Page 42 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
“It smells so good,” I say, smiling as I look at the flames.
“Be careful, Azura, it’s very hot,” Marcel warns. The heat of the grill is nothing compared to the burning pain in my chest.
“I don’t mind getting burned,” I reply quietly before giving him a smile. “So, where did you go on holiday?”
“Well, I was in Scotland for the most part, and then I stopped at a few places before my visit to Alejandro was cut short.” I can feel Leo’s irritation, but I don’t bother paying him any attention.
“I’m sorry about that,” I reply as I pick up the platter of cooked meat and carry it to the round table, where everything is already set up. I don’t want to sit at the table with him, but I have no choice.
When Corrado jumps into the seat between Marcel and me, I expect Leo to take the seat next to his father, but instead, he takes the seat on my left. I clench my jaw but don’t even spare him a glance as I begin filling my plate. Nikki sits down last, placing her hand on Leo’s bulging bicep before she moves back, a small smile on her face.
“It’s tasty!” Corrado declares, and I smile as I carry on building my tower burger.
“That’s so big!”
“Well, she’s got a big gob,” Leo remarks.
I clench my jaw. Yeah, I fucking do, or I wouldn’t have been able to take your damn dick! I should have bitten it off when I had the fucking chance...
“Leo, be nice,” Nikki says, despite the small, amused smile on her face.
“Oh, it’s okay. I get a lot of people jealous of my big mouth. Are you jealous, Little Alpha?” I ask sweetly, turning my attention to Leo. He raises his eyebrow as he looks at me.
“No. How about you? Jealous?”
We aren’t talking about my lips anymore.
“Keep talking,” I challenge him with a dangerous smirk, satisfied when his confidence falters. “Oh, yes, Marcel, what is the law against marking someone without permission?” Leo’s hand shoots out under the table, grabbing my thigh as he gives it a squeeze in a warning. Marcel frowns as he stares at my neck before his eyes meet mine.
“It’s a serious crime, one that would be taken to the court of Selene.”
Leo scoffs, “No one from this pack is going to ever be trialled at the court.”
“Why not, Daddy?” Corrado asks. I discreetly try to push Leo’s hand off me. His fingers on my inner thigh are driving me nuts, with equal desire and anger.
“Because -”
“We follow the council, Leo. We are part of this country and its rules.”
“I follow no rules.”
Right. If he’s not going to remove his fucking hand… then I’m just going to have to remove it for him.One last chance, fucker.
I glare at him, but he simply gives me another one of his cold, emotionless glares that ooze power and dominance. Nope? Okay.
I pick up the knife and cut my burger down the middle before slipping my hand under the table, knife in hand. Everyone is too busy eating, or, in Marcel’s case, trying to get Leo to acknowledge the court. Leo is arrogantly ignoring him, drinking some Coca-Cola, so I take the chance, slamming the knife into his hand that grips my thigh and clench my teeth as I feel the blade dig into my leg.
Good. It means I went right through his fucking hand.
“The fuck!” Leo growls, his knee hitting the table and jolting the entire thing as he almost spills his coke. Sitting up straight, he turns sharply, glaring at me with steely blue eyes. That’s what you get for fucking touching me! His murderous aura swirls around him, but I am not going to get fucking intimidated by him.
“What?” I snap, yanking the knife from his hand and my leg before quickly wiping the blade clean on my pants.
“What happened?” Nikki exclaims.
“I can smell blood,” Marcel says, getting up as Leo smoothly shoves his hand into his pocket, his eyes flashing.
“Sorry, I just accidentally cut myself. I didn’t realise how sharp the knife was,” I reassure him, blinking at him innocently before waving my hand. “It’s nothing at all.”
