Page 63 of Rejected By My Stepbrother Alpha
Although Ivy looked stunning this morning, I couldn’t let her beauty distract me. I wanted to know the truth about Damian and her. I wanted to know if Adrian was Damian’s son. I was aware that Ivy didn’t owe me this information—she didn’t owe me anything after I had rejected her—but I had to know.
Wondering was driving my wolf and me crazy. Even though Healer Emery had advised me not to transform for a few days, I ran through the woods last night in my other form. Of course, I ended up in the woods behind Ivy and Adrian’s hotel. I sat there and stared up at the dark windows, wondering which rooms they were sleeping in, wondering what they were dreaming about.
As I sat there, I decided that even if Adrian were Damian’s son, I’d still want to keep in contact with the boy, given that I had Ivy’s permission. There was this innate desire inside of me to guide Adrian through life, to give him advice and to be a trustworthy person he could come to when he was in need.
When I was running back to my house last night, I’d howled at the moon, my heart and soul aching for Ivy and Adrian.
Now, I stood from my desk chair and buttoned my black suit jacket. As I stepped toward Ivy, the pain in my chest lessened.
“Good morning, Ivy,” I said, putting my hands in my pockets so I wouldn’t reach out and cup her soft face between my hands.
Her pupils dilated when I said her name. Recently, I noticed that her body seemed to have a reaction every time I said her real name.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, her eyes glancing down at my lips for a fractionof a second.
“I’m as good as new. I was lucky. The accident could have been a lot worse.”
“Is your car totaled?” Ivy questioned.
“Yes, but I'm not worried about the damage, I'm worried about how the accident happened.”
Ivy let out a little gasp that made my mouth go dry. “You don't think your brakes failed by accident, do you?”
I leaned against my desk and crossed my arms. Ivy took a few steps closer to me.
“I think it's highly unlikely. I have my mechanic and an accident specialist looking into the matter,” I said. “Hopefully, I get some answers soon.”
Her eyes searched my face. “For now, you should be extra careful,” she murmured and took another step closer to me.
“Careful,” I warned, my tone slightly teasing. “You don't want to seem like you care about what happens to me.”
“Of course I do,” she answered without missing a beat. I froze as her blue eyes burned into mine. “How else would we finish the Alpha king project without you?” A small smirk ghosted across her face.
I liked when Ivy was in a playful mood. I never got to see this side of her.
“Is that all I'm good for?” I murmured and slowly reached my hand out to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear.
Her red lips parted in a silent gasp, and desire filled her eyes.
“I can think of many other things that you're good for,” she whispered. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, shock flitted across her face as if she couldn't believe what she'd said.
Is Ivy flirting with me?
Instead of pulling my hand away, I gently cupped her soft cheek in my hand. Under my touch, Ivy’s cheek grew warm and red.
I gently stroked her soft skin with my thumb. “What am I good for, Ivy?”
“Well, you’re pretty tall, so I suppose you’re good at reaching things off of high shelves?” she suggested, a small smirk playing on her lips. “I’ll call you next time I’m in need of something on the top shelf at the grocery store.”
A low chuckle burst from my mouth.
Ivy’s quick wit was just one of the many things that had always attracted me to her.
My eyes strayed to her mouth. All I had to do was lean forward a few inches to find out what those sweet, plump lips tasted like.
Goddess, what I wouldn't give for just one kiss from this beautiful woman.
But one kiss would never be enough to satisfy my insatiable hunger for her.
