Page 28 of Ruthless Alpha Beast
What is wrong with me?
Living too long with these wolves has somehow turned me into one of them.
“Well, you said you’re cooking,” I respond, awkwardly, “so I thought I’d leave you to it—"
He laughs. “And then what? Once it’s ready, you’ll come back downstairs. I am an Alpha, you know?”
“Oh,I know.”
“You have to keep me company.”
I turn away from the staircase to look at him. He still looks sleepy, broody, and, dare I say, sexy.
The truth is that heissexy.
There’s no denying that fact or trying to cover it up. Anyone with two working eyes can tell that he looks like he’s been carved by the hands of the Gods.
So he’s sexy, supernaturally so. Big deal.
This doesn’t have to affect me if I don’t let it.
I can focus on his bad qualities. In other words, everything else.
“Why?”
“Because I’m cooking for you, which is nice of me, seeing that I slept on the couch, so the least you can do is pretend to tolerate me. We’re going to have to do a lot more than that if we want people to believe that we’re real.”
I frown, but he does have a point.
“Fine,” I sigh, settling down by the kitchen table. “But I hope you know that I won’t ever be cooking for you.”
“Aren’t human women expected to do that for their human husbands?”
“Ha. Not anymore. But it seems fitting you’d remember that of all things about humans.”
“I remember more than that.”
“Okay.”
“You know you’re being pretty grouchy to someone who’s making you food.”
He turns to look at me as he opens the fridge. I’m not even remotely in the mood for his teasing. I have a migraine that feels like it’s splitting my head open.
His muscles are still reminding me of things I wish I’d forgotten.
“Any chance you could put a shirt on?” I ask him, rubbing my temples.
I didn’t want to have to ask him this, for the obvious reason of not wanting him to know that I care whether his stupid little (big) muscles are on display or not.
But it feels ridiculous at this point. Like he’s taunting me on purpose, and quite frankly, with the headache I have, I can do without it.
“My body bothers you?”
Nothing’s easy with him.
“If I’m going to be eating food, yes.”
He chuckles, “You know you’re going to have to get used to the way things are done around here sooner or later.”
