Alpha Xander's Undoing Chasing my Unknown Mate Back novel Chapter 8

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*Rory‘

Mona and I stepped out of Advanced Strategy and Combat Theory, the mid–morning sun warming my skin as students flooded the hallways. The academy was always buzzing with energy, but today, all I could think about was yesterday.

The way the wind had barely swept me but not enough to push me over, the sound of the wolves running, the ache in my chest that never seemed to go

away.

“Next time, I’ll stay with you,” Mona declared firmly, breaking through my thoughts. “I don’t know why I didn’t consider that you’d be alone while we went on The Run. My wolf and I go running every day. I can miss Sundays if it’s hard for you.”

I shook my head. “Mona, you don’t have to do that. It’s okay, really.”

“No, it’s not,” she huffed as her expression darkened. “I should’ve thought about it. You were up there alone, watching us run. That’s messed up.”

I wanted to argue, to tell her that I was fine, but the truth was I wasn’t. Not really. Not when I could feel my wolf inside me, unable to reach her, knowing! was supposed to be out there, running with them. Instead, I forced a smile and nudged her shoulder. “Don’t feel bad, okay? I survived.”

She didn’t look convinced, but before she could say more, we walked past Xander and Matt, who were leaning against a stone wall.

I tried to be polite, smiling awkwardly and giving a small wave. Matt, ever the friendly one, smiled and waved back. Xander, of course, scowled.

Okay. Guess we’re back to that mood again.

Mona scoffed. “Thate his attitude. Honestly, I don’t know how you deal with him?”

I bit my lip, debating if I should say something. I still hadn’t told her that Xander was my mate. And I didn’t think I ever would. “At least Matt smiled.”

“That’s because Matt’s not an ass,” Mona grumbled. “I say we divorce Xander and marry Matt instead.”

I laughed. “We are doing no such thing because ‘we‘ didn’t get married to Xander. I did.”

Mona wiggled her brows. “Potato Potahto. It’s still us.”

Trolled my eyes. “Besides, I have reason to believe that he doesn’t absolutely hate me. He just… probably resents me because of the whole Eden thing.”

Mona’s expression darkened slightly at the mention of Eden.

“Which reminds me,” added, “we need to get to work on that.”

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of investigating my sister’s death, but I had to. The truth was waiting for me. And no matter how much it hurt, owed it to myself to find it, to clear my name. And I owed it to Eden–as much as I despised her to get justice for her.

Mona tapped her chin. “We should go home this weekend and start digging. After the party on Friday night.”

“I’m not going to that” I groaned The last thing I wanted to do was go to a party full of drunk, horny wolves and never ending flirting

Mona gasped, placing a dramatic hand over her chest. “The hell you are! You need to get drunk enough so we can finally lose that virginity of yours-”

I immediately cut her off. “Again, WE aren’t doing anything. And my virginity will go when I want it to go.”

Which, at this point, seemed like never But I would never admit that to Mona. I always wanted to have my first with my mate, but then Xander married me and I thought that wouldn’t happen.

But then I found out he was my mate, and… well, it still doesn’t look like it will ever happen. Unless he ever decided to have kids, and something told me he resented me enough to probably have me artificially inseminated. I still remember how he looked at me in the limo after our wedding… as if it would

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be so hard to even think of being with me like… that.

I bit back the pain as I chanced one last look over my shoulders, finding him staring at our retreating forms, frown still in place, of course.

Mona’s voice broke me from my thoughts just as we turned the corner that led to our dorms.

“Oh, come on. You must be able to-”

I pushed open the door, ready to change the subject. But the words died in my throat when I saw someone sitting on the empty bed across from mine.

A young woman with sleek black hair sat perfectly upright, hands folded in her lap. Her expression was unreadable, eyes dark and distant, like she was staring through us instead of at us.

Mona immediately stiffened. “Uh, who are you?”

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