Fractured Alpha (BxB)

{Twenty Five}

Aleskei curled into Messiah's side, whose eyelids were half-closed, as he bathed in the lovely scent of his mate. Hey, Angel, his voice rumbled in Messiah's mind. Satin, azure sheets were draped across the lower half of his body and his damp, inky curls were sprawled across the silky fabric of his pillowcase. His fingers were woven into the velvet like fur of the wolf nuzzling against him.

Yes, baby? The tone of his voice was groggy and reflected his lack of sleep the night before.

Do you love Alessio more than me?

Hastily, Messiah shot up from the comfort of the warm pillow. What? You're kidding, right? Aleskei, I love you and Alessio equally. He waltzes his fingers through his beautiful fur to pet him. I was so fucking worried today. And no, I'm not saying that to pierce you with guilt. I'm saying it because it's true. Seeing both you and Alessio in pain was a dagger through my damn skin. Because I love you both so much. I'd do any-fucking-thing for either of you. I'd soar to the fucking moon if I could without question. I'd swim across the Atlantic Ocean to comfort you when you're in pain. Aleskei, you and Alessio are both everything to me.

From Aleskei's muzzle, Messiah elicits a soft purr at his heartfelt words. The sound was foregin to the arrogant wolf and he cocked his head to the side in confusion. I'm sorry, he murmurs.

Sorry for what, darling? Messiah drawled out his words in his faint accent he inherited from his father's side of the family.

I'm sorry for asking you that, he speaks in a soft tone.

Don't ever apologize for telling me the truth, he retaliates. I'm glad you trust me enough to communicate your emotions with me. You shouldn't ever feel bad for experiencing emotions and having feelings.

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Beams of sunlight seeped through the satin, lilac curtains eclipsing the windowpane that was hanging above Messiah's canopy bed and illuminated a kaleidoscope onto his beautiful, bronze skin. Weaving his hands through the unruly strands of his onyx curls, he shifted his gaze to the head of honey curls snuggled up into his side, his hand draped across the fabric of Messiah's wrinkled tshirt. Lightly, he adorns Alessio's face in an array of petal like kisses. "I love you," he whispers between each peck.

In response, giggles bubble up from Alessio's throat at the tender display of affection. "Ti amo anch'io. I love you, too, mi amarto," he breathes out in his native tongue.

Messiah nuzzles his head in the crook of his neck. He pours a endless series of 'you're so perfect' and blush-pink hickeys onto his skin. "Good morning, baby. Are you still sore?"

"A little," he admits breathlessly.

Alessio allows himself to sink further into the rushing, serenity pool of Messiah's touch for several moments before he props his palms up on his chest. "Messiah?"

Without even a trace of irritation in his tone, he enquirers, "Yes, my love?"

"I'm hungry. Do you mind if I have some cereal?"

He blinks at him, appalled. "Cereal? Oh, hell no. I'm making you a proper breakfast. We're having pancakes, eggs, and bacon! Goddess, I love bacon."

"No, Messiah, cereal is fine. I don't want to intrude. Beside, you must be tired. After all, you were up as long as I was," he rambles.

He waves him off. "Shush. That's nonsense, baby doll. You're not intruding. Now, pick out whatever the hell you want to wear and you can skyrocket my water bill as much as you want. I'm cooking you breakfast. My love, do you like your eggs scrambled, fried, or sunny side up?"

"Um, scrambled," he softly murmurs in reply.

"Perfect," Messiah sweetly says and winks at him.

Padding across the plush carpet, he climbs down the marble staircase, and freshens up in the bathroom adjacent from the kitchen, before he scatters the granite countertops in the items he needed.

Humming the song vibrating from the sleek, black speakers in a soft-toned voice, Messiah prepares the cakey batter in a mixing bowl. As Messiah finished pouring the pancake batter into the pan, a pair of arms snaked around his waist.

"Oh goddess, those sweatpants look good on you," Alessio murmurs in his ear, whilst he admires the perfect way the sleek, black sweatpants hugged Messiah's hips.

Messiah emits a soft laugh at his words. "Oh, is that so? I'm glad you think that," he says.

"Mhmm," he comments, "they show off your ass, mi amarto."

"If I didn't know better, baby doll, I'd say you missed my ass more than me," he accuses in a playful tone.

"No, that's not completely true. Only partially," he quips. Messiah held his hand over his heart as if he was brutally wounded by the revelation. "I'm kidding! You're so gullible."

"Okay, now I want you to shift back to Aleskei. He was nicer to me. He didn't prefer my ass over my quality entertainment," he jokes.

Alessio flickers his pouty, blush-pink lips, that were as soft as rose petals drizzled with rain, and innocent eyes over to his mate. "Please let me stay. I'll behave, I promise."

At his choice of words, whether it was intended or not, Messiah's dark-green eyes shaded and speckled with faint lust. Knowing Alessio was still sore, Messiah desperately tried to wane the erection that was quickly rising. Shit, he curses. "Baby, can you do me a favor?"

Messiah forces a plastered smile onto his face.

"Sure," he speaks, perplexed by the clearly faux smile Messiah gave him.

"Can you keep an eye on the bacon? I have to jump in the shower real quick." With rather cold water, he adds inwardly. Alessio nods in response to the query proposed. "Thank you, my love."

Did you like the interaction between Aleskei and Messiah? How do you feel about him thinking he's shadowed by Alessio in Messiah's mind? How do you feel about Messiah insisting on making Alessio breakfast? I'll try to focus some on the other couples after the next chapter, where I have a big step for Alessio in mind.