Mated to Four Alphas Chapter 32: Lysander is cool

Silas’s POV

"Why are you here, pig?"

"Huh? You were still sleeping?! ...Go get ready. I’m kinda hungry, so let’s go eat breakfast."

Wow, so now he’s hungry—that’s why this man ca to disturb . And what about ? I was hungry too... for my sleep, of course.

"Don’t bother and get lost." I was about to slam the door in his face, but he grabbed it and refused to let go.

"Silas, don’t be so an! Co with —I feel so alone without you."

"Damn piggy, you’re not alone. I’m sure you have plenty of friends. Go eat with them. I’m busy right now, so let sleep!"

But this guy wasn’t ready to listen to anything I was saying, and now it was starting to make a little angry.

"Piggy, do you want to give you sothing sweet in the morning?" A creepy smile appeared on my lips.

"You’re not talking about dessert, are you? You an a beating, right? I knew it—you talk like a thug."

What? A thug?! Is he out of his mind? How could he compare to those ugly-faced thugs? Wait... does he think I look like that? How dare he?!

"Pig, you’re crossing the line now."

Hearing that, he suddenly looked down.

"What line are you talking about? There’s no line, and I didn’t even step over your doorway."

Huh. This stupid man... How did he even beco an actor? Co to think of it, no one really knows anything about Lysander’s family background or which pack he’s from. His past is a complete mystery to his fans.

"Silas, please co with to the rooftop cafeteria. People keep staring at whenever I go there alone."

People stare at him? Isn’t he the most popular guy around? I guess they’re just jealous. He might not care about their attention, but I guess he does care about their judgnt.

Sigh. Now I don’t have a choice.

"I’ll be ready in ten minutes. Now, leave."

He quickly went back to his room, though his door remained open. I, on the other hand, locked my door and went to take a bath. But afterward, I couldn’t decide what to wear, so I threw on a loose blue chibi-printed T-shirt and shorts.

As I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes widened—I was looking damn hot and sexy.

Wow... I’m really beautiful. My legs were slim and looked perfect.

I was perfect in every way.

Grabbing my phone, I stepped out and locked my door. While locking it, I made just enough noise so Lysander could hear and co out of his room. But when he didn’t, I glanced inside and saw him lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Telling to get ready, and now he’s sleeping?! This damn piggy!

I marched into his room and tapped his cheek.

"Hey, wake up... Hey! Can’t you hear , piggy? Wake up!"

He didn’t even move, even when I shook him.

"If you don’t wake up now, I’m gonna slap you—really hard."

I stretched out my hand and was about to slap him when, suddenly, he snapped open his eyes, grabbed my wrist with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around my waist—pulling on top of him.

"Silas, don’t tell ... you’re feeling horny right now?"

I struggled to get off him, but he held down firmly by my waist.

"Don’t try to be smart. Let go, or else—"

Before I could finish, he suddenly flipped us over, pinning underneath him.

My heart started pounding—whether from fear, nervousness, or excitent, I couldn’t tell. But one thing was certain—I was feeling really hot.

"Lysander... move."

He leaned in, closing the distance between our lips until only a few inches remained. I could feel his breath against my skin.

"If you do anything, I won’t talk to you, Lysander."

Hearing that, he let out a sigh, moved away, and pulled up before standing himself.

"Silas, let’s go."

I sat there frozen—there was nothing on my mind, nor was I lost in thought. My mind was completely blank, and I just sat there, staring at one spot.

"Are you scared because of what I just did? ...Sorry if I scared you."

To be honest, it wasn’t scary, but my heart was beating way too fast. Having an alpha so close to ... I couldn’t handle it.

"Just don’t do that again next ti."

"Of course, I won’t. But what if you pounce on instead?"

"That’s not funny, piggy."

We both stepped out of his room, locked the door, and headed to the main building.

As soon as we arrived, I noticed several other actors coming over to greet Lysander.

So... he has a lot of friends.

Wait. Didn’t he just tell he was alone?

"Why did you lie to ?" I asked.

"When did I lie?"

Wow. Now he’s pretending like he doesn’t know. I was about to argue when the elevator door opened, leading us to the cafeteria.

As we stepped inside, everyone’s attention was on . But this ti, instead of just staring, soone actually approached —an oga.

"Lysander, wanna eat with ?"

Oh. So they were here for Lysander.

I was wrong—they didn’t care about at all.

Like a good person, I left him with the oga and walked toward the kitchen counter. I grabbed a plate, but before I could pick out my food—

"Why did you leave alone there?"

Lysander had already followed . He grabbed a plate, handed it to the chef, and told him what he wanted to eat.

Wait... so this is how the chef takes orders?

I never knew, because until now, he’s never taken my order. He just glares at like I’m so kind of criminal. That’s why I always eat whatever food is placed on the kitchen counter for those who can’t decide what to order.

"Silas, what are you waiting for? Give him your plate and tell him your order."

Just as I expected, the chef started glaring at again—like I had personally told Lysander to say that in front of him.

"No thanks, Lysander. This chef doesn’t take my orders."

"What do you an by that?"

I stared at the chef, watching his facial expression shift. He smiled at Lysander, then turned to give orders to the other kitchen staff.

Just like I thought. That chef kind of hates .