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Chapter 20
Patricia
The primary emotion leading my way is curiosity when I step into Dior's lake house. Sadly, it is soon replaced with anger. Marcus and two members from my ex-pack, Riley and Brad, approach me the second I'm done hanging up my jacket.
I should have known that they couldn't stay out of my life for one day.
"Great..." I roll my eyes. "Dumb, Dumbest, and Dumber are on their way already."
Alice giggles. "You knew it would happen."
I sigh in agreement. Coming to Dior's birthday party is asking for trouble, yet I can't leave.
I came here hoping to spread some light on my situation. My heart aches to know if Dior in this dimension is my mate because as twisted as it is, I'm falling in love with older Dior—someone who I should do everything to resist.
But how do you stop yourself from feeling certain things? In my opinion, it's like trying to tell your brain to stop thinking. It would be easier if the older Dior were evil or mea
VeliciahThis couple is so fun writing about. I'm not sure which Dior I like more.
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PatriciaAs soon as Dior has left me, I hurry after him. I have to swim through a herd of drunk teenagers. A talkative guy shoves an elbow into my shoulder, and I respond by pushing him out of the way. He mumbles a swear word, but I don't stop to hear him out.I'm moving fast, eyeing the clock on the wall while music is blasting all around me. Dior will turn eighteen in ten minutes, and I speed up my pace, desperate to find the man himself.It's easier said than done. My old pack members appear to have made it their sole purpose to shout out to another. They high-five and block my way, forcing me to groan inaudibly. Somehow, I slip past them while laughter bounces off the walls.A few girls from my schools are eyeing me as I pass them, looking at me as if I don't belong here. I hear them whisper to one another, questioning who the hell invited me here. It takes a lot of strength to push their menacing voices out through my ears and instead focus on Dior's
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Patricia June is crushing my throat, and my eyesight momentarily darkens while my palms are pressing against her arms. Dior is fighting the entire Summerburst pack in the background, meaning no one can save me from the smirking woman before me. There is a menacing laugh, and then June bends closer, leering at me as if she has already won. "You're weak, Patricia. A rogue can't defeat someone like me." I absorb June's features, gaze deeply into her eyes. She is beautiful, but her lips are cruel. And she is strong. How do I beat her? I'm not as powerful as her. Then again, I've never let that stop me before. I never bowed down to my alpha regardless of Dior's authority, and I'm not about to let that change. I listen to no one—I'm a fighter who creates her path, and I will not surrender. I breathe in and out, letting fear overwhelm me yet not destroy me. Because being brave means being afraid but not allowing ourselves to b
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Older Dior The colors of the flowers growing outside always seem brighter after the rain has fallen. My garden is the only place that gives me a sanctuary. Here I can breathe without being judged for existing, but unfortunately, an uninvited guest has arrived. "You weren't supposed to save her, Dior! Patricia shouldn't exist! You've created a new timeline, one we don't know the future of, and it could prove disastrous!" With the left side of my lip quirked up, I turn around in my rocking chair to face Alice, the fiery one from my dimension. Her breaths are heavy, eyes so intense and angry I imagine her playing out the scenario of killing me herself. Of course, she isn't powerful enough to do so. No one is. I'm a monster. "Please, our world isn't one worth fighting for, love, not in my opinion," I tell her calmly, lifting my coffee cup to my lips. My eyes then travel to the flowers surrounding us. They are beautiful enough to re
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Patricia The windows to the lake house are broken when I return from the woods with Dior. People are standing on the porch, talking loudly about the monster snake that attacked. It worries me that almost every teenager from our school saw the monster, including humans. "Damn," I whisper. "Don't you think this will become an immense problem? Humans knowing about our existence never ends well." Dior sighs next to me. I'm refusing to peek at him, knowing the bastard is still naked. Focusing around him is hard enough as it is already. The mate-bond is trying to pull me towards him, making it feel like I'm fighting against the force of a powerful magnet. "I have a friend who could erase their memories later." "Oh?" I lift an eyebrow. "A witch?" Dior huffs a laugh at me. "No, an elegant and old vampire named Elijah. He has existed for a long time and is very skilled with compulsion and erasing a person's memories." I grimace. "I don'
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Alice I stare at the floor with tears gathering in the corner of my eyes. My heart is an open wound, bleeding as I walk past groups of people at Dior's birthday party. I meet eyes with no one, too caught in my inner pain to see further than my nose. A zombie snake, one of those shadow creatures, came in through the window minutes ago. I should have helped the Winterbite pack take it down, but I didn't because my mind was elsewhere. Even now, I can't focus. William rejected me, and the loss I'm experiencing right now is truly unbearable. I have to make it outside. My steps are shaky, forcing me to lean against the wall with my palm pressing against it as I try to breathe. I'm so dizzy, but some fresh air would help. I keep walking with a headache ringing in my ears. The world is suddenly spinning so fast, and while I can see faces and recognize people at this party, their voices are quiet, as if they are too far away. With sheer force,
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PatriciaMy eyes are tired, and my body is deprived of sleep as I try to dabble away in the art studio at our school. Classes are over, but I'm in the art club's studio. When I need inner peace, I come here to do watercolor paintings.Today is such a day.Alice wouldn't stop crying yesterday. She locked herself inside her room in our new house and told me to leave her alone in a pleading voice. Guilt struck me for not understanding where her pain had come from, yet I respected her wishes and didn't bother knocking on her door.Instead, I fell asleep listening to music, and then I jolted awake after dreaming about tanned skin, piercing blue eyes and taut arms roped with muscle. I'm not kidding—my brain has officially betrayed me!The last image imprinted into my memory was of Dior's smile and that deep voice of his teasingly saying, "princess, you know you can't fight how much you want me" before I orgasmed in my sleep.After opening my
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Patricia Coffee fills my mouth, and I smile at the strong taste—caffeine is a girl's best friend. Who cares about dogs and diamonds when the sense of being wired hits your brain? Without the black, addictive liquid, I would die. Tiffany lifts her eyes into mine. "So, tell me about everything that has happened in town while we were gone." I inhale the scent of coffee. "Nothing much has happened." "Nonsense!" Tiffany laughs. "Tell me about your school—do you like it there? Have you made any new friends? Is Dior still a pain in the ass, or has he laid off your back?" I look around while thinking of what to answer first. I'm sitting inside a café together with Tiffany and her twin brother Rohan. Both of them have barely even touched their drinks, and honestly, they are acting weird. Tiffany is oddly bubbly and overly excited while her brother inspects the place as if he believes something to jump out from
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Alice "You can't stay locked inside your room forever, Alice. And you need real food! It is not healthy for you to keep eating sugar all day. Please, will you stop eating ice cream for dinner? No wonder you're so short!" I put aside my bowl, feeling hurt because Dior hit the bullseye. Whatever Ben & Jerry's is how a girl survives. I take another bite, talking with my mouth full. "You're not my mother, Dior!" The man glares at me, crossing his bulging arms across his chest. I'm not too fond of his fit physique right now. Damn him standing there looking like fitness materialized while I'm eating pure diabetes for dinner. "I'm trying to be a good friend, Alice." I sigh and push away the ice cream once more. "I know! But I'm not in a good mood today. The world sucks." The mattress creaks when my uninvited guest sits down next to me. He is heavy, and I sink into him. Dior blinks at our sudden contact, and I sit straighter, clearing my t
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