All Chapters of My Mate; My bully: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jack monopolized their dinner with small talk that made Demetria want to vomit. She wouldn't lie and say the food was terrible, because it wasn't, but knowing who prepared it was enough to churn her stomach. She had no idea what he had planned to get his pendant back.How would he get back to the pack house, light…years away, without bringing her along? At that moment, it was her only source of hope on escaping. Then it hit her."Where is your bird?" she asked, remembering he brought it with him before. It sat perched on his shoulder like a stupid parrot.Jack glanced up from his plate, over the rim of a wine glass, and smiled. "Around. She does my bidding. Her name is Libby," he said, swishing his wine around. "Are you sure you don't want a glass of this? I'm told it's good for the soul."She clamped down on a bite off her fork, and slipped it from her mouth, taking careful bites of her pasta. At least he was feeding her, but she knew he needed her in good shape to take her life.It

Demetria hardly slept a wink the night before. That overwhelming feeling of being watched haunted her well into the night. She knew exactly when Jack woke, and began to move around the house because she was awake when morning came.Pulling the covers back, she rubbed her fists against her eyes, and walked over toward the door, finding it unlocked. The smell of coffee and breakfast wafted up the stairs, and actually made her stomach growl.Maybe she should indulge in Jack’s meals, and try to reach out to him. It would make it easier to get away when the time came, if he trusted her. If being the operative word.She backtracked into her room, finding an outfit, jeans and a t-shirt sitting on the edge of her bed. She changed into it, and pulled her hair into a half ponytail before making her way downstairs.Jack stood in the kitchen, wearing more modern clothes than the day before, humming to himself while flipping bacon in a skillet. "You know air fryers make those perfectly," Demetria

Jack maneuvered his way throughout the building, while Ivory stared at Demetria from head to toe. She matched her glare, daring her to step out of line, not that she could do anything about it since she couldn't use her powers, but she wasn't above swinging on another witch.Ivory made a slow circle around Demetria eyeing her clothes that Jack had put her in that morning, and back up to her unbrushed hair. It seemed Ike's bathroom lacked a hair dryer or straightener."So your mother decided to have two of you," Demetria blurted out.Jack chuckled from across the room, while Ivory stared death glares at her. "Well, since we came at the same time, it was too late to take one of us back," Ivory said.Twins. How nice. The world thought there should be two of them."Now that I look at you two more carefully, I can see the same sinister twinkle in your eye."Ivory walked toward Jack. "I don't like this one. Let's hurry and get this pendant back so you can kill her."Demetria ignored her thr

The streets of the town looked eerie. Abnormal came to mind. Something felt so off about the place, but Demetria couldn't put her finger on it. The air seemed light and iridescent, and the other townspeople never spoke.They looked, but only for a few moments. Maybe they feared Jack or Ivory? Maybe they were under some kind of spell. She didn't know, but it didn't sit right with her. It made her feel as if they'd landed in a different universe. A different realm.Demetria didn't even know if that was possible. She wondered if Jane could figure out they held Jack’s power in their hands with that stupid pendant. Or find someone that could figure it out.His powers were normal-pathetic-without dark magic. If Demetria could find a way to tell them. It most likely wouldn't be easy to destroy it, but they could keep the pendant close, away from his grasp. Ike was normal, but not stupid, in fact, he was smart enough to live for decades. There had to be a way ...Demetria followed Jack and

Jack and Ivory strolled several feet in front of Demetria out of the village and toward a field full of wildflowers and knee-high weeds.She felt Dom walking-more like stalking-behind her. She tried to focus on his heavy footsteps to calm her growing heartbeat, but tears still pulled at the corners of her eyes. She was tempted to turn and beg him for help, but she didn't know if the evil twins could hear. A breeze blew against her skin, and she inhaled deeply, sending up a prayer that the hellhounds wouldn't tear apart Kerry's pack and kill the only family she had left.Demetria stopped when Jack turned to look at Dom once they made it to the field? "Is this good?"Dom didn't answer but gave him a quick nod. He walked toward a random spot on the ground, bent down, and began pulling things out of his satchel. The growing wild tossed her blond hair around her face, causing goosebumps to form on her skin.The woods around them looked haunted, with billowy trees and a feeling of being wat