Page 32 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

Chris

“ W hat do you want?” she asked, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked at me sleepily.

She stepped back as I slipped in silently.

I shut the window instantly and drew the curtains.

“Look, Chris, I know you’re my guard, but I’m sure Dad didn’t tell you to come into my bedroom.

What the hell is this? Seriously, I just want to sleep,” she groaned.

Did she not realise how fucking sexy she was acting? Clearly not, she turned and dropped onto her bed, tugging her duck egg coloured duvet and fleece blanket over herself. Weird, we wolves didn’t really get cold, and her room was warm.

Speaking of which… it had changed a lot in there.

From what I remembered, it used to be pink and plastered with Korean pop artists.

The bed had been laden with plush teddies, and everything was really sparkly and glittery.

Now everything was pretty toned down. It still held all the feminine touches, from her mirrored walk-in closet that showcased her countless bags and heels to her huge vanity area with makeup that probably cost thousands.

Her bed was huge, covered with several cushions; however, it held just one large white teddy that looked bigger than her.

An oil diffuser stood on her bedside table, the LED lights changing soothingly as the smell of the oil was released into the air, mixing with her own appealing scent, which I noticed smelt a little like honey and something exotic.

“You just let me in here, and now you’re just going to sleep?” I asked, trying to focus on why I was here.

“What do you want me to do? Entertain you?” came her sarcastic reply.

“Depends on the type of entertainment you offer,” I shot back.

“Chris, I know we can’t stand each other, but please, I am not a morning person. Annoy me in a few hours.” She really wanted to sleep; I could tell from the way she was not even arguing with me. I raised an eyebrow, walking over to the bed.

“For a werewolf, you sure are lazy,” I remarked, dropping onto the bed not far from her and picking up a lock of her long, glossy hair. It was definitely as lush as it looked. Was there anything this girl wasn’t blessed with? She turned around, shooting me a glare as she swatted my hand away.

“Don’t irritate me,” she growled. “Yes, I’m a she-wolf… kinda… but I don’t do mornings.”

“Clearly.” She turned away, tugging the blanket over her head, or trying to. Since I was on top of it she failed.

“Can you move your ass!” she hissed.

“Touché, Princess.”

I smirked, lifting myself and allowing her to pull the sheets free to cover herself. Was she really not going to listen? I slipped under the blankets, and for a moment, I just wanted to turn my back on her and sleep. It was warm and smelt so damn soothing.

She jolted up the moment she realised and, yanking the blanket off, kicked me off the bed with more strength than I was expecting and knocked me straight on my ass. My head hit the corner of her bedside drawer.

“Fuck…” I groaned, adding a bit extra in hopes of some sympathy. When I realised I wasn’t going to get any, I sat up. “Seriously? I was just listening to what you wanted.”

“I didn’t say get in the damn bed! This is my bed, not yours, and unlike you who has had most of the pack on it, I don’t like random men touching mine, let alone even sitting on it,” she growled murderously. “I swear to you, Chris, piss me off and I will not let it slide.”

“Right. I get it, Princess, calm down. No one gets to sit on your bed.”

She rolled her eyes, reaching down and pushing my head forward. Her fingers brushed the back of my head, and I couldn’t resist the cocky smirk that found its way onto my face. At least she cared that much, and I actually didn’t mind the feel of her fingers on me.

Don’t go there, Chris…

“You’ll live. Now, what do you want?” she asked as she sat on the bed, her legs folded under her and most of her thighs visible. I tried to concentrate without being distracted. I sighed and leaned back against the drawer, the seriousness of the situation returning.

“Please listen, although I know you women get distracted really fast.”

“I’m listening.” She narrowed her eyes at me warningly.

“What I say stays between us. It’s complicated, and until he himself lets it out, we are not to. Rayhan found his mate; the thing is-”

“Oh my Goddess!” She was off the bed in a flash, grabbing my shirt. “Who is she?”

Did this girl not realise how fucking tempting she was? It took my all not to let my gaze dip downwards, her leg was pressed against mine, and her breasts looked so… fucking… good.

“Raihana…” I breathed.

Rayhan’s sister. Remember that. The Alpha’s only daughter, the Princess of this pack, she is off-limits.

“Tell me who she is!” Her excitement was clear in those chocolate-coloured orbs of hers, the glint of excitement only adding to how beautiful she was. I swallowed, taking hold of her wrists and firmly moving her back, my eyes locked with hers. Never had anything been fucking harder.

“It’s complicated.” I quickly got up and turned my back on her.

“What do you mean?” she asked quietly.

“She’s not one of us, and the thing is, she may not be accepted easily.

” I turned back to her and saw she was standing there with a frown on her face.

“She’s… been taken against her will and we need to find her.

There’s magic involved, so Rayhan hasn’t been able to track her.

So, I was thinking…” Her eyes narrowed, and I knew she had clicked.

“Chris… I don’t know how to do any spells. Dad has the grimoires…”

“You’re her only hope, Raihana. She’s a witch like you, and her powers have been sealed. She’s been through hell… we can’t leave her.” She looked at me, and I didn’t miss the curiosity in her eyes.

“Since when have you cared about anyone but yourself?” she questioned. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not heartless, Princess.”

“No, you’re just an insensitive man-whore,” she remarked. “Not to mention a sexist pig.”

“You know what annoys me about you ladies?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“What?” she challenged, folding her own arms as she stared up at me. She was a good height, but I still towered over her.

“The fact is you all think it’s okay to call men man-whores or sluts or whatever, yet the moment we address a woman as one, all your feminist crap comes up about slut shaming and all,” I remarked. She frowned.

“Hey, that’s not-”

“Enough said, you know I’m right. I just really hate how women act so fucking entitled.” I had no idea why, but her comments really got to me. I didn’t get irritated when Lola would say something, but something about Raihana thinking of me like that really irked me.

“I don’t know why you feel like that, but I personally would say the same to a female version of you, too, so I don’t think I’m being sexist. I’d say the same for both sexes.” She was frowning at me.

“Oh yeah? How many women in this pack have you gone up to and called them sluts openly?” I asked, frowning.

She went quiet. “Exactly, thinking someone’s a slut, and saying it to them is vastly different.

Women really do act all fucking entitled.

” I turned away. I swore I had no idea why I was getting angry, but I did.

“Once again, you’re lumping every woman into the same box… not all women have the same opinion as me. You saying that just shows you are sexist.”

“Whatever, Princess,” I shot back coldly. We weren’t going to see eye to eye, so why bother? She didn’t reply. The tension in the room was thick and suffocating.

“Finish what you wanted to say and then leave.” Her voice was soft yet firm.

I closed my eyes, trying not to let it get to me. I took a deep breath before staring at the wall ahead.

“We need magic in this case. You yourself know that for the Alpha to help Rayhan to get his mate back, it will take time. She’s been through hell, Raihana.

She helped us when it came to that war..

. she’s the very same witch who told us the time and place.

You are the only one who can help right now.

Don’t do this for me, do it for your brother. ”

I didn’t turn, waiting for her reply. Just when I thought she wasn’t going to reply, she sighed.

“Of course I’ll help. Let Dad leave. We can look for the grimoires.”