Page 51 of Mated By the Alphas
Ansley
I’m in trouble again.
I knew I was taking a risk when I left the safehouse, but I couldn’t call in sick again. The funny thing is that despite being behind on my work, it was a fantastic day at the office. Blithe Holdings is exceeding the projections. Ms. Frost responded to my email this morning with some encouraging words. Even my boss didn’t seem to bethatupset I missed a day of work.
Then I got attacked by vampires in the parking garage.
I thought for sure I was a goner. That the vampires would drain me dry and leave me to dead on the cold concrete. I sensed someone watching me when I left, but I thought it was Hayden. I thought he’d figured out I left the safehouse. Thank goodness he wasoneof the ones watching me. I don’t want to think about what could have happened if Hayden and Remy hadn’t been there.
Would the vampires have kept trying to bite me? Dragged me away and hung me in chains like they did to Daisy? The fangs still hurt, even if he didn’t break skin. Was that because Remy distracted him, or did something else happen?
I follow Remy into the safehouse. Hayden is doing something in the back of the SUV. I’m sure he’ll be angry, but I’m not sure how angry. I’ll definitely be punished. This time, I feel like I deserve it. If the fight had gone differently, Hayden or Remy could have been killed.
“Wait in the bedroom,” Remy growls, gesturing towards the bed.
Punishment isn’t the only thing I have to be concerned about. I don’t just have one mate, I have two. Remy intends to claim me. I’m sure he’ll do it tonight. Hayden didn’t wait, so I don’t expect Remy to wait either.
Two massive men that can turn into wolves. Remy isn’t as big as Hayden in his true Human Form, but that doesn’t make him any less intimidating. Doesn’t make the thought of being taken by both of them any less scary.
But if I’m meant to be their mate, I should be able to handle it. My body will adjust, even to the roughness. I’ve started to enjoy that, especially after last night.
Hayden finally steps into the safehouse, and he walks straight to the bedroom where I’m waiting. My knees wobble a little, so I sit down on the bed. He doesn’t look happy.
“Let me see your neck,” Hayden commands, then I realize he’s holding vampire fangs. He must have torn them out of the vampire’s mouth with his bare hands. “I want to see if what happened in the parking garage was a fluke, or something more.”
“What are you thinking, brother?” Remy questions, walking into the bedroom area.
“Let me do a few tests,” Hayden says, a hand cupping my chin, holding me in place. “Let me know when it hurts.”
I tense up, especially when I feel a vampire fang against my neck. Hayden presses down, but I don’t cry out until Hayden drags the fang along my carotid artery, digging in as he does.
“That hurts,” I admit.
“Hmm,” Hayden mutters. “The vampire fangs can’t pierce your skin. At all.”
“Let me see one of them,” Remy growls, gesturing to his brother.
Remy takes my arm and turns it over, exposing my wrist. I watch as he presses a vampire fang against the soft skin, then wince when he pushes down. Despite the pain, when he pulls the fang away, there’s no blood.
“You’re right. Let me try something,” Remy says. He flexes his fingers and his nails become claws a second later. He lightly caresses my forearm with one of them. A faint red line appears, then blood trickles. “Well, you’re not immune to us.”
Remy wipes the blood away. It’s barely a scrape, so it doesn’t keep bleeding. I’m confused, not sure what to make of it. It seems like a positive development.
“I’m immune to vampires? They can’t bite me?” I ask, somewhat astonished, then I rub my neck. “Well, theycanbite me. It did hurt.”
“Bite you, but not drain you,” Hayden says. “I thought maybe you might be immune to other Scions, but I that can’t be thecase. Morgan had no trouble getting blood.” He wore a studious look on his handsome face.
“How is Daisy doing? Any updates?” I ask. I might have been trying to change the subject.
“Morgan is going to wake her up tomorrow,” Hayden answers. “And despite the stunt you pulled today, I’ll still make sure you’re there when he does.”
“Does it matter that I’m sorry?” I ask, my stomach tightening.
“You disobeyed me, Ansley. I’m your mate. I’m only trying to do what is best for you,” Hayden’s voice is sharp over his obvious concern.
“Technically, you didn’t say I couldn’t leave today,” I offer, realizing it sounds pretty hollow.
“I shouldn’t have to repeat myself. You knew the risk,” Hayden retorts, shutting me down.
