Escaping Death

Chapter 9

Woops! Forgot to post last night, fell asleep with the kids 🤣 #momlife
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Solana

I wake up alone later than I usually do feeling like I slept for days, but that good feeling vanishes as soon as I realize I'm wearing someone else's shirt. Ace's shirt.

My tank top is nowhere to be found. It's not in the bed or on the floor. I don't even know how he got it off me without me waking up. Not to mention what a complete invasion of privacy it is for him to strip me bare without my consent. But I'll give him some credit for at least dressing me in something rather than leaving me naked.

But why was he even in here?

I know he could tell I was in here without even opening the door to check. He should have gone straight back downstairs to the couch, or slept in one of the bunkbeds, not come in and undress me.

I'm not sure what his goal is but if it's to piss me off then he's succeeding. I rummage through my bag, still no tank top to be seen. Just one last pair of leggings. Quickly I dig through his drawers and pull on a pair of his boxer briefs before dressing in the last pair of leggings I have in my bag. I tuck his too-long-shirt into the front of my leggings in such a way that it appears shorter and like I'm wearing an appropriately sized t-shirt.

I throw my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head while I walk towards the bathroom so I can steal a toothbrush and wash my face before I have to face the guys in the light of day.

The door to the bathroom swings open and I'm met with Ace's fiercely green eyes, golden hair, and inked arms.

He rakes his eyes up and down my body, his green eyes darkening the longer he looks and I can feel his wolf struggling to resist calling out to mine.

"You're using my toothbrush," he grunts. Not even a hello, good morning, I'm your soulmate.

"You undressed me." I hiss back.

"Actually, by definition, I did the opposite of undressing you."

"Are you done?"

Ace cocks his head to the side like a curious pup, "done with what?"

"Pretending like you've done me any favors."

He rubs his chin, the stubble on his face scratching as he rubs his fingers over it. "Are you done using my toothbrush?"

I roll my eyes in an overly dramatic fashion to cover the smirk threatening to tip my lips upwards. I like the way he argues with me, and I hate that I like it so much. I don't want him to think that I'll swoon over him just because I'm his mate. Besides, it's not like he's done anything to indicate that he cares to have found me as his mate.

I rinse my mouth and shove the toothbrush against his chest as I walk past him, doing my best to ignore the warm tingles that creep up my arm and spread across my chest at the contact.

I round the corner only to smack straight into Hunter's bare chest, the only item of clothing on him is a towel that's slung low on his hips. His arms are decorated in more ink than when I last saw him, and my name is still the only mark he has on his chest.

Pain lances through me seeing my name scrawled across his heart like he has any right to display it anymore.

"Solana, go downstairs," Ace commands me from the doorway. "Help yourself to breakfast."

Part of me doesn't want to give Ace the satisfaction of commanding me, but the other part of me doesn't want to be anywhere near Hunter.

The latter wins out.