Page 133 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

Within seconds, I am kissing him with all the passion I can muster. And then, without another thought, I sink my teeth into his lower lip, feeling his blood trickle into my mouth.

He moans softly, his hands gripping my hips as I drink from him. The taste of him is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

But just as quickly as it began, I pull away, breaking the kiss and staring into his eyes.

He’s smiling now. “Gods, you are sexy! You distract me! I need to cook before I lay you out on this counter and fuck you.”

I laugh as I watch him adjust his cock and walk away.

I watch him, impressed by his skill and the way he effortlessly navigates the kitchen. He definitely looks like a seasoned chef.

“What’s your specialty?” I ask.

“Well, I make a mean soup, among other things.” He grins and winks at me.

I laugh. “I already know that! What else do you like to cook?”

Liam considers for a moment. “I like to make so many things and enjoy experimenting with different flavors and cuisines. But most of all, I just love cooking for someone special.”

“That’s sweet.”

“What do you actually eat, by the way? Other than soup?”

“To be honest, I hate the texture of food, but I need it to stay alive. Mostly, I prefer my food in a blended version.”

“Interesting. I’ll take that as a challenge.”

I giggle, “Oh, really?”

“It’ll be fun. I get to experiment and try to make meals that are at least palatable for you. And maybe some that you might actually enjoy.”

“Wow! That’s so kind of you. I’m a lucky girl.”

He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “The pleasure’s all mine, Selene.”

As he flips the omelet in the pan, his phone suddenly starts ringing.

We both freeze, exchanging a worried look. Liam hesitates before reluctantly grabbing the phone to see who’s calling.

I watch as his expression shifts from curiosity to concern, and then to outright fear. My heart sinks as I realize that something must be terribly wrong.

“Liam, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice trembling with fear.

He looks up at me with worry-filled eyes. “No one ever calls me at this time. Unless something’s wrong.”

My stomach churns at the thought of what he might hear on the other end of the line. “Answer it, Liam. It could be an emergency.”

“I know.” He says grimly and brings the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

I watch as he listens intently to the voice on the other end, his face growing increasingly grim with each passing second.

“Who is it?” I whisper.

“It’s Alyssa.”

“Alyssa? The sheriff?”

He nods, whispering, “Yeah, she’s really upset. I need to go to her house.”

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