Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas (Lia zane Blake) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 – Prom Can Wait

–LIA’S POV–

I was pacing now.

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The music still played in the background, soft and slow, but it barely registered anymore. Couples swayed gently across the floor, some people laughing near the snack table, but all I could feel was a pressing, hollow panic spreading through my chest.

Zane had been gone for too long.

I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, trying to stay calm, but my heart hammered away in my chest, the air suddenly feeling too cold.

What could have happened so suddenly? Everything had been fine. Tonight… tonight was supposed to be perfect.

“He’ll be okay, Lia,” Warner said beside me, hands shoved in his pockets. His jaw was set. “You know Zane. He doesn’t lose.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, nodding. “He’s an Alpha. And he’s strong. He—he’s always won.”

very

I reminded myself of each time he had saved my life. The way he’d rip people apart like they were rag dolls. He could handle himself. He was an incredible fighter.

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But my throat remained dry.

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“Don’t worry, Lia,” Sheila said softly, approaching me. She pushed my hair away from my face. “He’ll be back any second

now.”

Christy nodded beside her, but I could see how uneasy she really was. Her hands fidgeted with her dress and jewellery. “Maybe call him?”

“I did. He didn’t answer. He’s probably in his wolf form. His phone could be lying around anywhere.”

I didn’t realize I was trembling until she rested her hands on my shoulders. “Relax.”

I nodded, but it didn’t help. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he kissed my forehead before leaving. Almost as if he wasn’t sure if he’d make it back.

I took a shaky breath and started pacing again, dragging my heels across the floor. Tears pricked my vision, and my throat burned. But I kept it together. I couldn’t fall apart. I didn’t want to look like a mess when he returned. I wanted him to see that I had faith in him.

A guy in a white tux stepped back too quickly from the punch table, and crashed right into me. His cup tipped, spilling its contents down my dress and all over my feet.

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“Ah!” I gasped, stumbling back. “Ow!”

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What the hell? Why was he drinking something so hot at prom?

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he said, eyes wide. “I didn’t see you–”

I waved him off with a pained scowl. My dress was soaked and clinging to my thighs, and my heels felt like they were on fire.

“Lia!” Blake appeared out of nowhere, his face tense. “You okay? You’re hurt.”

Before I could respond, he bent down and scooped me up into his arms, bridal–style.

“Hey–” I gripped his shirt, stunned. “Blake, what the hell–”

“I’ll take you to the washroom,” he said, already walking away.

Warner stepped in fast, blocking his path. “Put her down.” He growled.

Blake’s expression didn’t change. “She’s hurt, dude. If you don’t trust me,

then come with us. All of you. I’m not trying to run off with her for Goddess’s sake.”

Warner’s eyes

eyes narrowed.

“Just let him help,” Sheila said, already walking after him. “We’re all going. He wouldn’t try anything here, he’s not an

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idiot.”

Christy hurried beside her, glancing at me with concern.

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“I’m fine,” I mumbled, embarrassed as people started to stare. I glanced up at Blake, his expression unreadable.

He carried me out of the gym, only putting me down when we reached the hallway outside the girls‘ washroom.

“We’ll wait outside. Be careful.” He met my eyes once, then stepped back, letting Sheila and Christy guide me inside.

The harsh bathroom lights buzzed overhead. My feet were already red where the drink had spilled, and the hem of my dress was wet and sticky.

“Ow,” I hissed as I stepped out of my shoes.

“Okay, sit down,” Sheila said, helping me onto the counter. “Christy, grab some paper towels. You’re gonna start healing the moment I wipe it off. Don’t worry.”

Christy handed her the towels, while Sheila turned on the tap, letting cold water run over my feet. I sighed at the relief.

“Honestly,” Sheila muttered, gently dabbing my skin, “what the hell was he drinking? What an idiot.”

“I swear. Piece of shit,” Christy added, rinsing the fabric of my

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dress under the tap.

I let myself breathe. Just for a second.

Zane would be back soon.

Blake had just been helping.

My outfit wasn’t totally ruined.

My feet would heal.

Everything was going to be fine.

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“What are you—“Warner’s voice sounded from outside, followed by a loud pop, and then a thud.

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