Chapter 153: Get Naked and Run

IVY’S POV

The idea was stupid. Reckless. Completely irresponsible.

Which, of course, made it perfect.

“Okay, so what do we do? How do we leave undetected?” I asked her inside my head.

I felt her smirk ghost across my lips, sly and wicked, like a secret slipping through the dark.

“First things first,” she said, her voice curling with amusement. “We need to change that outfit. Right now, you look like an escaped patient from a Victorian asylum…all oversized gown and tragic backstory.”

I barely resisted the urge to punch the air in frustration. ‘If you’re going to insult me, I think we better abort this mission, I snapped, folding my arms and flopping back onto the bed dramatically.’

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, princess.” She snickered and I hissed. Loudly.

"Alright, Ivy, fine…I apologize for my unruly behavior. But can you really blame me?" her voice crackled with restless energy, like a storm barely contained.

"I’ve been trapped inside you for what feels like an eternity. I want to live. To run wild through forests and cities, to chase the wind until it howls back. I want the thrill of the hunt, the taste of freedom, the roar of battle. I want to tear apart the one who bound me the moment you were meant to rise. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"

Her voice echoed like a suppressed howl inside my mind as she continued. “We should have met a long time ago.
We could’ve accomplished so much together.”

That got me thinking.
She did say someone didn’t want me to have her.
Someone stopped my shift.

I had no memory of that.

Why would anyone do that?

Before I could wander too deep into that thought, her next words slammed into me like a freight train and my jaw dropped.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

"Am I wrong? You’re dry as dust down there too, aren’t you? You’ve never been touched…really touched. Never been fucked until your legs forgot how to hold you. Still a precious little virgin. The most action you’ve seen…if you’re lucky…is a clumsy kiss or two in the dark."

I could feel my soul leaving my body.

“We need to find our mate and get laid,” she said, deadpan…like she was ordering takeout. “Preferably soon.”

I slapped both hands over my face in utter mortification.

“You’re a depraved little beast,” I muttered. “Just horny and unhinged.”

“Thank you,” she purred, smug and utterly unrepentant. “Like you wouldn’t love the idea of boundless pleasure and experiencing an orgasm—”

“JUST GET US OUT OF HERE, Xara!” I barked in my head. Leave whatever porn movie you’re directing inside my skull.

“Fine, fine,” she said with a low laugh, the sound curling like smoke. “But first things first…we need an outfit. Something sharp. Controlled. Responsible… but with just enough edge to make them second-guess everything.”

I moved to my wardrobe, fingers trailing over the hangers while Nyxara commented like a fashion-obsessed gremlin.

“God, who picked all this stuff?” Nyxara gagged. “Did you shop from the Amish Clearance Rack?”

I ignored her and dug deeper.

“No. Ew. Too frilly. Definitely not. Is this a blanket? Who picked these… Rosa’s dead aunt? Wait…back up. LEATHER. Bottom rack. Behind the church choir outfits.”

“I’m not even in the damn choir!” I snapped.

But my hand was already moving, reaching down despite everything.

There it was. Black, matte leather pants. Laced up the sides with enough edge to scream I’m free and I bite at the same time.

Nyxara made a satisfied noise that was entirely too sensual.

“Yesss. Now pair it with that cropped black tank. You know, the one Rosa tried to hide behind the bulky sweaters.”

I found it. Tossed it on the bed. Boots followed.
A charcoal jacket with silver buttons sealed the look.

“Okay, let me get dressed.”

“No, no, no.” She immediately cut in. “Get naked first.”

Oooh, I purred with mock shock. Feisty much?

“Oh please,” she groaned. “It’s either you get naked or I rip the gown off myself when I take over.”

I rolled my eyes, already slipping out of the hideous floral sack.

“What’s the plan?”

“I’ll take over,” she replied, voice buzzing with excitement. “Carry the clothes between my mouth, sneak us out, and once we’re at a safe distance, you change and put on the outfit. And voila! We go full badass mode.”

Sounds like a plan, I agreed, stepping aside mentally.

Can you avoid being caught by Daniel? I asked her.

She smirked darkly.
“Watch me.”

And just like that, I let go.

Within minutes, we were sprinting through the halls like a whisper on the wind. Ducking under cameras, sidestepping creaky floorboards. Silent predators moving through familiar prey grounds.

She leapt over the estate fence like it was a playground hurdle.

“You mentioned you reincarnated, right?” I asked as she landed gracefully and bolted into the trees.

“Were you like some kind of ninja before? How are you this good?”

“I’m not that good, Ivy. You’re just a spoiled princess who can’t even land a proper punch. And who thinks cardio is a demonic ritual.”

“Okay, that’s it. Give me my body back,” I whined.

I could feel her trying to roll her glowing wolf eyes.
“We’re already out of the mansion.”

She was right.
She got us out, undetected.

Nyxara rounded a tree. I shifted back and quickly threw on the outfit. The leather pants clung to my hips like sin. The top hugged every curve. The boots made me feel like I could kick a man into next week.

Nyxara whistled inside me. “Damn. We are HOT.”

I rolled my eyes at her words, but couldn’t help feeling good about it.

The wind howled around us, tugging at my jacket. I smiled.

Tonight was windy. The kind of night the stars whispered secrets and the trees danced to ancient music.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to feel the wind in your fur?” I asked, zipping up the jacket.

“I will. On our way back. For now… let’s go have fun.”

“Heck ya!” I shouted inside my head, throwing my hands up in a wild victory leap.

If anyone saw me, I’d probably look like a mime on drugs.

“Wait,” I said suddenly, my voice cutting through the silence. “Do we even know where we’re going?”