Page 46 of Her Destined Alpha
I frowned coldly at him.Yeah, I’m sure they didn’t... With a face like that, I was sure all the stupid women wanted to make him a hot drink. Maybe I’d make him one and dunk it on his head. Just the thought irritated me.
“Well, I can make coffee. I’ll teach you.”
“So, you’ll teach me but not make me one?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Why should I make it for you? This place is yours, right? Isn’t it your job to make me a coffee?” He frowned, seeming to realise I was washing up.
“Why are you washing up? That’s not your job-”
“I’ve done work all my life,” I said, finishing rinsing the last dish before turning the tap off. He instantly handed me a towel. I took it, my stomach fluttering as our eyes met, remembering our moment earlier in the lounge…
“He likes you, and it seems you like him more than me,” he said softly. He was smiling warmly, yet I didn’t miss the tinge of sadness in his eyes, an emotion that made my heart ache. That wasn’t true, I just…. My heart thudded when I realised what I had been about to think…
No. Just no.
The Things I’d Do
Rayhan
Ihadn’t been able to sleep last night thanks to my wolf, who had been elated since Delsanra hugged him. Despite the fact that she didn’t have a wolf, it didn’t seem to bother him at all; he was clearly just happy to have his mate.
The other reason was the fact that she clearly didn’t hate wolves; it was the human side of werewolves she hated. That hurt, but I couldn’t blame her. It was my kind who had hurt her, not werewolves in wolf form... but for the first time in my life, I was jealous of my wolf, and, although I could sense his comfort, I could also sense the smugness he was feeling. That was irritating...Stupid cocky alpha wolf. I swore if he didn’t cut his crap about her liking him, I wouldn’t allow him to see her again. But… she had liked it. I had felt her calmness around him.
Damn, it seemed I’d have to spend more time in wolf form if I wanted her to accept me... and not for fighting or running, but to play ‘doggy,’ as Delsanra would put it. The things I’d do for her.
I had gotten up early before going for a run, grabbing breakfast, and then hitting the gym for a bit. I had insisted on taking Delsanra to work, which she agreed to after a bout of stubbornness.
I had showered and then gotten dressed in black pants and a white button-down shirt, which I left a few buttons open at the top of and had paired with smart black shoes plus a belt. My hair was tied back, and I was wearing a leather jacket.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but if it meant I got to spend time with her, then I’d do it happily. I wasn’t sure how she was going to take it, but... hopefully, she wouldn’t get too mad.
“You didn’t need to bring me to work,” she said, looking over at me.
Her hair was up in a neat bun, but despite that, a few strands framed her face. She looked as beautiful as ever, wearing a simple white blouse that was fitted on her breasts and a black skirt that stopped just above herknees, paired with black tights and black shoes.
I followed her to the door and, reaching past her, pushed it open and allowed her to enter first.
“I was coming here anyway,” I replied.
“Ah, Ana, glad to see you’re feeling better!” the manager, Coleen, said in approval before she looked me over. “My... you will be drawing in the customers today…”
“Excuse me?” Delsanra asked, confused, glancing back at me.
“Your boyfriend offered to work here as he knew how short on staff we were,” Coleen said.
“Boyfriend…”
“Yes, you kept him hidden, and quite a handsome one at that.” I saw Delsanra’s face pale before she took in what I was wearing as if it was the first time she was seeing it.
“No way. Excuse us... we need to talk,” she said to Coleen before taking my arm and tugging me to the side where the bathroom was. I let her pull me along, despite my kitten not having much strength. “What are you doing?”
“I applied here. Apparently some guy’s on leave, and I said I don’t mind waiting tables with you,” I said, taking my jacket off.
“No, this was supposed to be- urgh! Why are you so annoying? And why are you dressed like you’re going to a business meeting?”
“What do you mean? This is casual,” I said, tugging at my open buttoned shirt.
“No, it isn’t. You look…”
