Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas (Lia zane Blake) novel Chapter 234

Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas

Chapter 234 – Lobster

–UNKNOWN POV–

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Ever since The Order was forced to disperse, life had come to a sudden halt.

It had almost been a month, and this whole time, I’d barely left my room.

My wife was devastated by the way I acted.

But how could I not?

How could I act normal after… after what I saw that day?

It was a constant terror to know that she was out there. Someone—something so powerful, so wicked, completely against the rules of nature.

Were there any?

Or everything we’d ever believed in had been wrong?

Werewolves roamed amongst us. Monsters who could look like humans and mix with us, act like us, pretend to be normal like

1. us.

Creatures who could rip us apart with their bare hands if they wanted.

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But that much was still believable. It was something I’d been able to digest.

Sure, I’d taken up arms against them.

But I hadn’t spent a month locked up in my room, afraid to step

out.

That girl… she was an abomination.

She was… a goddess walking amongst us.

Or maybe a devil.

She’d joined hands with them, after all. Not us. She loved a

monster.

With her by their side, they’d become completely untouchable.

Knock. Knock.

My heart jumped in my chest.

I had to take deep breaths before I could answer.

“Yeah?”

“Sean,” my wife called out gently. “Could you come out? I… I don’t feel too well today. I was hoping you could cook.”

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I didn’t respond for a few seconds.

I wanted to say no. To make an excuse.

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But I couldn’t do that to her. She had been putting up with me for too long already.

Anything more, and she’d ask too many questions I wouldn’t be able to answer.

I slowly stood up, my legs feeling odd as I made my way to the door.

I took another deep breath before finally opening it.

Gwen stood in front of me, wrapped in a shawl. Her eyes were tired. She hadn’t been sleeping either.

I did this to her.

“Thanks,” she still said when I stepped out. “I know you’re going through a lot after losing your job. But it’s all gonna be okay as long as we keep showing up for each other.”

I gave her a tight smile.

She led me to the kitchen and leaned against the wall while I grabbed the apron hanging by the pantry door.

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“You just need to cook the lobster. It’s in the freezer,” she said, gesturing lazily toward it. “Don’t worry about anything else. I’ll go lie down for a bit.”

“Alright,” I muttered. I didn’t trust my voice much. It felt too dry.

I tied the apron around my waist and pulled open the freezer. There it was, the plastic container right at the back. I brought it out and placed it on the counter.

As I opened the lid, I paused.

The lobster moved.

Only slightly. But enough.

Its claws twitched slowly, like it was barely holding onto life. I stared at it, my stomach curling.

It should’ve been frozen solid.

What the hell?

I reached for the knife block beside the sink. The blade felt cold in my hand. I hesitated for a second, then turned back to the lobster. If it was still alive, I had to end it quickly.

I lifted the knife.

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But just as the thought formed—just as I imagined bringing the knife down–

My hand twitched.

No. It jerked.

I gasped, dropping the lobster in surprise. The knife was still in my grip, but I… I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore. Like I’d suddenly lost my arm.

“Wh–what the hell?” I whispered.

My arm began to move on its own.

It lifted. Slowly. Deliberately.

Mocking.

I looked down at it, wide–eyed.

“Stop,” I whispered.

The blade turned towards my neck.

My body trembled, panic rising fast in my chest. I tried to drop the knife but my fingers wouldn’t move. I tried to scream for help, but my throat just closed up.

My hand was shaking violently now, dragging the knife higher,

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closer to my throat.

“N–no–” I choked out.

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I used my other hand, tried to grab my wrist and force it down. My muscles strained. I pushed back hard, panting, sweat forming on my forehead.

But it was no use.

A voice echoed in my head.

“You will not raise another weapon against wolves, witches, or anything else that breathes… And if you try, you’ll slit your own throat before the thought finishes forming.”

My eyes widened.

“No. No—please–”

My knees hit the floor.

I fought it with everything I had—the pressure in my arm, the aching in my muscles, the sheer panic pumping through me—but it didn’t matter.

I couldn’t stop it.

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