Page 53 of The Beast's Betrayed Mate
“And what do we do?” Peter asked.
“You wait here. It’ll hopefully only take no more than a day,” Michael said, calmingly.
Peter wished he could argue against it, but he knew he was right. After all, Michael was the alpha and he trusted him implicitly. Besides, They hadn’t put it into words but they were basically asking him to stay behind to guard their loved ones.
“Okay,” he said.
“Okay,” Michael echoed, small smile of thanks on his lips.
***
Peter rested back against the headboard of the bed, watching as Olive removed the clothes she’d been lent by Ella, one item at a time. First she pushed the jeans off her hips, keeping the underwear on. Then she pulled the sweater over her head. She’d borrowed a sport’s bra and it squished her breasts together in exciting ways.
“Hey,” he said.
She smiled, not looking at him as she replied, “Hello.”
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m kind of great,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Even with this existential threat hanging over us, I kind of feel like there’s no one else I’d rather be with right now,” she said.
“No one else than… me?” he asked, the need for clarification non-existent, but he knew it would make the smile broaden.
It did, those blue eyes of hers meeting his.
She pulled the hairband out of her braid, shaking her head until her blonde locks were tumbling over her shoulders. A broad smile spread over his mouth; he wanted her in the bed with him already.
“How about you come here?” he asked.
“What’ll happen if I do?” she retorted.
He smirked. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”
She crawled onto the bed, not needing more encouragement, and just as she was about to join her lips with his, she fell to the side. Pulling the covers over her she disappeared from sight completely amid a fit of giggles.
He shook his head at her, then lifted the covers, sinking down to join her underneath them. It was dark. He could see fine, but he didn’t think she could. He was right because the following moment her finger poked him in the eye.
“Ow,” he complained.
“Oh, sorry!” she said. “I was trying to find you.”
“I’m here.”
“Yeah, you are,” she smiled, flattening her palm against his cheek. “You always were, you know,” she added.
“What?” he wondered.
“You were always there. With me somehow,” she said. “And I made a mess of understanding how to be… loved.”
“Me too,” he agreed.
“But I think this is real,” she said.
“Definitely very real,” he agreed. “And… stuffy.”
