My face was still buried under his Adam’s apple, my nose nuzzled the curve of his throat, where his heartbeat was pounding erratically,
“I thought you regretted our kiss,” my lips murmured against his hot skin. His grip on me tightened, my small, soft feminine body moulded perfectly with his hard masculine one.
“You are wrong, sweet cheeks, I would never regret that kiss.” He gave me a reassuring smile and pecked my lips softly. We both were so engrossed with each other.
Paul’s voice snapped us out of our little bubble, “I’m Paul Harington, Catherine’s best friend,” he narrowed his grass-green eyes at Xander.
“Alexander Knight,” They both shook their hands and nodded at each other. Their posture was as stiff as a rod, the tension in the atmosphere was so thick and it could be cut with a knife.
“I’ll cut your balls if you hurt her,” Paul warned him with a snarl, the testosterone was so strong in the air.
“That will be the last thing, I would think,” Xander grimaced.
“Guys! Chill, will you?” I tried to calm them by standing in between them and I placed my palms against each other’s chest to maintain some distance between them.
“Sweetcheeks, will you have dinner with me?” Alexander asked me lovingly, ignoring Paul’s presence.
“Sure,” I chirped. “Paul, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hugged him and assured him with a smile that I’ll be okay with Xander.
We both entered his car and he began driving to the restaurant that was what I thought, “Don’t you have a job to do?” I broke the silence, I never saw him doing or going to any work, so I asked him this question.
“Right now I’m focusing on my pack and I let Aiden, my second brother to take care of our business.” He glanced at me for a brief moment and resumed his focus on the road. I made an ‘O’ with my round lips, which made him chuckle at my reaction.
His car came to a halt in front of his home, last time I didn’t notice the exterior because I was so busy arguing with a stubborn man. It was not a house, it was a mansion. We entered through the sky-high large gates.
His mansion had that antic touch, it had a Victorian style. It took the breath away from me, both the exterior and the interior was craved with perfection.
“What are we doing in your place? Didn’t you ask me for dinner?” I frowned and my face was laced with confusion.
“I’m going to prepare dinner for you, sweet cheeks, in my home,” he looked at me in adoration and intertwined his fingers with mine, which made my cheeks to tinge with pink.
We both entered his massive kitchen, I made myself comfortable in one of those island stools and he began to prepare our meal, he looks gorgeous yet broken.
He was a broken mirror and I was ready to cut myself with him.
I decided to help him so I stood up from my place and walked by his side.
“What are you making, chef?” I asked him with a professional tone, he looked at me with amusement and shook his head with a hearty laugh, which sent a jolt of electricity through my spine, I shivered involuntarily.
“Pasta, your granny told me you love pasta.” He told me with a gentle smile.
“Let me help you,”
“You don’t have to sweet cheeks,”
“But I want to,” I whined like a child.
“Fine, you can help me with cutting these capsicums,” He handed me four capsicums.
I focused my attention on the task in my hand, I was so busy chopping these capsicums. Suddenly I felt his body standing behind me. I could feel his heat on my back, his masculine scent made me intoxicated and weak on my knees
“Catherine…” he whispered huskily and his arms engulfed me in a warm hug, he spun me around and slammed his lips on mine and began to eat my mouth.
I circled my arms around his neck and began tugging at his soft brown hair, which made him groan.
“Alpha, Alex!” someone’s voice made us snap out of our heated make-out session, we both were panting heavily, he rested his forehead against mine, our gaze never wavering. He grazed my cheek lovingly with his feather-like touch.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he kissed my left cheek and left me in his kitchen to visit the person.
I was still under his spell. I grabbed a glass of water and sipped it to calm my ragging heart.
It had been five minutes since Xander left, so I decided to check on him. As I made my way to the living room, I heard a woman talking to Xander. It was Tyra, the one who claimed her as his girlfriend.
What the hell was she doing here!
As soon as Tyra spotted me, her nose flared, her hands were fisted and she looks like a rampant bull ready to attack.
“This skank is a human, she can never bear a werewolf’s child especially an Alpha’s,” She spat at me with so much venom, pointing an accusing finger at me,
“Are you choosing her over me? I’m an Alpha’s daughter,” She continued, it kind of hurts to admit that she was right, I can’t give him a child that was what the girl in his pack told me.
“Enough!” Xander ordered in his authoritative tone, which instantly made her shut up.
“I will never tolerate anyone to disrespect her!” he yelled at her, his nerves were popping out of his neck and he looks so dangerous. Tyra bent her head, I think it was an act of submission.
“Now get the fuck out of my mansion!” he growled at her and she stormed out of the place without a word.