Page 23 of Perfectly Yours

I sigh and pull away from him after he’s done with my hair, slipping out of the bathroom so that I don’t con him into taking me into my nest again. The maid will need time to fumigate this small space anyway, or at the very least change the sheets in my nest. My cheeks heat at the thought of the mess the maids have to clean up, memories of how often we christen other spaces in this house.

Ignoring the embarrassment, I grab my sandals and rush to the kitchen, hoping to grab something sweet before we leave. Macon will grunt at my choice of a snack but I don’t care. Two steps into the open layout and I halt. Cider. Spicy and sweet. I rush forward, eyes peeled for the owner of the scent, praying that Ellie will be just around the corner.

My cock fills in my pants as I drink in her lingering scent, frantically rushing around the living room and tiles to find her. Rational thought would tell me she’s not here but why would she come and not say hi? Why was she here at all? Is my desire for her just manifesting her scent?

A strong arm winds around my waist, pulling me into a hard chest, lips pressed against my bite mark. “Baby, what is going on? You’re all flustered. We don’t have to go.” I wait for him to register her scent as his breathing slows, his body going rigid behind me. Seconds later, his cock thickens against my ass, his arm tightening around my waist, a low purr rumbling through his chest. “Ellie was here?”

“Yes,” I whine. “But why? Her scent is everywhere, Macon-” I take large breaths, rewarded with her scent mingling with mine and my Alpha’s. My eyes widen as I think of the only reason she would have been here. “You don’t think your mother hired a new maid, do you?”

“Hired Ellie? I don’t think we could be that lucky. Let’s…” He clears his throat. “Let’s just go meet my mother and get that over with. Then we’ll figure out what is going on.”

“Her scent… it’s tired and sweeter than usual. I don’t—Macon-”

My Alpha turns me around, looking deep into my eyes. “We will figure this out but right now, you’re going to stress yourself out. I love you but deep breaths. There you go. Maybe we’ve been granted a miracle and she’s stumbled right back into our laps but we can’t force this.”

Macon is slow to release me and I’m even slower to head for the front door. Time to go deal with the mother-in-law from hell and then hopefully return to the Beta I’ve been pining for.

Chapter eighteen

MACON

Ellie being in my home wasn’t on my bingo card this week but I’m all for it, even more so since I know my mother hired a new Beta maid in place of the Omega she tried to shove into my home last week. That shit was beyond disrespectful. I still remember that moment clear as day, the moment when Savin finally accepted that this house was just as much his as it was mine. Being proud of Savin for voicing his desires didn’t even cut it. My disdain for my mother, however, grew tenfold.

Savin giggles as we step inside. His body freezes against mine, his nostrils flaring as his fingers dig into my waist. “There’s an Omega in here.” I don’t doubt it, even if the only thing I scent is a sweeter smell than usual. My mother has been in charge of hiring staff, our only requirement is that it be a Beta so that it doesn’t mess with either of us. Savin isn’t too fond of additional Alpha presences in our home and I am always wary around Omegas because of the few times they’ve tried to shove Savin aside for a chance at me.

We might be mated and married but both of us have had to deal with advances. The least we can do is keep those moments outside our house.

I shed my shoes and set down our takeout, Savin rushing forward as the foyer opens up to the kitchen and living room. He stops when his gaze locks on a woman humming by the stove, dancing to her own melody. My Omega fists his hands at his sides, growling under his breath as I move to stand beside him. The woman looks up and grins, squealing as her gaze locks with mine.

“Goddess, I’ve seen you two in pictures but never up close. So beautiful.”

The faint smell of spaghetti bolognese meets my nose, my suspicions growing. For one thing, we rarely meet the staff that works in the house. They work during the day while Savin and I are out, or come through in the evenings by the time we’ve retired to Savin’s nest. Our privacy comes first and Savin has requested more than once that he wants to completely relax when he comes home—illness and all.

The woman scurries around the counter, throwing out a hand for me to shake as she ignores Savin. “Melinda but most people call me Melli.”

I frown, staring at her hand and then back at her. “I’m confused why you’re here, Melli. Care to explain?”

She giggles, the sound like nails on a chalkboard. Savin is nearly vibrating with anger at my side, an Omega in our house. An Omega we don’t know and who is clearly trying to pull my attention. Unfortunately, if I react the way that I want to, Savin will pay for it. I fold my arms across my chest, masking my confusion and growing rage. There’s only one reason she has access to our kitchen but I need those words to come from her mouth.

Melli drops her hand, still unaware that I’m not going to entertain her advances. She’s adorable, I suppose, but not my type. She’s also not my mate or my husband—I already have one of those. “Your mother mentioned that you might like a nice home-cooked meal.”

And there it is. The reason she’s here. My mother has never shied away from forcing me on blind dates, even trying to continue them after I married Savin. However, she’s never been this brazen. I tamper down my growl but am not quick enough, Melli’s eyes growing wide as she takes a step back. “Melli, you shouldn’t be here. Yes, I am very aware of what my mother probably said to you. I’ll speak to her. Please grab your things and leave.”

Melli whines, about to fight my command when Savin marches to the kitchen. I know what’s going to happen before it does, Savin not exactly lenient when it comes to those who don’t listen. I’ve caught him more than once making sure Betas and Omegas vying for my attention understand that I’m not interested. I could have made the same statement but watching Savin take charge? Goddess, I have never been so hard.

Savin stares into the pot and in the next second, picks up the entire dish and throws it against the wall to his right. Red sauce and meat splatter across the wall as the pan crashes to the ground, flecks spraying back on my Omega. He hisses as some hits his cheek, whirling around to find Melli a few steps from him, looking at the mess in horror. “Why the fuck would you do that? I worked all day on that!”

I’m not sure why the meal would take all day but I let Savin take control. This is his moment. “You come into my house and disrespect my family. You’re not here to work. You’re here for a crack at my husband. My mate.” He angles his head and pushes his hair out of the way, showing off his bondmark. “You fucking knew what you were doing too because it’s not exactly a secret.”

“But…”

Savin then swipes his finger through the sauce on his cheek before sticking it into his mouth. “Your cooking also tastes like shit.” I hold back a chuckle, knowing that my Omega is full of shit. It’s not hard to tell when he likes something, his pupils growing or the way his entire body shivers. His scent also sweetens the slightest bit, however, the way he hasn’t backed down from her is priceless.

Melli screams at his antics, grabbing her purse as she pushes past me and out the door. No doubt she’ll call my mother in a few minutes, sobbing and crying that dinner has been ruined by Savin. I face the kitchen again, unsure of what to say. Savin is staring at the sauced wall, seething, his scent moving between stale and muted.

When I step up behind him, he flinches. “Don’t give me a speech about jealousy. She should have never been in our house, Macon.”

I rest my chin on the top of his head, wrapping my arms around him. “I wasn’t going to, baby. I just knew that you would rather handle it. Besides, I might not have been able to control myself the way you had. Come on, let’s eat all that grease you conned me into buying.” I turn him around in my arms, a tight smile playing on his lips as he scrunches up his nose.

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