Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

BEATRICE

The question startled Beatrice. Tweedledick wanted to bribe her? What alternate universe had she found herself in, for him to resort to that? This was getting ridiculous.

“This would be between you and I. No one else would know, especially not Alpha Hendricks,” he continued. “What must I do for you to accept your role in the pack?”

Rarely was she at a loss for words. Beatrice’s mouth hung open for a least three seconds before she thought to snapped it shut.

This man had a set of balls on him, if he was willing to do this behind his Alphass‘ back. She’d bet good money Hendricks would go on some sort of wolf rampage if he found out this conversation was taking place. But… but it meant that, for the moment, Beatrice had someone on her side. Sort of. If she played her cards right, she might be able to make an opening for an escape. She had to be smart about it, though, and very, very careful.

Having already decided on her end game, it was time she figured out how to get there. Tweedledick – should she use his actual name if she wanted to lower his guard? – was going to get in so much trouble.

Beatrice had no intention of holding up her end of the bargain, regardless of what happened. There was no way in heaven or hell she would ever willingly be with Hendricks.

“What’s not on the table?” She asked.

“Leaving.”

“Figures,” she muttered, turning away from Benedict to stare into the open door of the bathroom. “Where’s my stuff?”

“Stuff?,” he echoed.

Beatrice waved her hand towards the walk–in closet. “My clothes are in there, sure, but what about the rest of my things? Where are they?”

“…is that all you want?”

“What? Fuck no. I just want to know where my stuff is. I don’t know what I want in exchange for,” she shuddered at what she had to say next “agreeing to

be with Hendricks. Is that a problem?”

Benedict hesitated for a moment. “…no, that’s not a problem…”

I’m not in the mood for all the Luna “Great. So take me to my stuff, please and thanks. Oh. And I do not want to see anyone on the way there or back bullshit and really don’t feel like being stared at by strangers. Also, if I catch so much as a glimpse of Fuckface McGee, I will tell him all about your plan to

bribe me into cooperating.”

“I really don’t think I need to ask, but who is Fuckface McGee?”

“The resident rapist,” Beatrice told him with the biggest fake smile she could muster.

She watched as the muscles in the werewolf’s neck grew taunt at the insult towards his Alpha, but he kept his thoughts to himself. The threat of outing his little plan to the big bad Alphass should keep him in line. For now.

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Chapter 23

MA

For a moment, Benedict’s eyes unfocused as he stared into space before snapping back. “Alright. I’ve arranged for everyone to avoid the route we will be taking

“…huh? How? You just stood there. Beatrice was confused how he could have arranged all that while spacing out.

Benedict rolled his eyes and tapped a finger against his head. “Packs share a mindlink. We can talk to one another whenever we want, without needing to speak. When your mate bond is complete, you’ll have one with Alpha Hendricks.”

Because the thing she wanted most in the world was sharing her thoughts with the man she dreamed about tossing into a volcano, after which she would roast some marshmallows to celebrate his demise. Yeah, no thanks. Hard pass. His salesmanship on the whole ‘be with my Alpha‘ thing was abysmal.

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