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Sixty Nine

Autor: Bella J
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-06-20 08:43:59

EMBERLY

The back alley behind the campus cafe smelled heavily of sour milk, wet cardboard, and freezing rain. I pushed the heavy metal service door open with my shoulder, dragging two massive, leaking trash bags across the slick concrete. My arms ached with a deep, pulsing exhaustion, and my ribs felt like they were actively cracking under the relentless pressure of my canvas chest binder. I heaved the bags up, throwing them violently into the industrial dumpster before slamming the heavy plast
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  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Eighty Five

    AUTHOR'S POV20 MINUTES LATERIt was pouring.Rain hammered the canopy of the forest, turning the mountain floor into a soup of mud and rotted pine. Amberly crouched beneath the low-hanging branches of a spruce, her breath hitching in her chest. Every muscle in her body burned with the effort of the run. Jordan sat in the passenger seat of the hijacked SUV, his head lolling against the side window, his face a pale, ghostly mask in the dark."Keep going," he wheezed, his voice thin."I have to find a place to hide the car," she muttered, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white."Ronan isn't far."A low growl vibrated through the floor of the vehicle. Ronan was definitely coming. She could feel the predatory pressure of his wolf, heavy and demanding, somewhere in the blackness behind them.The SUV swerved over a sharp rock, the suspension groaning in protest. Tires lost their grip on the mud, sending the vehicle sliding sideways toward a steep embankment. Amberly sl

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Eighty Four

    EMBERLY Glass exploded across the wet asphalt, glittering under the flickering orange hazard lights. Rain poured through the crumpled roof of the stolen ambulance, soaking my torn medical scrubs in seconds. Blood pooled beneath my boots, mixing with the muddy deluge flooding the highway. My chest heaved.Kicking the dented side door, I gritted my teeth against the sharp pain shooting up my leg. The metal groaned but held fast.Jordan’s massive fingers clamped around my wrist. Heat radiated from his palm, burning against my shivering, rain-slicked skin."Stay down." He coughed, spitting a glob of dark blood onto the dashboard.Heavy boots splashed through the deep puddles outside. Dozens of them. Rifle bolts clacked into place, the metallic snaps cutting cleanly through the rhythmic drumming of the tropical downpour.Static whined. A booming, amplified voice echoed through the storm."Well, well. Look at the mess you two made."Garrett Butler.Dread compressed my ribs, squeezing the

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Eighty Three

    EMBERLYWind violently tore at my hair, feeling like thousands of frozen needles driving directly into my scalp.Burying my face against the heavy leather of Jordan’s jacket, I squeezed my arms around his waist. The stolen motorcycle vibrated aggressively between my thighs. Freezing rain pelted my back, soaking completely through my winter coat. My injured right arm throbbed with a dull, sickening ache, the fresh stitches pulling painfully with every sharp swerve."Hold on!" Jordan roared over the screaming engine.Leaning hard to the left, the motorcycle scraped the wet asphalt. Sparks showered from the metal footpegs.Peeking over his broad shoulder, I saw it.A massive, boxy medical transport ambulance rumbled down the center of the desolate mountain highway just fifty yards ahead. The back windows were entirely blacked out. No emergency lights flashed. It looked like a mobile tomb navigating the dark gorge."That's it!" I shouted, the wind instantly snatching the words from my mou

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Eighty Two

    EMBERLYGlass crunched under the heavy tread of Jordan’s combat boot. Stepping away from the shattered smartphone, he stared blankly at the dark hardwood floor of the safehouse. "Jordan, look at me," I demanded.He didn't move. His shoulders remained rigidly locked, the heavy leather of his jacket squeaking as his hands balled into massive fists. The raw, territorial scent of cedar radiating from him suddenly turned sour, spiking heavily with sheer panic."They moved her," he repeated, his voice dropping into a hollow, vibrating whisper. "Route 9. Eastern Hospice.""We can still leave," I urged, grabbing the two forged Canadian passports from the granite kitchen counter. Shoving the black booklets directly into his chest, I forced him to acknowledge me. "You have the cash. You have the vehicle. We are ten minutes away from slipping the perimeter entirely."Swatting the passports out of my hand, Jordan turned his pitch-black eyes toward me. The little black books hit the floor, slidin

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Eighty One

    JORDANThe heavy bass vibrated directly through the concrete floor, rattling my molars.Neon green lasers sliced through the thick, muggy darkness of the underground basement. Hundreds of sweating, half-shifted wolves ground against each other on the packed dance floor. The air in the industrial sector club tasted like cheap vodka, stale ozone, and raw pheromones. My jaw locked tight. Pushing through the writhing crowd, I kept my hands out, shoving aggressive shoulders aside.Get the forged passports. Get back to the safehouse. Get Amberly out of the state before midnight. That was the only objective keeping my blood from boiling over.Ducking under a low-hanging ventilation duct, I reached the VIP booths lining the far brick wall.Jax sat alone in the corner booth. He nervously tapped a silver lighter against the scratched wooden table. A lit cigarette hung from his lower lip. He wore a heavy leather jacket, his eyes darting frantically across the crowded club. He smelled of sour pan

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Eighty

    JORDANStanding up, I moved quickly to the mirrored cabinet above the sink. Pulling out a heavy black tactical medical kit, I grabbed a bottle of surgical antiseptic, a curved suture needle, and a spool of medical silk.Sitting back down on the tiles, I uncapped the antiseptic."This is going to burn," I warned, locking my eyes onto hers."Do it," she whispered, gripping the edge of the bathtub with her uninjured hand.Pouring the clear liquid directly over the open wound, the chemicals hissed against her torn flesh. Amberly bit down hard on her lower lip, stifling a scream. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, tracking through the dirt and rainwater smeared across her cheeks.Grabbing the sterile needle, I threaded the silk with practiced precision."Look at me," I commanded softly, tapping her chin to draw her focus away from the bleeding arm.Her dark, terrified eyes met mine.Driving the needle through the edge of her skin, I pulled the thick thread tight. She whimpered, her

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Twenty Six

    JORDAN The sharp, incredibly loud ringtone of my encrypted phone violently shattered the quiet morning silence of my apartment, making my heavily bruised ribs ache aggressively as I reached blindly for the device on the kitchen counter. I saw Beta Ronan’s secured number flashing brightly across th

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Twenty Five

    EMBERLYThe bus finally pulled into the heavily illuminated parking lot of a modern, towering hotel located in the dead center of the Northern territory, long after the freezing midnight hour had completely passed. The entire hockey team was deeply exhausted, bruised, and highly agitated, eagerly w

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Twenty Three

    JORDAN The freezing, biting air of the Junylria evening felt incredibly refreshing against my damp hair as I pushed open the heavy glass doors of the athletic arena and stepped out onto the concrete pavement. I was mentally preparing myself for the quiet, solitary drive back to my apartment, but m

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Chapter Twenty

    EMBERLY LYNNWOOD The freezing, biting autumn wind whipped aggressively through the towering concrete canyons of the college campus, forcing me to bury my freezing hands deep into the oversized pockets of my heavy gray hoodie as I hurried away from the literature building. The sprawling, bustling

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