Chapter 86.
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The gladly wanted to tell them the saying was ‘skin a cat’ but, honestly, she preferred this new version. It was worth remembering.
“I will take their lives if they attempt to harm you, gréine,” Riaghaire assured her in a light tone, as though they were discussing what to have for lunch
“And I appreciate that,” she replied with a small laugh. “But that won’t force Fuckface McGee to reject me.”
“I will simply take his life as well, thus breaking the bond through death.”
“You may wish to refrain from killing her mate until the bond is willingly broken,” Gamal informed them. “The backlash from a mate death is not to be taken lightly. Few survive. Rejection, however, has a high survival rate, especially among those who initiate.”
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hapter 87
“Well this has been a terrible talk, Beatrice muttered as she sat back and tried not to let herself fall into despair. Something told her that Gaml was trying to nudge them towards an answer but she wished they’d just come out and say it, instead of dropping hints like a lunatic with a grenade launcher. The backlash from the explosions – the new information she’d been given – was making her already throbbing bead even worse.
She needed a drink. Or some really good pain meds. If mixing the two wasn’t questionable behaviour she’d gladly do both, but Claire was a stickler for following warning labels.
Party pooper.
“You’re saying we shouldn’t kill Fuckface because it might also kill me. If that’s the case, why should we worry about the people above an Alpha killing me? They wouldn’t put their precious Alphass’ life in danger by doing that, right?”
“Or, perhaps, the fact that you are human makes you more vulnerable to the backlash,” Gaml pointed out. “And that, since your contribution to the mate bond is only as an equal in disposition, not power, an Alpha would easily survive your death. The backlash from losing an Alpha mate, however, is not something to be taken lightly, especially as a human.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Seriously?” Beatrice was over being human. She would like to put in for a change of species, if you would be so kind. Something less squishy. Something with more oomph. Like a dragon. Then she could torch the Bluemoon pack house to the ground along with the entire pack, please and thank you.
“Don’t worry, Bea. We’ll figure something out,” Claire assured her friend as she placed the ice pack on floor. “You’re not in this alone. I’ll do what I can to help you out. And… Riaghaire won’t let them get anywhere near you.”
Beatrice glanced at the vampire, who gave her a subtle nod, acknowledging that Claire spoke the truth in that regard. “I know you’re both on my side, but it doesn’t stop this from being… what it is.”
Claire looked over at their boss. “Is there anything else you can tell us? Anything at all?”
Why did she make it sound like there were things Gaml wasn’t allowed to say? They weren’t exactly a pushover, so what could be stopping them from just
telling Beatrice everything she wanted to know? Were Others usually this tight lipped? Because it was turning into a recurring theme and she was really
starting to hate knowing they were purposefully keeping valuable information hidden away.
“I have said what needed to be said. It is all I am able to offer, as an apology for the events of this night.”
“You’re… why are you sorry?,” Beatrice frowned.
“This is my land. All that occurs upon it, both good and bad, is mine to bear. That you were made to fear for you safety whilst under my protection is not so easily dismissed. I am guilty of failing my duty.”
Beatrice started at them for a moment. “But you literally threw them out and banned them from coming back What else were you suppose to do, stop them from stepping foot inside? You didn’t know they were going to cause problems, especially if they’d never done anything like this before. Their actions aren?
yours to… you can’t blame yourself for the actions of others. Especially when they’re idiots”
A slow smile spread over Gaml’s face. “Is that so?”
“Yep. That is so.”
“I will keep that in mind. But, for now, I believe Gregory already informed you that you’re to clean all the floors until they are shiny? Preferably before you
leave for the day.”
7:54 am P
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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