Broken Treasure

Chapter 10

The next morning I wasn't woken up by the blasting screams of my alarm clock , but by the tingles and shocks that raced across my skin.

I could get used to waking up like this everyday.

Here I was splayed across my mates chest listening to his strong, steady heartbeat.

I sighed in contentment , as the sound lulled me.

Not wanting to get up just yet, I tilted my head back and just admired my stunning mate.

He was the true definition of a Greek God. With his strong jaw line and perfect plump lips , he surely was a sight.

It amazed me how this handsome man would ever want someone like me. I know with his amount of power and wealth he could have any female he wanted eating out the palm of his hands, but for some odd reason he decided to stay with me.

That fact both excited me and scared me out of my mind. I know it's going to be hard but ,for him, I was willing to try.

During my stalker session, my hand started to do a little admiring of their own.

I started with his face. My finger trailed by his eyes, down his cheekbones , to his mouth .

Then I went down his neck and towards his muscular chest. When I reached the middle of his chest , a hand caught mine.

My head snapped up and I was met with the deep blue eyes of my mate.

I just sat there and waited for the anger that I knew would come. First of all, I was clinging onto him like a latch, then I woke him up with my stalking obsession, but to my surprise and relief he just placed his head on top of mine.

We lay like that for a while until a loud rumbling erupted across the room.

"Ha ha ha" Conner chuckled while I just buried my face in his chest.

I was pretty sure my face was a full cherry red at this point.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

Before I could lie and tell him otherwise , he was climbing out of the bed and putting on a shirt.

My wolf and I already missed his warmth.

"You coming?" He asked while waiting at the door.

"Ok" I said while getting out of the bed.

When he reached his hand out for min I flinched back out of instinct.

"I'm sorry" I whispered back.

"No it's fine." he said, but I could see the hurt on his face.

Instead of dwelling on it, he walked out of the room with me following close behind.

"What do you want to eat ?" he asked expectantly.

" I can cook." I said timidly.

"You don't have ."

"I know but I want to cook something for you ." I said while blushing profoundly at my own words.

"Ok I'll be in my office ; call me when you're ready ." he said while walking out of the kitchen .

After he left I got to work. I remember when I was in my old pack and they made me slave over the house, it's nice to not be forced to do everything

Come to find out I actually like cooking. Sometime during my cooking, I found myself singing that later turned into dancing.

I swiveled my hips while I stirred the grits around the pot.

The room was being filled with the mouth watering aroma of bacon, eggs, grits, and some pineapples.