“You look good,” she breathed out. His tensed up cheek muscles flicked and a smirk appeared on his face.
“Is there a time I look awful?” he teased her.
“Thanks for the compliment though,” he added as he continued to smirk at her.
She gulped and turned around to walk towards the bathroom. She successfully made it to the door, but something told her he was still staring at her. She wanted to look back so badly, but she managed to open the door and enter. She heaved a deep sigh, expecting to feel relief that she was no longer under his gaze.
But instead, her nostrils inhaled his rainy smell and it messed with her senses. She suddenly wanted to turn back, run to him and sniff his hair. She balled her fists in an attempt to refrain herself from moving. Thankfully, it worked. She stripped, entered under the shower that reeked of him and manage to shower with closed eyes. When she was done, she wore a bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom.
Was it her? Or was the temperature in the bedroom rapidly increasing? She had felt it as normal when she first stepped in. Her eyes looked up and rested on Alpha Knight who was staring at her with eyes even darker than before. His jaws had clenched tighter, that Olive thought they hurt. She could see his balled fists.
Instinctly, she moved backwards. He was going to hurt her again. Panic visibly showed up in her eyes. Wayne got on his feet and took only two steps when he noticed she was not just wet, but scared as a wet chick under the rain. He stopped in his tracks and his eyes trailed down to her chest, where he could visibly see two white rounds of skin protruding from the bathrobe which covered the most of them. He wanted them. Wanted to stare into her green orbs as he flicked his tongue over hardened nibbles of hers and watch her desirous eyes roll back in. The thought vibrated through his body like a bolt of lightning. He was turned on, and his heat was spreading round the room making it hot.
“Alpha?” she called out to him. He looked into her eyes and saw fear again. But behind that fear, he saw a lady made for him. His wolf’s furs stood erect, acknowledging that Olive, his mate was extraordinary.
“Get dressed. New clothes are in the closet for you to change into. I’ll be in the waiting hall,” he said in the deepest, sexiest voice she had ever heard. It was like he was saying he would wait for her, to do silly things with her. But she knew better. Alpha Knight wasn’t attracted to her.
Jealousy nibbed at her heart as she suddenly remembered his kiss with Cynthia. The way he looked at her with desire that day. What if he was still in love with Cynthia? That reminded her. What happened to her? Did she return to The Vrek Cult? How did she manage to even be with Wayne when she wasn’t mates with him?
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It took just ten minutes of waiting, for him to scent her coming out. He turned around and froze slightly when he saw her.
Olive was wearing a long black jacket that flowed behind her. It had buttons from the top to the waist but Olive chose to button only one in the middle. She wore a black, tight t-shirt inside and dark blue jeans. Then a pair of black boots beautified her legs. She had braided her hair into one single french braid and it hung over her back. The style fitted her oval face, bringing out all her beauty and facial structures. If she had gone into modeling, then she definitely would top them all because models in the industry now didn’t even have the beautiful face anymore.
Looking at how elegantly dressed she was, Wayne was reminded of brave female spies in action movies. She walked to him with a smile.
“How do I look?” she asked while clutching the open sides of the jacket, just below the hooked button.
“Astonishing,” he breathed out and Olive seemed to look surprised that he had actually complimented her. She only asked the question for courtesy sake, not even expecting an answer.
“Shall we?” he asked and she nodded. She walked behind him as they moved towards the elevator. They entered and moved down in absolute silence. As soon as the door dinged open and they stepped out in the hallway, six men rushed to them. All were wearing black suits as usual. The eight of them looked like bloody assassins of the Mafia together. The only color other than black was Olive’s pants.
“Not tonight. It’s just me and my mate,” Wayne ordered curtly and held Olive’s hand.
Instantly, they both felt it. The electrical surge that formed between their palms and traveled in ripples up their arms. Olive’s eyes glanced at their palms and then at his face.
“Felt that?” he whispered. She nodded and tried to free her hand, but he held it even tighter. The men cleared from their paths and the two began to walk towards the front doors. Before they could reach it, it opened and Lady Gia walked in with two stern looking ladies behind her. Gia looked at Olive first then at Wayne.
“Alpha,” she said and the three of them bowed their heads in respect before looking up a second later. Wayne didn’t acknowledge them, instead his hand moved up from Olive’s hand. At first, Olive felt dry and empty after they parted hands. Surprising herself, because she had been the one who wanted to even part hands earlier. But then, her breath hitched when she felt his warm hand circling her waist from behind. Gia’s gaze travelled down to his hand and a slight flicker appeared in her tensed cheek.
“Who is this, my Lord? I have never seen her here before. Is she a relative?” Gia asked as she scrutinized Olive up and down. She wanted to find a flaw in her, to believe she wasn’t good enough for their Alpha.
But that instant, Gia couldn’t bring one up. The lady beside Alpha Knight was gallant, beautiful and looked brave. However, no. Gia didn’t want anyone, any lady to be braver than her. She was the bravest lady, it had to remain so. She wouldn’t want to be regarded in a room after another lady was regarded.
“Another time, Lady Gia,” Alpha Knight answered gruffly.
He walked through their mist with his lady, almost stepping on Gia’s feet as he did so. Gia’s lips thinned at the sight of people bowing to the Alpha and the lady. Jealousy rippled in her heart slowly as she stared at Olive’s back.