Filed To Story: Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas Book PDF Free by Jamersy
He laughed. “What? What’s wrong with that?”
“How could you take such ugly photos of me?”
“Ugly?” he said, sounding offended. “Speak for yourself. That is my mate and she is a sight to behold. Even with her mouth open and drooling as she sleeps.”
“You’re unbelievable,” I muttered. “And I wasn’t drooling.”
“You sure were. Probably dreaming about our kiss. I wiped it away with my own fingers, love.”
“Yeah, and I should believe any word that leaves your mouth.”
“There is another gift for you in the washroom. But you don’t believe me so you won’t check.”
I instantly did just that.
My mouth fell open.
“Where did you even get it?” I asked, stepping closer to the dress. It was identical to the one I wore last night, which was tattered and slashed now.
“Magic, “Zane replied. “I thought you’d need one so you don’t have to explain its condition or absence to your mom.”
I could not believe how thoughtful he was.
Zane Adams, of all people.
God. This felt like an elaborate dream. The kind I now didn’t want to wake up from.
“I don’t know what to say, Zane. You’re… amazing.”
Zane chuckled. “Thank you. Not more than you, though.”
“I’m just a girl.”
“No, you’re my girl.”
I smiled, but narrowed my eyes. “Oh, so we’ve established that without even asking me for confirmation?”
“Maybe, “he replied cheekily.
“Idiot.”
“Only for you.”
I laughed again. “Stop already.”
“Stop what, my love?”
“Flirting. Quit it, Zane.”
“Why?”he teased. “Is it making your bookish, nerdy little heart melt?”
My eyes widened.
“Oh my God. Books.”
“What?”
“Zane, I had a test today.”
“Yes, Lia. I did too. And I sat for it.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked incredulously. “Even Mom didn’t.”
“Yeah… remember how your mom thought Blake has your phone?”
I frowned. “Yes?”
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“I may or may not have texted her, pretending to be him. I told her not to disturb you as the test and the class is cancelled. The teacher was so sick, he couldn’t get off the bed. Poor soul.”
“Zane, why?” I sighed, sitting down on the bed.
“Because, Lia, you were attacked by a werewolf last night. You almost died. So you’re safer at home, and you’ll recover faster if you rest.”
“Zane,” I said tiredly. “These things are-“
“Important to you, I know. Which is why I also submitted a letter of excuse from your Mom to Mr. Watson. There is a guy in my pack who is really good at forging signatures.”
I blinked, dumfounded.
“Mr. Watson said you can take the test when you feel better, because I took the liberty of adding your medical prescription as well for proof. Stamped by Dr. Emerald Will.
I held my head. “I cannot even count how many of those things. you did are illegal and would end you up in jail.”
“Mhm? And can you count how many seconds it would take me to break down the bars of my cell and escape?”
“No words, Zane. I have no words.”
“I make you speechless, don’t I?”
“It’s not in a good way,” I muttered.
“I’d like to disagree.”
I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me.
“Anyway, can we go back to talking about how nice I am?”
“No, we can’t. You made my head hurt.”
“Wait, seriously? Are you okay?” he asked with concern.
I let out a fake cry. “No. I’m fine.”
“Okay, good. Now go get something to eat. You need it.”
“Alright,” I replied. “Bye bye.”
“Good bye, love.”
I hung up on the phone, and stood up, making my way to the washroom. Before I went downstairs, I had to check out how my wound was doing. It felt odd because it didn’t hurt much.
I took off my shirt, surprised when even that movement barely caused any ache. I turned to the side, frowning at the mirror as I took the bandage off.
To my surprise, there was only scratches left. The deep gashes from last night were almost completely gone.
My mouth fell open, and I traced my fingers over them to ensure I was seeing clearly.
How was that possible? How could it heal so quickly? Did Emerald have some sort of a magic salve or something?
I immediately left the washroom and grabbed my phone again, calling Zane.
“Miss me already?”
“No, Zane. I just noticed something weird.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked at once.
“My wound, it’s…”
“It’s what? Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes. It’s-it’s healed. There’s only scratches left.”
There was silence on the other end.
“Does Emerald have a magic salve or something?” I asked.
“No, there’s no magic salve. Uh, it’s probably because of my blood, “he said.
“Your blood?”
“She gave you my blood last night, to save your life. Werewolf blood has healing properties, especially if it’s from your mate. So your miraculous healing is probably because of that.”
“Oh,” I whispered, impressed. “That’s cool.”