Filed To Story: Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas Book PDF Free by Jamersy
He didn’t move right away. Just stayed there, breathing shallowly. The moment stretched out too long.
Then suddenly, he held his breath.
A chill passed through me.
I turned to look at him-just enough to catch a glimpse-and that’s when I saw it.
His eyes.
They were red.
I flinched, pushing the book off my lap and scrambling forward, nearly tripping over my own legs. My heart was pounding so loud it felt like it filled the room.
“Sorry,” he said quickly, backing away and holding his hands up. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I wasn’t trying anything, I swear.”
“What was that?” I asked, my voice shaking a little. “Why do your eyes do that?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. Maybe… maybe it’s a reaction to you being this close. We have a bond too, Lia.”
“That doesn’t make it better,” I snapped. I stood up, heart racing. “I told you to keep a distance. And-and why do your eyes turn red?”
“I said I’m sorry,” Blake muttered, looking down at the floor now. “It’s not like I can control it. It just happens sometimes.”
My hands shook as I reached for my phone. I wasn’t sure if I was mad or scared or both. Maybe a little betrayed. He didn’t have to crawl behind me like that. He could have just used his words.
I checked the time, and the phone buzzed in my hand.
It was a text from Zane.
Zane
Hey, love. Think you’ve had enough family time? I’ll be there in an hour unless you need more. ??
I stared at the message for a second longer than necessary, grounding did. I was in the words. Zane had my back. He always
I looked at Blake, who was still standing awkwardly, hands now stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.
I took a breath and replied to Zane.
Me
Yeah. One hour is good. Come then. I love you. 😀
Then I turned to Blake. ‘You have to go now.”
He blinked like I’d slapped him. “Already? We haven’t even-“
“Zane’s coming over soon. I need you gone before he gets here.”
Blake nodded slowly. “Right. I get it.”
“Also, can you erase your scent? Please? You said you’d find a way.”
He blinked again. “Yeah. I’ll do it.”
He walked to the window and cracked it open a little. Then, without saying anything, he pulled something small from his hoodie pocket: a travel-sized bottle of cologne. He sprayed it once into the air, then rubbed some on his wrists and neck. He walked up to me, offering it to me.
“Here. Apply some.”
I did the same thing as him, also spraying some onto my clothes. and into the air.
The sharp, woodsy scent instantly overpowered the room.
“What is this?” I asked, frowning at the sudden burst of fragrance.
“Coffee, cedar, and citrus,” he muttered as I returned the bottle to him, tossing the bottle back into his pocket. “It masks werewolf scent for a few hours.”
I stared at him. “You just have that?”
Blake shrugged like it was nothing. “You told me to get something.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
I walked over and gestured for him to leave.
He stepped into the hall but paused, glancing back at me. “Thanks for trusting me, even for a little while.”
I nodded but said nothing.
He made his way out, and I watched him leave through the main door. The door clicked shut behind him.
I leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh. My fingers were still trembling. The image of his eyes, those glowing red ones, kept replaying in my mind.
Zane would be here any moment. What if he found out? What if I should’ve told him everything already?
I didn’t have time to overthink that, though. Because just ten minutes later, I heard a knock on the front door again.
I peeked through my window.
Zane.
He was already here.
I rushed downstairs, trying not to look too guilty. Mom raised an eyebrow at me from the kitchen, pausing in whatever she was doing, but didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure if I was grateful or more paranoid.
I opened the door.
Zane smiled at me. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I said, trying to keep my voice normal.
He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. “Had a good morning?”
“Yeah. Spent some time with Mom.”
He stepped inside, and just like I feared, he sniffed the air lightly.
My heart stopped.
I closed the door behind him as casually as I could, trying not to breathe too loudly.
Zane glanced at me, then at the stairs.
“What?” I asked. My voice cracked a little.
“Nothing,” he said, but he didn’t smile.
We went upstairs, and I sat down on the bed, pretending everything was fine. Zane stayed by the door for a second longer than usual, eyes narrowing slightly.
Then he stepped inside, looked around the room once, and asked quietly, “Has someone been in here, love?”
-LIA’S POV-
My face fell, the walls closing in on me.
“What?” I said, my voice full of guilt.
Zane watched me with a frown, eyes dropping to my chest, probably due to how hard I was breathing.
He didn’t say anything, and walked over to the window, glancing out.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat to no avail.
Zane turned to me again. “How long ago did he leave?”
I sucked in a breath, my cheeks flaming. “I… I’m sorry. It’s-it’s not what you think.”
I wanted to approach him, to throw my arms around him, but I was scared he would push me away. I would’t be able to take it if he did.
“Answer my question, please. How long ago? Was it when I told you I’d be coming in an hour?”
Tears pricked my vision. “Yes,” I whispered.
Zane’s jaw ticked, and he gave a slow nod. “Did he try to mask his scent?”