Alpha Kane
Now she was in a perfect mood to irritate , unbuckling her seatbelt and challenging . She should have known I never back down from a challenge.
Scooping her up, I sat her on my lap; if she refused to fasten her seatbelt, my hands would do the job.
She fidgeted slightly in my arms, but didn’t make a sound thanks to Kaysir’s presence. For a mont, she sat motionless, her face turned away from , my face resting close to her tender neck.
But then she removed her glove and pinched my arm hard with her sword-sharp nails. Damn! What does she feed them? Steel ball bearings?
She turned her head slightly so our eyes t and gave a withering look. I fought the pain and tried to maintain a neutral expression, but tears shone in my eyes.
"Touch again without my consent, and this injection will go to your groin," she threatened in a low whisper, her gaze so boldly fixed on mine. The disgust on her face made my heart clench in pain.
She literally turned into a wolf, with all those claws and threats. My Blue Rose had transford into a wild rose, revealing those thorns and brambles.
I pressed myself closer to her and whispered in her ear, just to irritate her: "You can try." Zara could easily resist, and part of wanted to see if she could defeat .
Her gaze grew even more intense, and I was afraid she would elbow in the face, leaving with a bloody nose.
Luckily, we returned ho, and the car pulled into the garage. With one last death glare at , she opened the door before Kaysir could and jumped out.
I followed her and saw Asbela waiting for us with a grim expression, which ant my mother was there.
"Welco ho; Luna is in the living room having tea and waiting for you both," Asbela said with a forced smile, gathering our coats.
I imdiately offered Zara my hand. What had begun as a sham had beco a heartbreaking reality for both of us, and yet we had to continue.
She caught her breath, plastered a polite but empty smile on her face, and took my hand. Her gloved hand wrapped around my bicep, and we moved on.
"If I’d known your mother could change anything, I’d have told her about your hypocrisy, but I’m sure she wouldn’t care, so I’ll refrain," she muttered under her breath, her sharp nose like a red light bulb due to the cold weather.
"You’re right," I lied, knowing my mother would be very disappointed in . She might be harsh and set in her ways, but she possessed a remarkable honesty.
Mom settled comfortably on the sofa, sipping tea from an elegant cup. She glanced in our direction, and her gaze fell on Zara’s hand, which was clutching mine.
"Welco, Luna Caleri." Zara released my hand and walked over to Mom. Mom shook her hand, and fortunately, I didn’t detect any particular hostility in her greeting.
"You look wonderful." Mom even complinted Zara.
I ca closer. "I’m glad you’re here, Mom."
She hugged with a warm smile.
"I missed you and wanted to spend Christmas together." She had long plans.
Zara settled on one side of her, and I chose the other.
"I should have brought Grandma too," I said, picking up the teapot and pouring tea into another cup.
"I told her to co with , but she went to see your Aunt Rachel for Christmas, so here I am." She squeezed my shoulder, and I realized she was here on so kind of mission.
Nothing my mother did was random; everything was carefully planned. Especially her appearance after I scolded Cassidy, who scread sothing fishy.
"We’re glad to see you." Zara smiled with practiced discipline; she didn’t even glance in my direction. I poured tea into the second cup.
"So you’ve moved in together. That’s a big step," Mom murmured, picking up a coconut cookie from the plate and taking a bite.
Zara’s gaze finally shifted to , as if to say,
"Can you take this cup?" I smiled before handing the cup to Zara and taking another one for myself.
"It’s easier for us to go to the office together, and I thought..."
"Oh, that now is the perfect ti." Zara agreed." Taking the cup by the handle, I savored the rich aroma of cardamom, and she took a hesitant sip.
"It’s true," Zara smiled tensely again and picked up the cup to hide her remaining emotions.
She must have been in a terrible emotional state by now. I was causing her so much suffering, and it felt wrong.
"So everything’s going smoothly. That’s good news, right?" Mom asked, especially coming from , her cunning eyes shining with a hint of curiosity.
I glanced at Zara, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
"It’s okay, Mom. Why don’t we talk over dinner?" I suggested, and she nodded slightly, munching on a cookie.
Zara stood gracefully and went to tell Asbela about our dinner plans. Her shoulders were hunched, as if I had placed a burden on her that she could not bear, and the thought weighed heavily on , destroying my peace.
***
Zara
Caleri was especially kind to . A woman as perceptive as she couldn’t just suddenly change her mind. Sothing was bothering her.
From her words, I guessed Alpha hadn’t told her we were living together. We weren’t living together, but in a sense, we were, at least, that’s what was implied to those who considered us a real couple.
The irony of the situation left a charred taste in my mouth as we sat down to dinner. Luna kept talking, and I mostly nodded politely or gave short answers, slowly eating my food.
Alpha’s sharp gaze fell on several tis, and I noticed he was paying attention to the amount of food on my plate. He said nothing, simply silently adding more, which I barely finished.
Fortunately, dinner ended quickly, and we said goodnight before hurrying upstairs.
I climbed the luxurious staircase wearily. My gaze fell on the spot where we’d perford oral sex, and tears welled up in my eyes again, my shoulders slumping.
It seed like sothing from a distant past. While I was slowly sinking into his trance, he was rely satisfying his lust.
"To my room," Alpha called quietly from behind, and I headed toward his. Stepping inside, I turned to face him and cleared my throat.
"I won’t sleep in the sa bed with you. We can share a room, but don’t even think about touching ." I made everything clear to him.
Alpha elegantly unfastened his cufflinks, his obsidian eyes fixed on and locked on my face. "I’ll take the sofa. Don’t worry."
"Okay." Feeling uneasy under his gaze, I walked away and headed for the walk-in closet. I was sure Asbela had moved my clothes there.
Checking where my clothes were supposed to hang, I discovered she’d only brought sexy, low-cut nightgowns, see-through soft sh, and silk ones.
Damn! Where were my cozy, warm, strawberry-print sleepsuits? I couldn’t wear them in front of this cold monster. He’d think I was trying to seduce him.
"Do you want to go to the bathroom first, or if you need ti, can I do that?" Alpha called from outside, not going inside.
"Go." The door clicked and closed a few seconds later, and an idea flashed in my head. I quickly moved over to him and began rummaging through his clothes and belongings.
Everything was perfectly organized in his enormous walk-in closet. From wristwatches to platinum and diamond cufflinks and three-piece suits. Even his underwear was neatly folded in a drawer, which I accidentally opened.
Sothing peeked out from underneath, a color that wasn’t Alpha’s style at all. I reached inside, pulled it out with my thumb, and my mouth dropped open in amazent.
My strawberry shorts...
The very ones that conveniently disappeared when I offered them to him. He’d damn well kept them. I knew it... a warm, tingling feeling crept into my heart, but I suppressed it as quickly as it had co.
Looking at them with mixed feelings, I tucked them back where I’d found them. My heart was pounding in my chest. Why would he need my shorts? Just why?
Maybe he had this disgusting fetish, keeping the shorts of won he’d slept with.
Ugh! The thought made sick, but there were no other won’s underwear there, only my shorts, safely tucked between his.
His personality was so contradictory that I couldn’t understand it.
Turning away, I grabbed one of the satin pajamas and began changing. It consisted of a red halter-necked tank top that reached to my knees and a silk robe of the sa ruby hue.
Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I realized I definitely needed to talk to Asbela. The poor thing must think she was doing a favor, not realizing that the relationship had been ruined by her Alpha before it even began.
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