Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 337

“It is going to be fine,” I whispered to Christina, who was sitting in the police station and shaking her legs nervously. Af ter everything happened in the cabin, we called the cops and told them the fake story we had made up.

“Okay, you are good to go. Your alpha mate has explained everything to us.” The cop let us go because Maynard took care of everything. Christina was finally able to relax. But little did she know there was more coming her way, as Maynard was still planning to tell her the truth about her uncle and fa ther.

We all met up outside the station and returned to the academy in one car. Maynard sat in the backseat with Christi na this time while I was the one driving and Lazlo was in the passenger seat. He hadn’t spoken much after everything. I bet he was still thinking about our conversation.

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The moment we returned to the room, we saw Thiago and Moana in the room. Thiago was, as usual, busy on his phone while Moana was hovering around him like a bee.

“I heard what happened.” Thiago got out of bed to check up on Christina. “You okay?” he confirmed, and she faintly nodded to him.

“Girl! That is so crazy. It is like we were just talking about you killing your brother and then, bam! Another thing hap pened,” Moana, being inconsiderate of anyone’s feelings, pissed off. Maynard with her statement.

“Can you shut up?” Maynard didn’t hold back this time. He kept holding Christina in his arms when yelling at her. Moana frowned at him before she shrugged her shoulders and wore a blue jacket over a white top and blue shorts. She seemed ready to head out.

“I am leaving. If anybody wants to join me for a club, you are welcome.” She waited at the door and when nobody re sponded to her, she headed out. She pretended like she didn’t even know Walsh. Maybe she didn’t. I mean, she didn’t look too intelligent to even plan anything.

Now that she was gone, Christina rushed into the bath room to take a shower. I don’t blame her; she must be feeling guilty. .

“Why was he in the cabin? Why did he go after Christina?” Thiago didn’t waste a single minute before he started ques tioning us.

“We abducted him,” Lazlo whispered, as he was the only one who was still pretty alive. I was just worried about Thiago.

“What?” Thiago almost yelled at us, but then lowered his voice after realizing Christina might hear us and get triggered.

“It’s a long story,” Lazlo tried to avoid getting into specifics, but Thiago was a stickler.

“Then tell me the summary,” he insisted, his hands on his