Tasting All My Mates

Tasting All My Mates By Alexis Dee Chapter 184

Tasting All My Mates By Alexis Dee Chapter 184

184-She is Upto Something

It was so awkward sleeping in the boy‘s room. I slept in peace, though. I did hear Lazlo standing at the door and scolding everyone whenever somebody walked inside, talking loudly. He made sure nobody woke me up. After some hours, they all went to bed as well. Thiago had his arm packed around my body as he dozed off.

By the time I woke up again, I was feeling fine. I cozied up with Thiago and focused on the wall with the clock defining 3:35 am. I was beginning to remember the unfortunate events of the last day. Whoever kidnapped me just wanted to taste my blood? I mean, what else could be the reason for that abduction?

It just didn‘t make any sense.

I then realized I need to go see the mark on my boob. I must observe it and make sure it is not causing an infection. Unwrapping Thiago‘s arm, I sneakily got out of bed. It was so damn peaceful and pin–drop silence that taking long breaths made me feel like I might wake somebody up. After successfully walking out of the room, I tiptoed into the girl‘s room. It was dark here as well.

Just when I entered the room, I saw a shadow standing near my bed. Not to mention, it wasn‘t only my bed. Christina and I had our bags on the side. The suite was extremely big, with two bathrooms, two bedrooms with glass sliding doors in the middle, and a living room.

The shadow was none other than Willow. I watched her fold something and shove it in Christina‘s bag and then zip it shut. Because I was still in the living room, she couldn‘t see me. She then crossed the sliding door and walked back to her room to sleep.

I was dumbfounded by what she was doing. What could it be? What would she be hiding in Christina‘s bag?

I didn‘t do much and headed straight into the bathroom. When I took off my dress, it frightened me to see nothing on my boob but just a hickey.

It was odd and made zero sense. I ended up taking a warm shower and then sliding under the blanket to get more rest.

We woke up by the alarms so that nobody misses breakfast and after getting ready, we all headed to the hall.

“Hey! how are you now?” while the others sped away, I stayed behind to catch up with Lazlo and Thiago.

“I am fine, much better,” I told Thiago and also told Lazlo with a bow that I was doing well.

“But what happened last day? How did you end up in the basement and that drug in your body? Who had done it?” Thiago interrogated while gently placing his hand on my shoulder. I noticed his eyes wandering around my neck.

“He didn‘t mark me,” I reassured him since I believed that is what he was wondering about. “Umm! I didn–,” he scratched the back of his neck and pulled his body away, “who?” he then retrieved his confidence and asked me directly.

“I don‘t know. I just remember getting tackled down by someone. He injected something into my neck and then carried me to the basement.” I recalled the entire incident and my body shuddered.

We haven‘t told Mr. Tripper about it. I didn‘t think he would care about my safety, anyway.

“And then? Where did all that blood come from?” Lazlo, who had been silently standing by for some time, finally opened his mouth to question me.

“He,” paused, watching them wait for my response.

“Enya! tell me what did he do to you?‘ Thiago impatiently asked me again.

“He bit me on my– on my boob!‘ I finished and watched their faces change colors.

“Eh!” Thiago scoffed, stepping away from me.

“But I am fine. I don‘t know what he was trying to do.” I tried to hold his hand, but he was rather stepping away from

me.

“We need to find him,” he whispered in a bone–chilling voice.

“Yes! We will, but you need to calm down first.” I was panicking at how his veins were popping out of his temples.

“We need to find him,” he said in a breathless tone this time.

“Lazlo!” I eyed him to not just stand by and do something. I fathomed Lazlo was also lost and angry, but we needed to calm Thiago down first.

“Thiago! If you will lose yourself now, who will take care of her?” it was then Lazlo bent down with Thiago, who had his arms wrapped around his stomach as he fought his wolf from taking over.

“She will be lost without you,” Lazlo‘s words compelled Thiago to raise his face and meet eyes with mine.

“I need you,” I whispered.

“Hey! what is going on over there? Are you going to come for breakfast or not?” Christina yelled from afar, joyfully approaching us.

“Thiago! Please!” I turned to him and begged him to simmer down. Nobody needs to know our secrets.

“I am fi–ne,‘ Thiago forced his body up and straightened his back. I can only imagine how much pain he feels every time his wolf tries to get out.

“Come guys! I reserved a table for us.” she finally stopped with us and stared at Thiago as if she was observing him.

“Thank you. He is so damn hungry,” I joked, pointing at Thiago and getting near him to wrap my arm around his

‘ back.

“Oh! Then let‘s go.” Christina didn‘t stay behind to gossip. Soon, we head down to take our seats. It was uncomfortable sharing seats with the twins and Maynard when there was a lot that Lazlo, Thiago, and I needed to discuss.

We had to accept their offer so that they didn‘t suspect anything.

“So, what happened yesterday? Who hurt you?” Zander asked in an undertone. He didn‘t really look up from his plate. He was steadily stabbing the waffles with the fork and not taking a bite.

“I don‘t know. Maybe hug.” I didn‘t know what else to say. Maynard was thankfully busy with Christina; the only problem was Zander. If he was also immersed somewhere, I could text Thiago and Lazlo to decide on a place to have a secret conversation.

Just when I was wishing Zander to get distracted, he did get distracted, but it wasn‘t what I had expected it to be like.

He started gagging and twitching as if he was about to throw up. Without further delay, he took to his feet and sped out of the hall.

We all shared glances and decided to follow Christina, who left us in tears to check up on her brother. Zander had even run out of the hotel to grab the fresh air. Just when he was between the fields, he couldn‘t hold up and threw up.

But it wasn‘t food he vomited. He threw up blood.