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The Mate Agreement 71: A FRENZIED CAR CHASE THE LEXIE WAY
The sun glares down at me; too bright for being in the dark for too long. There’s danger in the air, oxygen burning up my lungs. Every muscle in my body begs to jump into action.A gunshot!Adrenaline pumps in my veins. It feels like salvation. Everything is somehow sharper, stronger, faster. The crisp breeze blows through the tendrils of my chopped hair as I sprint out of the driveway, towards the parking lot, eyes searching for the car and for Lexie.I spot the faded blue 80’s Volkswagen Rabbit pickup just as Lexie honks at us. I don’t turn around to see the armed men giving chase. Neither does William. He flings open the door of the backseat, and slides inside, my mom still limply thrown over his shoulder.I follow suit; cramping myself into the front passenger seat next to Lexie, she throws the backpack on her lap to mine, and I push it into a heap at my feet and slam the door shut.“Go!” I yell, looking into the rear view mirror and seeing the armed men take aim on the vehicle, r
The Mate Agreement 72: UNLIKELY ALLIANCES
Lexie drives us to a field with an open stretch of land. It looks like the place had been commissioned for an industrial building, but the foundations were yet to be put in place. For what seems like stretch of miles in every direction, there are only industrial buildings and factories. We are a safe distance from Deveras civilization. William makes a phone call outside while Lexie and I stay in the car, the windows doing little to shield us from the pollution in the air.I move to the backseat and cradle my mom’s unconscious body. She’s breathing fine, but no amount of shaking or talking has woken her up yet. Most of her wounds are still fresh, unable to heal. Something must be impairing her fast healing abilities.My phone rings from the front seat.Lexie rummages through the dashboard compartment where she had stuffed most of the things I’d shaken out of her backpack, and hands me my ringing phone.“Thanks.” I say, collecting it from her, grateful not only for the massive help she
The Mate Agreement 73: COLD AS DEATH
“Doctor, is my mother okay?”The doctor, an elderly man with a balding hairline and a grim face full of lines and creases from smiling too much or focusing for so long, sighs. He glances over to Luke Ravenstone standing behind me, as if asking for permission to tell me what is going on with my own mother, and when he receives a perceptive nod from him, he looks back to me.“We’ve done our best to pump out most of the silver in her system…”“Silver in her system?!” I interrupt, stumbling back from the wave of dread and trepidation that hits me. Luke balances a hand on my back to keep me from falling.“Yes…” The doctor confirms, nodding slowly, allowing me to take it in. “We found silver traces in her blood, which is why she couldn’t heal the wounds. The good news is, we’ve gotten most of it out…” He huffs out a breath, and I hold mine, bracing myself for the bad news coming. “But she’s yet to regain her consciousness, and we can’t really say when she’ll…”So my mom is in a coma.“Pleas
The Mate Agreement 74: DEADLY RIGHT HOOK
It’s almost like swimming; just like swimming.I’m swimming in dreams; I try to grab at the portals and gateways to other worlds, other realities, but it’s like trying to catch a specific droplet of water in a cold, deep swimming pool. Reality fills my lungs like chlorine.My eyes flutter open.Above me is a chandelier; unfamiliar, golden, it’s bulbs gleaming like stars. I have never seen that chandelier before. Not once in my entire life. I’m sunk in a sea of soft white sheets, and I cant quite feel my hands because they’re buried so deep beneath the softness.And then a man’s face looms into view above me, blocking the chandelier.I scream, shooting out of bed; electrified, my right fist tightening, my arm swinging the punch carelessly out of my panic. But it makes blunt contact with the guy’s jaw and pain spreads like molten lava over my knuckles.“God of chaos!” The guy swears, reeling back as he cradles his jaw, working it like it might've been hanging off the hinges. He chuckles
The Mate Agreement 75: TWO BUTTERFLIES
The Ravenstone’s home is not just a pack house. It’s not even a simple pack mansion. It’s a freaking pack estate. And Mila Ravenstone takes no liberties in wowing us on the tour. Whenever Wilma and I become convinced there is no cooler building than the last, the next one turns out to be even better.We start the tour from the private quarters; reserved for the alpha and beta’s family, where Wilma and I were being hosted, and moved to a movie theater, the hospital building, a freaking general store, a swimming pool that’s open to all pack members, a massive parking lot with at least more than forty flashy cars, a restaurant that even serves Italian dishes, a sports arena with all kinds of sports equipment and even a kindergarten.“It’s practically a town.” Wilma says, impressed, and I can only speechlessly nod, my mouth ajar like an idiot.We had to drive a golf cart around just for the sake of easier navigation. Now, Mila restarts the engine, having finished showing us the kindergart
The Mate Agreement 76: SELFISH LOYALTIES
I blink.In a flash, Ethan has the hooded figure pinned to the wall, arms twisted behind their back in an angle that looks painful. “What the fuck?!” The hood falls away, revealing black hair held up in a high ponytail, and Alexia Haufmann’s face contorted in pain.My eyes widen. “Lexie?”“You’re gonna break my fucking arm!” She yells.“Ethan, let her go.” I order quickly.Ethan glances at me hesitantly, then lets her go, stepping back.She glares at him, wincing. “The fuck, man?”“What the hell were you doing?” I demand of her.“Braiding her hair, what else would I be doing?”I look over at mom and sure enough, her hair has carefully been parted in two, and there’s an unfinished braid on one side.A breath of relief leaves me. “I thought…”“You thought what?” Lexie prods, looking at me with hurt.I shake my head. “Nevermind.”It was ridiculous of me to even think that. We’re safe here. And I can trust Alexia. Right? I steal another glance at her; the brown rope of her shark tooth nec
The Mate Agreement 77: CLASHING AESTHETICS
I try on more dresses than I care to count.I thought prom dress shopping with Wilma and Bibah was torture? Mila’s idea of a makeover is basically hell. Two maids have been fussing over my hair for an hour now, trying to shape my red tendrils into a hairstyle that suited Mila’s taste. I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten heat damage from the amount of times a curling iron has passed through my hair. My lungs feel like they’re congested with hairspray.Mila holds up a sparkly blue dress with a corset bodice. “Perfect.” She mutters to herself, beaming, pleased.It’s not my color, but I’m not about to argue right now. I’ll willingly wear a potato sack of her choice if it means she’ll stop making me try on more dresses. It’s more workout than I’ve had since fighting Lucien and his men.A stray curl falls over my eyes, and I huff it away with a breath.It falls right back.I sigh, resigned.It would be rude and discourteous to decline the invitation to the pack dinner, and that’s the only reason ke
The Mate Agreement 78: IN THE COMPANY OF WOLVES
“Uh, sorry to interrupt your display of authority, oh mighty one-eyed alpha, but you see that look on my sister’s face? It means she’s either gonna throw a mean comment or her fists.”Luke Ravenstone raises a singular, dark, military straight eyebrow. His gaze travels to my fists, and sure enough, he finds them clenched. A mild threat, although I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in the world this man can feel threatened about. His eye darts behind me, straight to Wilma, still snuggled in the bed.“She doesn’t like being told what to do.” My sister adds, and I almost crack a smile.Luke tugs at the glove on his right hand; the only tell-tale sign of discomfort I can decipher from him. “And I don’t like being disobeyed.” He counters, his frown deepening although I can tell that his annoyance is being replaced by something else; curiosity.Maybe even amusement.“Ha! You should tell that to your tie.” Wilma says, and from my peripheral vision, I see her point to it. “It’s crooked.”It’s not.
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