Page 29 of Her Destined Alpha
He walked over to the bed, and even the way he walked with a swagger showed he was an alpha male. The aura that surrounded him, his pride and his strength emanating from him were clear when you paid attention.My eyes fell on his back. He was muscular yet lean, his waist was narrow, and his ass-
I looked away quickly.Seriously?Even though he was a werewolf, he was extremely handsome. But still, I shouldn’t be staring at him. Bending down, I quickly shoved the bra into my suitcase and stood up straight.
“Want to eat? You’ll feel better, and you need to keep your energy levels up,” he said, turning to look at me.
Those gorgeous eyes of his met my blue ones. Despite how I felt, I still didn’t know why I listened. I walked to the bed and sat down gingerly. He picked up the tray and placed it on the bed. Reaching out, he brushed my hair back, making me tense despite my heartbeat quickening.
“Sorry…” he said, retracting his hand quickly and moving away. He took a seat on the edge of the bed.
I looked at the tray. The variety of pastries smelt heavenly. I could tell it was all fresh. There was a cinnamon bun, a maple pecan pie, a croissant, a doughnut, and a yum yum. My mouth watered at the sight, although I felt horrible and my throat was aching. All the food before me was unbelievable.
Even at the diner, if we were ever given the morning pastries, which was a rarity in itself, it would be in the evening. They wouldn’t be this fresh and they never looked this good either.
“You know… I don’t know about you, but we usually need to put the food into our mouths to eat it. Unless it’s a witch’s talent to eat things with their eyes,” he teased with a small, sexy smile.
If that was the case, I would eat him-
I frowned and reached for a toast when I realised with a sudden wave of emotion that it was the first time someone had brought me food… the first time someone was concerned about my health. I bit the toast, trying not to let the emotions take over and keep my head down, but the bread suddenly felt hard to swallow.
I looked up at him, trying to think of something else.
“Why did you bring me here when I told you I didn’t want to see you again?” I asked.
“Because I need you,” he said softly. “I know you hate my kind, and I don’t blame you, not one bit.”
Because I need you.Those words echoed in my mind.
His jaw clenched, his eyes flashing in anger, and I wondered if it was really because of those memories.
“I rejected you. Shouldn’t that have ended it?”
“I didn’t accept it,” he said tersely. “Regardless of the bond, I still want to get to know you. If not as a mate, can we at least be friends?”
“You and I are so different that being ‘friends’ isn’t possible.” I picked up the coffee and took a gulp before placing my mug down again.
“Ever heard of opposites attract?”
“Ever heard of stop being so pushy?”
“Just now… and it just made me want to keep at it,” he said, leaning forward.
My stomach fluttered, that spark in his eyes throwing me off. I quickly looked away, finishing my toast before looking at the pastries.Would it be greedy to have all of them?I licked my lips.I’ll start with the cinnamon bun…
I picked it up and took a bite, doing my best not to moan out loud. Oh, it tasted so good… I ate it rather fast, licking my fingers before I took a gulp of the juice. Oh! Freshly squeezed!
I reached for the maple pecan pie, taking a big bite of the yummy goodness when I heard a soft chuckle and froze, the pie still in my mouth. I frowned deeply.
“What is it? If you didn’t want me to eat it all, then don’t offer it to me! Don’t worry, I will pay for your hospitality,” I said, swallowing my mouthful. He shook his head, his curls moving in the process.
“Friends don’t owe each other anything. Besides, I’m not laughing at that. I was just surprised that something as tiny as you can eat so quickly.” My brows furrowed deeper.
“First of all, Mr Dog, what has my size got to do with how fast I eat? There’s no logic in that. Besides, have you ever seen a rat or a mouse eat? They eat super-fast, nothing to do with their size. Secondly, we are not friends,” I stated, smoothly picking up another treat without looking at the plate and hoping he didn’t realise.
His smile only grew. I had to admit it was breath taking. How could a man be so beautiful? Was that even a correct term for a male?
“Why are you showing those white teeth for? Wait... is that why you’re feeding me? To fatten me up so you can eat me like the wolf does in Little Red Riding Hood?” I asked suspiciously, taking a big bite of the doughnut I had just picked up sneakily.
Well, I knew that wasn’t the case, but I really didn’t want him teasing me about the pastries. His smile changed into a devilish smirk, and I felt something throb deep within me.
