Page 14 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

Delsanra

T he pain was gone… I felt at ease. Warmth enveloped me, and I was at peace.

I had never felt so comforted in my life.

Was that it? Did I die? My stomach fluttered as I tried to move my heavy eyelids to see where I was.

I frowned, cracking them open a little. With a sudden rush, the splitting headache, the pain in my body and bones screamed loudly. I flinched.

I definitely was not dead.

Trying to reach for my head, I realised my hand was trapped.

I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was the six-pack of a Greek god peeking out from a t-shirt that had ridden up.

My heart thundered as I took in the situation.

I was all warm and cocooned in the blanket whilst…

Rayhan was sitting on top of it, asleep.

His head was resting against the headboard, his shoulder-length, soft, black curls falling in front of his face.

One of his hands was resting on my head, the other held one of my hands captive against his chest. His chest rose and fell steadily, his muscles stretching against the fabric of the t-shirt.

He was even more perfect up close than he was from afar.

A dull ache throbbed within me as I yanked my hand away. Everything from the previous night rushed back. How did I get here? I jolted up, realising I was wearing an oversized shirt. His shirt…

His eyes opened. He looked at me before looking down at himself and getting off the bed.

Had he followed me to the graveyard? Obviously.

“Why am I here?”

“You were out cold. I didn’t want you to get ill.” His sexy voice was thick with sleep, making my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t deal with it.

“It didn’t matter if I got ill,” I said, wincing at how croaky my voice came out. My entire throat was parched.

“I’ll get you something to drink,” he offered, moving away from the bed and going to the door, exiting swiftly.

I frowned. He was acting as if I was something that was about to go off.

A sliver of guilt filled me. He had every right to act like that.

I constantly told him I didn’t want him anywhere near me…

and after showing him that memory, I had hoped he’d understood.

But did understanding mean letting me leave?

No. He seemed to have understood I needed space, but he wasn’t backing off.

I sighed deeply, looking around the large room.

It was what dreams were made of. Everything in it was like one of those billionaire fantasies.

The floor was a plush carpet that I itched to walk on.

On top of the carpet was a silk shimmering teal rug.

The walls were painted a soft beige, and the ceiling was covered in spotlights.

There was a huge TV on the far wall and a wall of wardrobes.

The bed itself was large enough to hold several people. The covers were made of a rich deep teal Egyptian cotton. I ran my fingers along the pattern. I’d never experience this luxury again. My first and last time.

What would it feel like to sleep in this bed every day? To watch TV and eat lots and lots? Heavenly. The only nightmare in this fantasy was the werewolf alpha, in the form of a sizzling, handsome male. I shuddered at the thought, coming back to reality with a brutal slap.

I pushed the blanket off, looking down at the large T-shirt.

I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if he had changed me.

My cheeks burned at the thought, but then again, I was disgusting.

If he didn’t think that first, he’d surely think that after seeing me.

Did it repulse him? I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling extremely self-conscious. I didn’t care either way.

What do I do now? I looked towards the large window, realising we were high up. Great, there was no way for me to leave. Would he kindly let me go if I asked?

I got off the bed, groaning at the pain in my body. My vision spun slightly, and I placed a hand to my head. I wasn’t well at all… Just great .

I spotted my dirty, muddy suitcase standing in the corner and realised he must have brought it; it had left a stain on the carpet too.

I walked over to it, my legs feeling so much heavier than normal, and dropped to my knees as I gingerly opened the suitcase, glad it was waterproof and everything inside was dry.

I wasn’t wearing anything but his shirt. I took out some panties and leggings and put them on quickly. I had just grabbed a bra when the door opened, and I quickly hid it behind my back. His eyes ran over me, and I saw a hint of a smile on his lips. I frowned.

“What are you smirking at?”

“Nothing at all, glad to see you up,” he replied with one of those deadly smiles.

I noticed the tray in his hand held some toast, some pastries, a mug of steaming coffee, and a glass of juice. I wondered how he got toast so quickly. The smell alone was making my stomach rumble.

He walked over to the bed, and even the way he walked with a swagger showed he was an alpha male. The aura that surrounded him, his pride and his strength emanating from him were clear when you paid attention. My eyes fell on his back. He was muscular yet lean, his waist was narrow, and his ass-

I looked away quickly. Seriously? Even though he was a werewolf, he was extremely handsome. But still, I shouldn’t be staring at him. Bending down, I quickly shoved the bra into my suitcase and stood up straight.

“Want to eat? You’ll feel better, and you need to keep your energy levels up,” he said, turning to look at me.

Those gorgeous eyes of his met my blue ones. Despite how I felt, I still didn’t know why I listened. I walked to the bed and sat down gingerly. He picked up the tray and placed it on the bed. Reaching out, he brushed my hair back, making me tense despite my heartbeat quickening.

“Sorry…” he said, retracting his hand quickly and moving away. He took a seat on the edge of the bed.

I looked at the tray. The variety of pastries smelt heavenly.

I could tell it was all fresh. There was a cinnamon bun, a maple pecan pie, a croissant, a doughnut, and a yum yum.

My mouth watered at the sight, although I felt horrible and my throat was aching.

All the food before me was unbelievable.

Even at the diner, if we were ever given the morning pastries, which was a rarity in itself, it would be in the evening. They wouldn’t be this fresh and they never looked this good either.

“You know… I don’t know about you, but we usually need to put the food into our mouths to eat it. Unless it’s a witch’s talent to eat things with their eyes,” he teased with a small, sexy smile.

If that was the case, I would eat him-

I frowned and reached for a toast when I realised with a sudden wave of emotion that it was the first time someone had brought me food…

the first time someone was concerned about my health.

I bit the toast, trying not to let the emotions take over and keep my head down, but the bread suddenly felt hard to swallow.

I looked up at him, trying to think of something else.

“Why did you bring me here when I told you I didn’t want to see you again?” I asked.

“Because I need you,” he said softly. “I know you hate my kind, and I don’t blame you, not one bit.”

Because I need you. Those words echoed in my mind.

His jaw clenched, his eyes flashing in anger, and I wondered if it was really because of those memories.

“I rejected you. Shouldn’t that have ended it?”

“I didn’t accept it,” he said tersely. “Regardless of the bond, I still want to get to know you. If not as a mate, can we at least be friends?”

“You and I are so different that being ‘friends’ isn’t possible.” I picked up the coffee and took a gulp before placing my mug down again.

“Ever heard of opposites attract?”

“Ever heard of stop being so pushy?”

“Just now… and it just made me want to keep at it,” he said, leaning forward.

My stomach fluttered, that spark in his eyes throwing me off. I quickly looked away, finishing my toast before looking at the pastries. Would it be greedy to have all of them? I licked my lips. I’ll start with the cinnamon bun…

I picked it up and took a bite, doing my best not to moan out loud. Oh, it tasted so good… I ate it rather fast, licking my fingers before I took a gulp of the juice. Oh! Freshly squeezed!

I reached for the maple pecan pie, taking a big bite of the yummy goodness when I heard a soft chuckle and froze, the pie still in my mouth. I frowned deeply.

“What is it? If you didn’t want me to eat it all, then don’t offer it to me! Don’t worry, I will pay for your hospitality,” I said, swallowing my mouthful. He shook his head, his curls moving in the process.

“Friends don’t owe each other anything. Besides, I’m not laughing at that. I was just surprised that something as tiny as you can eat so quickly.” My brows furrowed deeper.

“First of all, Mr Dog, what has my size got to do with how fast I eat? There’s no logic in that.

Besides, have you ever seen a rat or a mouse eat?

They eat super-fast, nothing to do with their size.

Secondly, we are not friends,” I stated, smoothly picking up another treat without looking at the plate and hoping he didn’t realise.

His smile only grew. I had to admit it was breath taking. How could a man be so beautiful? Was that even a correct term for a male?

“Why are you showing those white teeth for? Wait... is that why you’re feeding me? To fatten me up so you can eat me like the wolf does in Little Red Riding Hood?” I asked suspiciously, taking a big bite of the doughnut I had just picked up sneakily.

Well, I knew that wasn’t the case, but I really didn’t want him teasing me about the pastries. His smile changed into a devilish smirk, and I felt something throb deep within me.