Christian (bxb) (Part three for Arlo)

No escape

(Mason)

(One week later)

I didn't know what Greyson was thinking because I could tell that he was serious. I didn't want this to happen for Christian because I know that he was scared of being mated to us but he wasn't the only one hurting.

Our bond was fading and Kyro was losing patience. We didn't want to force him, but we couldn't hold back any longer. It was time for him to see that he wouldn't be able to run from us anymore, and that time had come.

I watched as Father got ready to teleport Christian to his college of choice. He was studying fine arts, which included drawing and painting, something that I didn't know that he loved. We were going to study philosophy. I don't know why the heck we chose that, but it was just a way to get closer to Christian and this college was offering it.

Micah and Landon already went to check it out the day after he argued with Greyson. He was moving things forward with speed as if he couldn't wait to be rid of us.

But, he should know that we weren't going to back down so easily. At first, I didn't agree with the way Greyson handled things, scaring him like that. But the more I thought about it, I felt like that was the only way for us to get through to Christian.

He was still leaving and we were going to follow him. This time, the plan changed a bit though. Where we had once said that we were going to hide in the background and allow him to come to us, that part will never happen.

Greyson demanded that we show him tough love, and that's exactly what we are going to do.

He didn't even say goodbye; he just glanced at us briefly before he turned away. It stung, more than I wanted to admit. I could feel the distance he was forcing between us like a wall getting higher and thicker every day.

‘This is ridiculous,’ Kyro growled in my head, feeling irritated just like me. ‘We’ve given him space. We’ve been patient. And what has that gotten us? Nothing. He’s slipping away, Mason. We can’t let this continue.’

I clenched my fists, watching as Father placed a hand on Christian’s shoulder, preparing to teleport him away. He was right. The more we waited, the more he ran.

‘You think I don’t know that?’ I shot back at Kyro. ‘You think I don’t feel it? Is the bond weakening, the pull getting fainter? But forcing him—’

‘Forcing him?’ Kyro interrupted with a growl. ‘We’re not forcing him. We’re making him face reality. He’s ours, Mason. We are his mates. He can fight it all he wants, but the bond won’t disappear. It’s already hurting us, and whether he wants to admit it or not, it’s hurting him too.’

I exhaled, my eyes locked on Christian’s stiff back. He wouldn’t even look at us. It pissed me off.

"He's not even saying goodbye," Jaxon muttered beside me, his voice tight. "Does he really think that this is it? That we’ll just let him go and forget about him?"

Greyson scoffed. "Let him go? Never. He can try to run, but it won’t change a damn thing." His gaze darkened, his determination clear. "We follow him. No more waiting, no more holding back. He’s about to learn exactly what it means to have us as mates."

I swallowed hard. This wasn’t just about following Christianity anymore. This was about showing him that we weren’t going anywhere, no matter how hard he tried to push us away.

As the air around Father and Christian filled with magic, signaling the teleportation spell, Kyro’s voice came into my mind.

‘This is the last time he walks away from us, Mason. I won’t let him do it again.’

Neither would I.

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"Everything is packed and ready for you three to leave. Remember that you can come home anytime you want. Just use the phone to contact me or your dad and I will teleport you home." Father said, looking serious. He didn't want us to do this, but he can't stop us either.

"You have enough money to last you a lifetime, don't waste it, and don't f**k up with Christian. If I heard that any of you hurt him I won't go easy on my punishment. No man's land will be the least of what I'll do to you."

He was warning us like he often does, but this time there was something more serious in his tone. "Okay, say goodbye to your dad and the pack and I'll teleport you there." The tension was heavy, suffocating.

Dad cried as he gave us all a hug. Our uncles and their mates wished us good luck but I could tell that they didn't want us to leave.

Marcus and Manny also dished out their fair share of warning leaving us thinking what the hell is wrong with them. Marcus was high so I could blame that on him, but Manny? He was somehow sober this time.

With that, the rest of the pack came forward, giving us their farewells, their good luck wishes. Some of them seemed genuinely concerned, while others were more reserved as if they were preparing for something they knew we might not be ready for. I appreciated their support, even if I didn’t fully understand it.

Once the last of the goodbyes were said, it was time. Father stood in the center of the room, his hand glowing with magic as he prepared to teleport us. He was quieter now, his gaze moving between us, a mixture of pride and fear in his eyes.

"You know where to find us if you need anything," he said. "But remember, this is your decision. Don’t do anything that you’ll regret."

I wanted to say something to reassure him, but the words stuck in my throat. We couldn’t afford to second-guess ourselves now. Greyson, Jaxon, and I exchanged looks, our commitment as clear as it had ever been. We were going to get Christian back. We didn’t care how much resistance he threw at us.

"Goodbye," I said quietly, my voice firm, even though the lump in my throat threatened to choke me.

Father nodded, his expression unreadable as he cast the spell that would take us to Christian. The air around us filled with energy, the familiar feeling of teleportation magic wrapping around us, pulling us into the unknown.

As we disappeared from the pack house, I felt a last pang of doubt. But it was quickly replaced with hope. This was happening. Christian was ours, and we weren’t about to let him slip away. Not now, not ever.