Filed To Story: Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas Book PDF Free by Jamersy
He stared at me a moment, his jaw clenched.
Then his eyes turned green again, and I allowed myself to relax a bit.
My heart continued to thunder wildly in my chest.
“Sit down,” he ordered, gesturing to the edge of the bed with his eyes.
I carefully stepped forward, and obliged, sitting down beside the tray of food.
Blake returned to his spot on the bed, crossing his arms as he watched me. “Start.”
My jaw clenched.
I wasn’t his stupid dog.
But I was hungry. Very hungry. I had to keep my strength.
I picked up the tray and placed it in my lap, staring down at the food. It smelled delicious. There was steak, with sauteed vegetables and mashed potatoes. A meal I hadn’t had in years.
“It’s not poisoned,” Blake commented. “If you’d like, I can taste test it for you.”
I didn’t look at him.
“Is it roofied, though?” I asked softly. “I know you’re not gonna kill me. But you could do what you did to Lia. So if that’s the only reason you want me to eat, I’d rather you bonk me in the head and do it.”
“It’s regular food, Caitlyn,” he replied. “Better than regular. My pack’s chef is amazing.”
I rolled my eyes.
Privileged ass.
He probably grew up eating meals like this every day. With servants bringing him everything he wanted on silver platters. He was an Alpha, after all. They had everything they ever wanted. Because they were robbers. Of money, of homes, of people and even of happiness.
Cutting through the steak, I placed a piece in my mouth, and had to clench my jaw to prevent myself from making a sound.
God.
That was delicious.
It definitely felt like he was trying to win me over with food. Distract me through my taste buds.
Blake frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked, scooting closer to me. “Your heart is racing.”
I shuffled away from him, silently chewing the bite as the flavours danced on my tongue. I didn’t offer him a response because he didn’t deserve one. And I didn’t want to waste time talking. I had to eat.
I took the next bite, and then the next, and thankfully, Blake did not speak to me again.
He simply sat there staring, watching my every move as I finished my meal. His gaze was intense, like he was memorising how I chewed or breathed. It made my skin crawl, but I forced myself to ignore it. If I looked up, I would lose my nerve. And I wanted to enjoy this meal.
After all, it could be my last.
When there were only a couple of bites left, I reminded myself of what I had to do. Waiting until the last bite could ruin the chance. The chance I wouldn’t have again in God knew how long.
My hands twitched as I cut the steak, fingers tightening on the knife handle every few seconds. It was clearly sharp, if the ease with which I could cut the meat was any proof.
I kept my breath steady, calculating the angle, the reach. One good shot-one second of distraction, and I’d be out. At least out of this room. The rest, I could figure out later. But for now, just getting out of this wall-less room was necessary. I was going to suffocate in here.
In a swift move, I whipped my hand across, the steak knife clutched between my fingers, slashing his neck.
Blake growled as blood sprayed from his throat, and without wasting a second, I bolted towards the door.
But I guess I got too excited seeing the steak and the knife.
I didn’t realise the door could be automatically locked after he stepped in.
And that was exactly what happened.
-WARNER’S POV-
In spite of how terribly our last gathering at one ended, something still felt sacred about burger joints.
The cracked red booths. The sticky tables. The smell of fries clinging to your clothes for hours.
I hated to admit it, but I’d missed this.
It felt like the first normal day in forever.
“Window booth,” Aaron said, dragging Sheila towards it before anyone else could react.
“Hey!” Ajax protested, but didn’t argue further when Christy slid in beside them, already pulling out her phone.
“Wow, I’m still traumatised by this place,” she muttered, looking around. “Nathan, come on.”
Nathan lingered near the door, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. The guy had barely said a word since we picked him up. His eyes kept drifting to Zane, warily.
It probably had something to do with what he’d seen at prom.
It was a wonder he hadn’t brought it up again. Or maybe he had, and Christy shut him down. She could be very persuasive when she wanted to.
Zane strolled in last, Lia on his arm, both of them looking like they walked out of a slow-motion scene in a drama. Casual, cool, and perfectly in sync.
They joined us at the booth across from me, Zane sitting on the end with Lia tucked into his side like she lived there. Nathan hesitated, then slid in at the corner of our booth, as far from Zane as he could.
We ordered sodas and a pile of fries while everyone scanned the menu.
Zane flipped through his. “I think I’ll get the chili melt.”
Lia barely looked up. “No, don’t get that. Get the mushroom. Go easy on your stomach for now.”
Zane didn’t blink. He didn’t argue or grumble. “Alright,” he said, folding the menu.
I frowned.
Zane didn’t like mushrooms. Maybe Lia didn’t know. But Zane definitely did.
“Mushroom?” I said, raising a brow. “You haven’t touched anything with those since fifth grade.”
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Lia looked up now, frowning at Zane.
“You haven’t?”
He stared at her, like he couldn’t understand what she was saying. Like he was lost.
“Zane,” she said softly, taking his hand. “Are you okay?”
The concern in her voice was too serious.
Sheila, Aaron and Ajax glanced at them now.
Nathan and Christy were still arguing over what to order.
“Yes,” Zane said. “Sorry, what did you ask?”
“Do you not like mushrooms?”
“Ew, no,” he replied, scrunching up his nose.
“So tell me,” she muttered, frowning. “You were about to order it because I asked. Dumbass.”
She went back to the menu, shaking her head, but Zane continued to look confused.
Then he shrugged. “I probably didn’t hear you. I’ll get the double cheese stack.”
Lia smiled, then told him she wanted chicken wings.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling in my chest.
Something about this exchange had felt odd.
“You good?” Ajax asked, nudging me under the table.
I glanced at him, then gave a nod.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Just trying to process this PDA around me.”