Filed To Story: Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas Book PDF Free by Jamersy
Christy stepped back, eyes widening.
“Lia,” she said quietly, staring. “Your eyes…”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“They glowed. Purple. Just for a second.”
-LIA’S POV-
I felt the blood drain from my face. “Oh my God. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-I wasn’t-“
She raised her hands. “It’s okay. I’m not scared. Just… surprised. That was new.”
I covered my face with my hands. “This is what I mean. Things are happening to me and no one’s telling me anything. Zane is hiding something, and now I’m glowing purple in broad daylight.”
Christy reached for my arm. “I’m sorry, I’m so stupid. I kept talking about my boyfriend when you’re going through stuff like this. Talk to Zane. He’ll tell you the truth. He loves you.”
“It’s not your fault, you didn’t know,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dismiss you about Nathan.”
“It’s okay. I’m fine. But something’s up with you, defo. Please, talk to Zane.”
I nodded slowly, lowering my hands. “Yeah. You’re right.”
She smiled. “And hey, next time you glow, maybe try to aim it at Ajax. Just for fun.”
I managed a weak laugh and walked off.
I found Zane by his locker, alone. He looked up the second he sensed me.
“Hey,” he said, smiling like nothing was wrong. Like everything was still perfect.
“We need to talk.” I said.
His expression didn’t change, but something behind his eyes flickered.
“Here?”
“No. Somewhere private.”
He hesitated, then nodded. “Come with me.”
We walked the hallway in silence until he stopped near the door to the janitor’s closet.
He pulled me inside and closed the door behind us.
“Alright,” he said. “What’s going on?”
I crossed my arms. “You tell me. What are you hiding from me?”
Zane leaned against the shelf. “Nothing.” His heart skipped a beat.
I narrowed my eyes. “Zane. Please. You’re all acting like I’m not. part of the group. I can feel something is wrong. And your heart just missed a beat when you said ‘nothing’. Don’t lie to me.”
Zane smiled, still looking relaxed. “My heart always skips a beat when you’re close.”
“Zane,” I cried, “this isn’t the time to be cheesy.”
“Alright,” he chuckled, standing straighter. “What’s the problem?”
“The Hounds aren’t speaking to me! I got mad at Christy and my eyes did the thing again. She saw it.”
He exhaled slowly, taking my shoulders. “My love… it’s nothing. to be afraid of. You’re just growing. Your power’s growing.”
“And you’re not telling me something. I can feel it. You’re all on edge. Even Warner.”
He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You scared them, Lia. Just a little.”
I blinked. “What?”
“They saw what you did. You defeated me. It was… unexpected.”
I blinked.
“And you? Are you scared of me too? I-I thought everyone would be happy.”
“They are,” he promised, leaning closer. “And I could never be scared of you, love. You’re my life.”
“Zane-“
His lips brushed mine before I could say anything else. Slow, soft, like he was trying to ground me. Like he was tired of talking.
Or maybe he was trying to distract me.
It worked perfectly.
I melted into him. My arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed me gently against the wall. Our mouths moved in sync, slow at first, then more urgent.
His hands slipped under my hoodie, tracing the edge of my waist.
I gasped, breaking the kiss. “We’re in a janitor’s closet.”
“I know. Romantic, isn’t it?”
I rolled my eyes, but I was still smiling.
For a second, the worry faded. The questions, the doubts, the violet flashes-they all disappeared.
It was just us again. Just Zane and me.
His forehead rested against mine. “You’re okay, Lia. Whatever’s happening, we’ll figure it out. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Promise?”
“Always.”
-ZANE’S POV-
The drive was long and boring, but at least it kept Warner quiet. He hadn’t said much since we left. Just sat there with his arms crossed, staring out the window like he’d rather be anywhere else.
Honestly? Same,
“We need to be more careful,” I said, eyes still on the road.
He didn’t look at me. “About what?”
“Lia. She knows something’s up.”
That got his attention. “What did you tell her?”
“Nothing. But she’s not stupid. She can feel it. You, Aaron, Sheila, everyone’s acting weird. Even I slipped a little. She called me out.”
Warner groaned, rubbing his face. “Great.”
“You think she won’t notice when people who used to joke with her now treat her like she’s radioactive?”
“We’re trying not to act different,” he muttered. “It’s just hard when someone you’ve trained with your whole life suddenly listens to a girl like she’s Alpha.”
I shot him a look. “I get that, but she’s not just any girl. She’s your Luna.”
Warner didn’t respond. Just stared at me, and then returned his eyes to the road.
A few more turns, and we reached the edge of town. Trees thinned out, giving way to an open stretch of land. And right at the far end, tucked between some crooked trees, was a small cottage.
It looked old. Worn-down wood, vines on the roof, paint peeling off the shutters. Smoke puffed from the crooked chimney, and there were weird glass jars hanging from the porch ceiling.
“Cute,” Warner muttered. “Bet it smells like wet cat inside.”
We got out of the car. The wind was cold, but the place smelled like herbs and dust. And maybe, yeah, wet cat.
“You sure this is the place?” I asked.
He nodded once. “Unfortunately.”
We walked up to the front porch. The wooden steps creaked under our boots. I looked at him.