Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 143

Take Me Onee, Bleed You Twice

hapter 143

BEATRICE

“How do you know that name?” Elder Ashcliff demanded, suddenly on his feet.

“Actually, I think I’ll save my last three questions until my execution,” Beatrice told them holding back a laugh.

“No. You will answer me,” Ashcliff roared. “How do you know that name?”

Ignoring the pompous ass‘ outburst, Beatrice half turned in her chair to look back at Tweedledick. “I’m done here. They made their decision and I have nothing else to say. Take me back to my room.”

Tweedledick glanced at his Alpha, who was giving her a weird look. Yeah, she’d pulled out her trump card – one she hadn’t even realized she’d had – and played it without knowing what would come of it. So far, the fallout was looking rather beautiful. The Elders were confused one of whom absolutely irate that she was ignoring his demands – and the two Bluemoon pack wolves were no different.

“How do you know that name?” Alphass Hendricks asked, voice soft, as if he couldn’t believe what had come out of her mouth. “Where did you…?”

Beatrice ignored him as well, choosing to continue staring at the Beta. “As I said, I’ve nothing else to say. If they try and force it, you know how I get.”

A grimace plastered itself onto Tweedledick’s face and his Alpha let out a sigh. “She isn’t going to answer you,” Hendricks told the Elders, raising his voice to be heard. “I know better than anyone that if you attempt to force her to do anything she doesn’t want, you’ll only live to regret it. If she doesn’t want to

answer… she won’t.”

“I’ll force it out of her,” Ashcliff growled as he stalked over and jerked her chair away from the table, turning it so she was forced to face him. He grabbed her chin, tilting her head back so their eyes met. His eyes were a brilliant gold, almost glowing, and full of raw anger. “I order you to tell me how you know

that name.”

Beatrice felt herself compelled to answer but pursed her lips instead. She wasn’t some little girl who did what anyone asked. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him in response. It wasn’t long before her eyes began to water from the staring contest she’d found herself participating in.

Really. A staring contest. She was almost thirty years old and in a staring contest with a man who was probably… what age did Alise say some of the Elders were? A hundred and fifty? Two hundred? The guy was really, really old. And they were in a staring contest like a couple of five year olds.

They stared at one another for far too long before Elder Bluemoon intervened. “It seenis Alpha Hendricks was correct; she won’t answer waless she wants

to.”

Elder Ashcliff scoffed, “Lock her in a cell until her execution. A few hours down there should change her tune.”

Did he not know that her first experience with the Bluemoon pack was spent locked away in the dungeon? It hadn’t changed her tune then and wouldn’t now – unless they counted sassiness. If that was his end goal, he was definitely going to be happy with the results.

Tweedledick gripped Beatrice’s arm and pulled her from the room. He forced her to stumble behind him for a second time as he power walked down the hall. “Slow down, would you,” she coinplained, earning herself a backwards glance.

“You really fucked up this time,” she heard him mutter.

“Are you saying that because of the whole execution thing?”

He came to a sudden stop, half turning to glare at her. “Ya think?”

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Chapter 143.

Abay, fair. She was upset about that, too, bat the reality of it hadn’t hit just yet. It was best to get everything she wanted to say out of the way before the wild game crashing down around her, which was why she’d been pushing back so much. Gotta get her shots in while she could.

“Why aren’t you more upset?,” he demanded.

Beatrice let out an exasperated sigh. “I am upset, dumbass I just deal with it differently. You do realize that in the last few weeks I’ve been kidnapped, drugged, locked up, almost forced into á mate–thing I wanted nothing to do with, escaped, watched someone protect me by tearing people apart, met a Master vampire who wanted me dead, got mesmered, kidnapped again, locked up a second time, and am now sentenced to death? If I freaked out every time something happened I’d have gone insane a while ago.”

The Beta wolf pursed his lips in response. Yeah, that’s right. Can’t really fight the truth, can you?

He turned around and started walking again, dragging her along though not as rough as before.

A few minutes later, Beatrice was locked in the same cell as her first time at the Bluemoon pack house. Nothing had changed – not that she’d expected them to redecorate the place.

Tweed/edick stood on the other side of the bars, watching as she strolled to the back of the cell and sat on the floor. “I don’t understand you,” he finally admitted after a minute of silence.

“Same,” she replied, leaning her back against the wall. “None of you make sense to me.”

He frowned and took a step to leave but stopped. “For what it’s worth… Even though I don’t particularly like you, I do have some respect for you.”

A snort came from Beatrice. Where had that come from? And what had she ever done to earn his respect? “See? You’re making no sense at all.”

For a long moment he said nothing, then let out a sigh. “You refuse to back down. You… don’t bend. You don’t break. Your… For a human, your strength of will is as strong as any Alpha. Maybe more. If you’d been born a wolf, I don’t think you’d find anyone more dominant. You stared down Elder Ashcliff, who’s said to be one of the most dominant wolves on the Council. You’re a force, Beatrice.”

“Ha. Even if I am, it doesn’t help me at all. I can’t do shit against any of you,” she pointed out, trying to sound casual to hide how surprised and oddly pleased she was at hearing him say something so… nice? After locking him in Riaghaire’s old cell and all the sass she’d thrown his way, the fact he respected her at all was hard to believe. “By the way. Why didn’t the Elders bring up how I freed Riaghaire? You’d think they’d want to punish me for that,

too.”

“It’d be a waste of time to add more charges. Why bother when they’ve already decided to execute you anyway?”

Beatrice frowned, eyes flicking to the empty cell behind Tweedledick. The door had been removed and left on the floor inside, which told the story of how they’d freed the two wolves the vampire had locked up. It pained her a little to remember how Riaghaire had spent so long confined in that space and how he wasn’t there to keep her company this time. “You make it sound like they’d already decided to execute me, since they didn’t mention him at all.”

Another beat of silence and she glanced over at the wolf, who had a complicated look on his face. It was an expression somewhere between a frown, confusion, and surprise. What was going through his mind for his face to look like that?

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