Page 134 of Her Destined Alpha
“Rayhan!” She whimpered, despite the fact that her arousal was swirling around me, clearly showing me she was turned on. It was driving me crazy.
“I’ll be quick, Kitten, and I’ll try going easy so you can at least walk to dinner tonight,” I growled, sucking hard on her neck.
“Sounds like a plan,” she said, biting her lip softly.
Her eyes changed to that same reddish gold, the outline appearing darker, and her lips deepened in colour, looking fuller – a change that I was seeing more often. Although it made me wonder what she was, I didn’t really care.
Her arms locked around my neck, and I kissed her hungrily, not caring about the slight change in her scent either. It only drove me crazier and made my dick instantly hard. Regardless of what the change in her was, she was still my mate, one that I fucking loved.
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Icould barely walk when we were done, and Rayhan found it incredibly amusing. The man was sexy and panty-wetting hot, but he was a tease. It had taken me at least an hour before I felt my legs were up to bearing my weight a little.
I hated that I couldn’t tell him about Raihana’s dreams, but I had promised her…
It was nearly time for dinner, so we had showered and gotten dressed. I had opted for a sky-blue satin wrap dress with long cuffed balloon sleeves. I was about to put some tights on but watching Rayhan’s eyes trail over my legs made me decide to simply put on some white heels instead. I pinned my hair back from the centre, making a small quiff like Raihana had shown me.
We were seated around the dining table, which was made out of actual marble! I could see the flecks of gold in it; elegant, modern, yet very glamorous.
“The food is delicious,” I said, eating some of the chicken. I was seated next to Rayhan, with Raihana opposite me next to her mom, and Papa Raf at the head of the table.
“That’s good; the cooks are excellent. Especially since Rafael here is a very fussy eater,” Maria said. Papa Raf looked up, reminding me of a deer caught in headlights.
“In my defence, I just don’t like vegetables,” he pouted. “Come on, Mari darling, do you blame me when I have someone as perfect as you as my mate?”
“What have vegetables and Mom got to do with each other?” Raihana asked before scrunching her nose. “Eww, Dad! I hope it’s not what I think it is.” Maria shook her head, whilst Papa Raf just grinned.
“Then you should really zip it, Ri,” Rayhan smirked. His fingers brushed circles on my leg, sending tinglesthrough me and making my core ache. “Oh yeah, Mom, what did you want earlier?” My cheeks heated up as I stared down at my plate, feeling so mortified.
“Oh. It was nothing important, nothing that can’t wait,” she said with a small smile.
“Well, since that’s not important, there’s something I want to share with you all,” Papa Raf announced, looking at us all, although his focus was on Maria.
“Oh?” Maria asked, raising an eyebrow as she ate gracefully.
Rayhan’s hand stopped tracing circles, resting it on my thigh, his fingers dangerously close to my core.
“Despite us being wolves… Maria, you know my mother was a hybrid, and I am to some extent immune to certain things, which I actually realise is quite common in males from witch bloodlines.” Maria froze, and I realised that was a very good point. Although Rayhan didn’t have as much immunity as his father, who did have all the traits of a man born of witches, there were moments he wasn’t as affected as he should have been.
“You are not one of them,” she said, coldly placing her fork down.
“I can’t deny that my mother was one. Regardless of the path she chose, she didn’t define me,” he said quietly, taking her hand.
“You are not one of them!” she exclaimed, trying to pull her hand free, but he refused to let go. My heart was thundering, and I could see the pain in Raihana’s eyes too.
“Why are you even talking nonsense, Rafael?” she cried angrily.
“Because I’m saying you still love me, despite the fact I am her blood. She is the one responsible for the death of your brother, your friends, and our pack members, not the entire witch community.” His voice was soothing. I could see from the tender love in his eyes that he truly loved the woman before him, and even causing her this much distress was hurting him too. It was painful to watch. I looked at Rayhan, who was watching keenly yet remained emotionless.
“That’s not the same! Stop it, Rafael! I hate them, their kind, their offspring, their very existence! May they all rot in hell!” she shouted, making me suck in my breath. Rayhan’s eyes flashed, and Raihana gasped, jumping up from her seat and knocking her chair back.
“I’m a witch, Mom!” she cried out. Her eyes blurred with tears.
“Ri…” Rayhan murmured. That was not the plan.
Maria spun towards her, her face ghost-white as she looked at her daughter from head to toe.
