Mated to Four Alphas Chapter 270: Flashback - 10

Damon’s POV

When I ordered the food, I didn’t really know that Silas was allergic to mushrooms.

But when he told —like it was nothing big—I panicked, because I had ordered mushroom dishes. They’re my favorite, that’s why.

But since Silas has an allergy, I won’t eat those mushrooms again.

Well, I had never thought that I would be ready to stop eating my favorite food for soone.

Silas is different. The mont my eyes landed on him for the first ti, I fell for him at first sight. That was the main reason I talked to him back then.

"Damon, what are you thinking?"

When I heard him calling my na, I snapped out of my thoughts and glanced at him.

He was looking at . Those eyes of his were sparkling with just one gaze of mine. His lips wouldn’t stop smiling.

"Silas, tell more about yourself. I want to know you better," I asked.

Because what he likes, what he hates, what his hobbies are—I need to learn everything about him.

"There’s nothing special about . Tell about yourself. Which food don’t you like?"

He looks extrely adorable right now, even just talking to . But then I glanced at the alphas sitting beside us, a little farther away.

Their gaze was also on Silas. As expected, he is beautiful. That’s why flies always try to hang around him.

"Silas, let see your hand."

He seed confused, but he still let take his hand. I stared at his palm and tapped my finger on it.

But it wasn’t just a tap—I touched him while releasing a bit of my pheromones.

And he understood that. That’s why he’s now blushing, looking at .

"What was that, Damon?"

"I was just fooling around. And I hate mushrooms. I haven’t liked them since childhood."

I lied, but it’s not like I felt guilty or anything.

Because if I have to choose between eating mushrooms or staying with Silas, then I won’t even think twice before choosing Silas.

His eyes lit up when he heard that I don’t like mushrooms.

"Then why did you order the mushroom dish?"

"Silas, I ordered that for you."

I tried to explain in the hope that he wouldn’t ask more, and thank God, he really understood and didn’t ask further.

anwhile, the food got served in front of us. He started serving food onto his plate first—I guess he was really hungry, which is cute.

But then he placed that plate in front of , the one he had just filled.

My heart skipped a beat just seeing his gesture. A smile spread across my lips.

I picked up the chopsticks and spoon and started to eat, and he did the sa.

My eyes were only scanning him while his whole focus was on eating.

His mouth is really so small. It won’t open more than a few inches.

I doubt if even three of my fingers could fit in his mouth.

"What happened? Why are you looking at like that, Damon?"

I think I stared too hard without even realizing.

"Nothing, I’m just looking at you. Can’t I look if I want to?"

His cheeks flushed and his ears turned red hearing . He’s such a tease. Whenever I hit on him, he gives such a great reaction that I want to tease him more.

"By the way, Silas. After this, should we go shopping? There’s a great place where you can buy anything."

I suggested it because I read sowhere that ogas like shopping. So this was my chance to take him and get him sothing.

"Damon, I don’t like shopping at all. And I already have many things, so there’s no need to buy more."

Huh? What? He doesn’t like shopping? Did I read that wrong? Why doesn’t he like shopping like other ogas?

When we finished eating, he said he would pay for what we ate.

But how could I let him pay when I was the one who suggested eating outside?

And he ca to our pack—it would be very rude to let him pay. That’s why I paid.

And when we ca out, it had already started to snow.

Because of that, everyone was closing their shops and heading ho, since the sky was also getting darker in the middle of the afternoon.

Silas joined his hand with mine, which made glance at him.

"Damon, let’s hurry to the palace. Who knows if the snowfall gets heavier and we get stuck here."

Well, even if we did get stuck here, it wouldn’t be a loss.

Getting stuck in heavy snowfall with an oga like Silas—I don’t see any disadvantage in that.

It was just my wishful thinking, nothing more. As we reached the carriage, we found the roads were blocked because of the heavy snowfall.

"Now what will we do, Damon?" he asked.

He looked worried. I think he was imagining that we’d have to stay outside in this heavy snow or sothing.

"Don’t worry. Even if we can’t go back, there’ll still be a roof over our heads."

I brought him to a luxurious place where they only offer big, elegant rooms. After all, I want the best of everything for him.

When I booked the room, I specifically got just one. And he didn’t say anything, even after hearing.

"It’s cold, and we won’t feel as cold if we stay together," I explained to him.

"Yes, I understand. That’s why I didn’t say anything," he said.

A servant showed us to our room. After getting in, I locked the door and turned around.

As I did, I saw he was standing near the window, looking outside. I guess he really likes the snow.

I walked toward him and stood beside him.

"Silas, you really like snow this much, huh?"

"Yeah... It’s new for , that’s why. But what are we going to do now? It’s only afternoon. We can’t sleep now, right?"

"Who said we can’t sleep? Look—the sky is dark already. That ans it’s telling us to take a nap," I said.

Because everything was perfect for a proper nap. Even the cold air felt just right.