Filed To Story: Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas Book PDF Free by Jamersy
“I don’t want you to mark me just yet, but we can definitely do other stuff.”
“Hm, I’m listening.”
“You could kiss me everywhere,” I suggested.
“And?”
“Touch me everywhere.”
“Mhm?” He raised a brow.
“You could…”
“Lick?”
“No,” I laughed, my eyes wide. “Get out now.”
Zane rolled his eyes again, but a smirk played upon his lips.
“You’re no fun.”
“Shoo.” I said, finally managing to climb out of bed.
“I’m leaving,” he said, standing up as well.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too.” He gave me a quick kiss, then slipped out out through the window.
I let out a sigh, closing the curtains and the window.
Now it was time to call Blake.
An hour had passed since Zane left, and Blake was going to be here anytime soon.
My stomach was in a knot, uncertainty clouding my mind.
What if I was making a mistake? What if calling Blake here created a problem?
I checked my phone again, making sure Zane was set as my emergency contact. So that if anything happened, I could immediately call him for help. I knew he’d get here within minutes.
The bell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I took a deep breath, and rushed down to open the door for him. But Mom got there first, freezing when she answered it.
“You,” she snapped, her back rigid.
“Good evening, Mrs. Snow,” Blake muttered.
“How dare you come here?” she asked.
“Mom!” I said quickly, stepping beside her. “I invited him over.”
Mom’s eyes widened and she gave me a look of disbelief. “Are you out of your mind, Lia? Didn’t he assault you?”
I glanced at Blake, whose face filled with guilt.
“He-he’s changed,” I said. “He’s a different person now.”
“Lia,” she said curtly. “People like that don’t change. They only fool you and manipulate you into trusting them again. I will not allow this boy into my house.”
I sighed. “Mom, I need his help. It’s something really important and no one else can do it.”
“What about Zane?”
“He can’t help me. I already asked.”
“Did you tell him you’ll take Blake’s help if he can’t?”
“No, of course not.”
“Exactly. Tell him that.”
I closed the door, and then turned to her, taking her arms. “Mom, I know what I’m doing. Please trust me. I will keep the door wide open. You can check on me any minute. But I really need this. It’s… it’s gonna cost me my scholarship if I don’t..”
“I’ll ask your Dad to work harder. Or I’ll find a job.”
“Mom, please,” I cried. “Just trust me. Please. I told you Zane’s changed and you believed me. Trust me about Blake too.”
Mom stared at me for a moment, then sighed. “You will not sit on the bed with him.”
“Deal.”
“The door will be open. If I see it closed for even a second, I will call Zane and the police.”
“Done.”
“If he tries anything, I will kill him.”
“I’ll help you,” I promised.
She shot me one last glare, before storming off into the kitchen.
I opened the door for Blake.
“Hi,” I said. “Come in.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.” I moved aside, giving him space.
Blake entered the house, and I led him upstairs, to my room. My heart thumped in my chest as I sat down opposite to him, maintaining a safe distance.
Blake shrugged off the backpack he had, and extended it towards me. “I brought the books that could have the information about what you are. Let’s start. We don’t have much time if I have to leave before nightfall.”
-LIA’S POV-
I sat cross-legged on the floor, a heavy book open in my lap. Blake was sitting across from me, flipping through another one, his brows pulled together like he was solving some impossible puzzle. The air in the room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of pages turning or Mom clanking dishes downstairs, probably on purpose, to remind us she was around.
We’d been going through the books for almost thirty minutes, and so far, nothing really helpful had come up. Just old stories, weird symbols, and ancient myths that didn’t match anything I was going through. Some talked about shapeshifters who could control elements, others about cursed bloodlines. But none of them felt like me.
Blake slid another book toward me. “Try this one. I bookmarked some pages I think might be useful.”
“Thanks,” I said, taking it. Our fingers brushed for a second, and I quickly pulled mine back, pretending to scratch my wrist like I hadn’t noticed.
I opened the book, skimming through the marked sections. Some of the words were in another language, but Blake had scribbled notes in the margins. “You made notes?” I asked.
“Yeah, I went through these myself first. So if you had any questions, I coud help.”
That was… almost sweet. “Thanks,” I said softly.
Despite the notes, my eyes kept skipping lines. I wasn’t really absorbing any of it. I was too aware of the quiet, too aware of how close Blake was, even though he was across from me. Every time I looked up, he wasn’t reading anymore. He was watching me.
I didn’t like being alone with him, even if he’d saved my life twice. I couldn’t just forget about what he did earlier.
I shifted uncomfortably and tried to focus harder.
“Uh, is there anything of substance in here?” I asked, trying to make conversation to kill the silence. “Something that refers to somethig like me? Zane and his wolves spoke about a white light when I turned into whatever.”
Blake didn’t respond.
As I leaned over a page, squinting at the symbols, I felt Blake move again. The soft rustle of jeans. The creak of the floorboard.
He wasn’t across from me anymore.
He’d moved and was now behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body at my back. I didn’t hear him crawl over, just felt him there, like a shadow. I stiffened.
–
“Right there,” he said, his voice close to my ear. “I don’t know about a white light, but that’s the part I was talking about. Where it says the shift can be triggered by-“
He didn’t finish the sentence.
I didn’t really hear the words anyway. All I could focus on was how close he was. His breath warmed the side of my neck, and my body locked up. It wasn’t like how I felt when Zane got close. That made me melt. This… this made me freeze. Like my whole system was going on high alert. And at the same time, those tingles shot through my skin, creating an odd, uncomfortable mix of mismatched emotions.
“Blake,” I said quietly, not turning around. “Can you sit back down?”