Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 193

Read Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee Chapter 193 – The Nightmares Of Truth

Maynard‘s POV:

Christina and I had fallen asleep after we finished talking. She slept on my chest, making me feel comfortable.  I woke up to hearing some noises in the distance. It didn‘t really make sense because the voices sounded way too familiar. I gently pushed her to the side to get up on my feet and look afar.

“What are you doing?” there was a young boy, probably my age, crawling back and looking frightened for his life.

“I am finishing the competition.” The other voice compelled me to lower my face and cover my ears in panic.

“You cannot hurt me. We are brothers.” it was then I raised my face and watched my brother Geralt beg me to spare his life.

I was the owner of the other voice and the person holding a gun in my hands.

“I have to end it all today. Remember when my mother asked me what I want to be? I want to be the Alpha of the pack.‘ The 17–year–old me looked into the eyes of his brother as the gun was shot.

“No!” my mouth went dry when I watched myself kill my brother. How the heck was I reliving that night again?

“I didn‘t do anything,” I began to take steps back, looking for a place to hide when I felt a hand shaking me awake.

“Maynard! Wake up,” Christina had my face in her hands as she dragged me out of that nightmare. The nightmare that I was the reason for.

“Is he okay?” Willow asked when her eyes landed on me. I was shocked at the nightmare, but the sight bewildered me more. It was Enya, Christina, and Willow in one sight.

“I am fi–ne,” I responded rudely.

“We need to leave,” Enya stated without looking my way. She seemed to have found a way to get to us, but that didn‘t divert my attention from her bloody nose and ears. She looked like a mess.

“Are you okay?” I inquired and she unheard me.

“We cannot stay here for too long. I cannot assist you guys —,” she stopped when her body felt weak.

“Oh Goodness!” Christina supported her body but when I tried reaching to help her, Enya stopped me in my tracks.

“I am fine,” she muttered.

I know she hates me, and I wish it remains like that. It is much easier this way.

“You cannot leave,” it was then we heard a loud voice mocking us.

“You have to help me,” the other voice resembled Willow‘s voice, who was right in front of us.

“What is this creature?” I asked in confusion. How are we going to fight something if it doesn‘t even exist?

A strong wind blew toward us, and the corn stalk moved as if something was approaching us. We were all confused, and the two girls were frightened. Enya, however, jumped in front of us and raised her hand in the motion‘s direction.