mine.”
My heart almost stopped beating.
Blake slammed the trunk closed and everything went dark.
My chest heaved up and down as I thought of his words.
He was taking me somewhere to place his mark on me.
All his apologies, his kindness-it was all a pretense to fool us.
And like an idiot, I’d almost believed him. Almost.
The car started moving, pulling me back to the present. I couldn’t lie here and wait for him to have his way with me. I had to fight to escape this. Zane didn’t even know I was gone.
I kicked my feet against the trunk door, yelling and screaming at the top of my voice.
“Help!” I shouted like I was being burnt alive.
Even that would be better than being bound to Blake.
“Someone! I’m being kidnapped! Please.”
I screamed until my throat hurt, and my voice died down.
The car stopped, making me freeze. I heard a door close, and a moment later, the trunk opened again.
It was still Blake, this time looking even more pissed than the last.
He leaned down and grabbed my face, his nails digging into my cheeks.
I whimpered, trying to push off his hand.
“You ungrateful girl,” he said, glaring at me. “I did everything to make you love me. I showed kindness, love, care, everything. But you don’t care, do you? You never appreciated me. You chose the man who bullied you for years, because you do not know what’s good for you.” He let go of me with a jerk, and hot tears left my eyes, cheeks aching. “But now, you don’t get a choice. I decide for you.” Blake retrieved a syringe from the pocket of his pants, and my eyes widened again.
“No,” I begged, “Blake, please don’t. Please.”
He grabbed my arm in an iron hold, before stabbing the needle into it.
I screamed again, most of my voice suppressed inside my throat.
He pressed the syringe and emptied it into me, before withdrawing the needle and pressing his thumb on my skin to prevent bleeding.