Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 16

Take Me Once; I’ll Bleed You Twice

Chapter 16

BEATRICE

A knock at the door woke Beatrice from a fitful sleep. It took her a few moments to remember where she was and how she’d gotten there. Sitting up, she couldn’t help but grimace, her stiff muscles protesting. No matter how many towels she could have used, her bed was still in a bathtub; waking without stiffness, or aches and pains, would have been a miracle.

The sandwiches she hadn’t eaten from the previous day were still there, Jooking sad and stale. It was surprising to find that no one had taken advantage of her being asleep to break in. Point to Hendricks for respecting her boundaries. She’d add it to the negative five bazillion he’d lost from everything else he’d done thus far.

“Luna Beatrice?” It was a woman’s voice that spoke and Beatrice stilled, wondering what to do. Was he hoping she’d let her guard down around another

woman?

Another polite knock sounded. “Luna Beatrice, I’ve brought you some breakfast. Bacon, eggs, sausage, waffles, and toast.”

Ugh. That sounded really good, and she was tempted to open the door, grab the food, and slam it in the other woman’s face. Beatrice had calmed down a bit from the previous day and took a moment to go over her options. Sleep had given her mind time to process everything and there was an inkling of an idea sneaking its way into her thoughts.

“What’s your name?” She asked, raising her voice a bit to be heard through the door.

“My name is Alise,” the woman replied, sounding far too happy about being asked a question.

Beatrice gave the mental bond connecting her to Hendricks a tentative poke. It was still securely clamped. There was a sense of frustration coming from it but nothing else was able to leak through. Hopefully that went both ways.

“Where’s the rapist?” She asked, slowly stepping out of the tub, more out of soreness than wanting to be careful.

“…p–pardon me?”

“Your Alpha,” she snapped, frustrated at the refusal to admit that what he’d done was considered a form of rape. “Where is he.”

There was five seconds of silence before a response came through the door. “Alpha Hendricks is having breakfast with the pack…” Alise’s tone made it

obvious she didn’t like the noun Beatrice had used to describe her Alpha. Too bad, since that’s what he was.

“Did he tell you what he did?” Beatrice pushed, slowly making her way towards the bathroom door.

“E–excuse me…?”

Frustrated and annoyed, Beatrice reached for the door knob and hesitated. Sequestering herself in Hendricks‘ bathroom wouldn’t get her anywhere. If she wanted things to change, now was the time to make a move — when he wasn’t around to push her boundaries. She threw open the door, glaring at the

woman who stood on the other side.

it was

Alise’s brown eyes were wide with surprise when the door opened without warning. She had long black hair, tied in a ponytail that fell down past her. shoulders. At first glance, the woman looked meek, shoulders rounding as if she wanted to make herself look smaller than she was, but Beatrice could tell she was physically fit. Even dressed like a maid – a simple black dress with short sleeves, skirt ending just above the knees, and black tights obvious she was just as muscled as the Tweedle–twins. That had to be a werewolf thing, right? Or had Hendricks thought send some buff women up to play.

meek maid would lower her guard?

3:18 pm

Chapter 16

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They were around the same age if werewolves aged like humans but Beatrice didn’t feel any kinship with this other woman. “Did he tell you what he id to me,” she asked again, tone hard as she fought to keep her anger in check. Taking her feelings out on someone who wasn’t even in the room when everything had happened wouldn’t get them anywhere. She had to be smart, had to stay calm. For now.

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