Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 86

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.”

a fated mate’s

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Take Me Once, I’ll Bleed You Twice

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.

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