Page 91 of Feral Alphas

“Yes,mi amor. There’s a dress and shoes for you in your wardrobe, and we’ll go to dinner. Sound good?”

Colt and Luka exchange worried looks but I ignore them. I’m doing things right, at least this once.

She squeals and kicks her heels against the counter, almost kicking the tent in my pants. I’ll keep that happy fellow at bay until I’ve done all the steps, but I’m not waiting past midnight.

I sneak glances at my beautiful omega as I help her out of the car and pass my keys to the parking attendant. I’m not the only one staring as I tuck her hand through my arm.

The black and white satin couture dress I bought her hugs Rose’s curves, the lace overlay across her shoulders and chest discrete but form fitting. Asymmetrical, the white skirt lifts at the front, revealing her legs from the knee down framed by the skirt’s back which sweeps near the ground. She’s a bit unsteady on her strappy heels, but she beams at me as I lead her in through the gilded doors to the building that hosts Vey Leonardos.

Rose hesitates when we get to the elevators. “Are there stairs?” she asks.

I throw her a smile, charmed. “The restaurant’s on the top floor,mi amor. That’s twenty flights of stairs. I don’t think you’ll make it in heels.”

“Oh.” Her face falls. “Okay then.”

“Just hold onto me,” I offer as we step into the mirrored box, and she dives her face into my chest. I remind myself she hasn’t had these sorts of experiences before and wrap my arms around her.

She’s trembling by the time we get to the top floor, and I rub her bare arms as I lead her out. “Well done,” I murmur, stroking her half-up hair.

Rose nods, like she’s steadying herself and sucks in a deep breath. “I can do this.”

“We can do this,” I reassure her and lead her forward. A date is fun, not something to endure.

Vey Leonardos is everything it promised online, filling the whole top floor with the tables spread around the vast expanses of glass overlooking the city. An open kitchen dominates the room’s center.

Rose releases her death grip on me to totter to the windows. “Look, Kye! You can see the whole city! And all the lights!”

I smile as I follow her. “You’re right. We’re twenty floors up. Our house is somewhere way over there,” I point, indicating a few other landmarks she might know like the Omega Center.

The front of house staff catch up to us. “Do you have a reservation, sir?”

Apparently I’ll never be able to hear the word sir again without thinking of Luka. I smile and give the hostess my name and she twitches alert. “Are you ready to be seated, Mr Romdine?”

“Yes, I think we are.” I take Rose’s hand, marveling at how soft she feels under my fingers. Her awe makes me want to put her on aplane right now and show her the whole world, but we’ll start with something more affordable. The hostess shows us to our window seats and indicates the menu. I flick through it to make sure it’s the same as the online version and check the specials, before ordering theantipasto all’italiana.

“Is there anything you don’t eat, Rose?” I ask.

She shrugs. “There’s not a lot I’ve tried.”

I smile at her, taking in the sparkle in her green eyes. Faint shadows line the undersides, but she smiles back at me. “Then let’s find out, shall we?”

She nods eagerly and I order veal for myself and thetubettoniwith cauliflower and chickpeas for her, intending to share. For good measure I add tiramisu and almond sorbet for after. Rose could stand to put on a few pounds.

“And a bottle of your ’62 white,” I add as the waitress turns to leave.

Yeah, so maybe I’m spending a bit much, but our first date needs to be perfect. I’ll ease up after today. Rose keeps staring out the window and I admire her profile. Her round cheeks in her heart-shaped face shine under the lights, and I want to stroke them forever and never stop.

I slide a velvet box out of my pocket and set it on the table with a click loud enough to grab her attention.

“Rose, I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but I want to let you know how happy I am you chose me.” My heart flutters simply talking about it, and I reach for her hand across the table. “I promise to always do my best for you and make you happy.” I ease the lid open, and she gasps.

“It’s beautiful, Kye!” she exclaims, running her finger over the diamond and emerald studded ring.

“May I put it on you?”

She nods eagerly and I circle the table and go down on one knee, kissing her hand before I slip the eternity ring onto her left ring finger.

“I’ll always be yours,” I promise, kissing the ring as I settle it over her knuckle.

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