Alpha Knight and Olive stared at each other’s eyes and their faces were inches apart. Their position was supposed to be awkward but Olive felt comfortable.
“Thank you,” she appreciated and he nodded curtly. Then she placed her arms on his firm and broad shoulders then hugged his chest. She felt comfortable there.
He pinned her against his body and inhaled her dry hair. His wolf that was once angry now purred and he closed his eyes. The wind beat against them and played violently with their hair.
“It’s a bit windy, Olive,” Wayne spoke up after minutes of silence.
“Let’s go inside,” she said and was about unlocking from him. But he lifted her up and carried her inside. He took her straight to the bed and laid her down, leaning over her and gazing into her eyes.
“Do you want anything?” he asked sweetly.
“Hmm… coffee,” she mumbled. He nodded and covered her legs with the duvet. He walked to the kitchen and made coffee for her, but with his coffee machine instead. He poured for himself too and took both mugs with him out of the kitchen.
As he was crossing his receiving hall, his private elevator dinged open and Jake walked out. He stopped in his tracks as his eyes met Wayne’s image.
“Wayne?” he called. His Alpha stopped walking and smiled at him.
“Hey, what brings you here?” he asked.
Before Jake could answer, Wayne frowned deeply.
“There’s no meeting, right?” he asked with a scowl.
“No. I just wanted to check on you. All your mental shields are high up and you haven’t recalled the men for the report taking,” Jake explained as he walked further towards Wayne.
“Oh, the report can wait until nighttime. I’m busy,” he said. Jake’s eyes went to the mugs.
“What did you do?”
“I made coffee,” he lifted the mugs for Jake to see them well. Jake’s mouth fell open.
“Made coffee for?”
“Olive and I,” Wayne innocently replied, not realizing why Jake was questioning him.
“Oh… err… okay. Carry on then.”
“Any problem, Jake? I don’t like that look on your face.”
“Nothing Alpha. Go on. I’ll see you later,” Jake said and turned on his heel. Wayne looked at his receding back and wondered what Jake was thinking. His mental shields were very high up now, but it was obvious he wasn’t being himself earlier.
Wayne however shrugged and walked back to the room. Olive was lying there peacefully and staring at the ceiling. She sat up when he walked to the bed, then smiled as she collected the mug from him. She took a sip and licked her lips. Wayne was staring at her like he wanted her to say something.
“What is it?” she asked.
“How did I do? How’s the coffee?” he asked with lit eyes. Olive tasted it again and he watched on eagerly as she savoured the flavor.
“It’s good. Really good,” she said with a smile and he grinned.
“Haven’t made coffee in five years,” he said casually and sat at the other side of the bed.
“Five years?” Olive’s eyes bulged.
“Or is it seven?” Wayne asked himself and furrowed his brows.
“Seriously? But why?”
“Why would I make coffee?” he shrugged and relaxed on the headboard just like Olive. She chuckled in amusement then took another sip.
“Have you met my brother?” Wayne asked after two minutes of silence.
“The one who looks like a younger version of you?” Olive teased and he smiled. Yes, Shem looked so much like him. They both took after their father.
“Yes, I’ve met Shem,” she added.
“Don’t let him flirt with you,” he warned casually, as if he wasn’t serious. Olive laughed.
“You mean the flirting that has been going on for a week now? Oh please,” she laughed again. Wayne rubbed his chin and sipped his coffee. But made a mental note to warn his brother not to ever cross the borders around his mate.
“That punk,” he said under his breath.
Olive finished her coffee in one gulp and dropped it by the bedside table. She was feeling sleepy. She checked the wall clock and it was two minutes past 3pm. She laid in bed and covered herself.
“I want to take a nap,” she said and closed her eyes.
“I thought coffee drove sleep away,” Wayne said.
“I am the one who controls my sleep, not coffee,” she said in a sleepy voice.
Two minutes later and she was already asleep. Wayne marveled at her sleeping abilities again. He finished his coffee and dropped it too. He laid down beside her and stared at her pretty face. Her lips were glistening and he wanted to wipe them with his thumb. But he closed his eyes instead. Minutes later and he was also fast asleep. Her sleep was contagious.
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Olive woke up and yawned. She stretched out in the bed and sat up.
She looked beside her and saw Wayne sleeping peacefully. Then stared at his face which was still looking stern even in his sleep. He looked handsome though.
She stepped out of the bed and walked to the bar, took a bottle of water and chugged it all down directly. Next, she walked to the pool, bent down in front of it, dipped her hands in it and played with the blue water. A minute later, she stood and turned around only to see Wayne casually looking at her as he sat in bed and leaned against the headboard.
“Wayne,” she called.
“Hey,” he said.
“But you were asleep just now.”
“Your movements woke me up.”
“Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she apologized and walked towards him.
“It’s fine. How was your nap?” he asked.
“It was nice,” she answered and looked to the clock. It was already past 5pm. They had slept for two hours straight.
“Can we go for our stroll now?” she asked.
“Sure. But don’t you want something to eat? A snack maybe?”
“Yeah. How about we grab something from the kitchen?”
“I’ll have them bring something while we’re getting ready.”
He stepped out of the bed and walked into his closet, then looked himself in the mirror, with all the sleep lines in his skin. He was surprised at how he slept off so easily just by watching her sleep.
Wayne wore a sweatshirt, the matching one to the pants he was wearing. He next went to the bathroom and washed his face. When he returned, Olive was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants too. But a white one instead of the black ones he was wearing.
“I thought we’d go out in matching outfits,” she giggled as she picked a sandwich and began to eat.
“You called this matching?” he frowned. He didn’t like the white color. Always getting dirty.
“Black and white,” she shrugged. He nodded and walked to her. He arranged her hair casually then took a sandwich too. He took just two bites then began to head out with his car keys in his hand. Olive followed after him with her own sandwich still in her hand.
“What are we going to do today?” she asked.
“Running,” he answered.
“Our wolf form?” she asked with bulging eyes.
“Yes. I wanna race your wolf,” he said and gave her a sly smirk.