All Chapters of I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

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

AMBERLY.Blistering heat radiated from his skin, scorching my palm the second I pressed the damp cloth against his chest. I needed to keep him breathing until sunrise. Outside the rotting walls of the abandoned hunting cabin, the mountain storm violently battered the tin roof, drowning out the frantic, terrified thudding of my own heart. Shivering uncontrollably, I wiped a bloody rag across Jordan's forehead. His fever completely refused to break."Jordan, you have to stay with me," I pleaded, my voice cracking in the dark, dusty room.He didn't answer. His chest hitched, drawing in a shallow, wet breath. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his skull.Grabbing his large, calloused hand, I squeezed his fingers tight. The silver bullet was out, resting in a bloody puddle on the floorboards beside us, but the poison had already ravaged his system. Without a full shift, his werewolf healing was fighting a losing battle against the necrosis."Alder," he muttered, his head thrashing weakly aga

EMBERLYMy stomach cramped violently, a hollow, twisting ache that made me double over against the dashboard of the stolen SUV."You're shaking," Jordan noted, his voice rough.He gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, his right arm resting carefully across his stomach to protect the freshly stitched wound. Dark bags bruised the skin under his eyes. We had been driving for an hour, aimlessly navigating the winding, muddy logging roads deep in the mountain range."I'm just hungry," I lied, sitting back up and wrapping my arms around my ribs.I was starving. We hadn't eaten anything since the meager campus cafe breakfast yesterday morning. The adrenaline had completely burned through my system, leaving me hollow, freezing, and exhausted.Jordan glanced at the dashboard. The bright yellow fuel light glared accusingly at us."We are running on fumes," Jordan muttered, tapping the plastic gauge. "And you need clean clothes. That coat is soaked in blood and river water.""We can't j