Taking What's His

Chapter 22

I held the phone to my ear, letting out a sigh as it continued ringing. It had been a mistake to call Nora instead of my mom since she rarely ever answered the phone. I hadn't called my mom directly because every time I did she panicked, thinking it would be me telling her the Alpha had done something terrible.

"Athena?" Nora asked as she picked up the call and I couldn't help but snort.

"Yes, don't worry it's me calling from his phone." I reassured, although it unfortunately wasn't too farfetched an assumption that the Alpha may call her. He seemed quite hell bent on forming a proper brotherly bond with her.

"Have you guys left?" I asked.

"No, but we should soon. I think we'll be there in about two hours."

"Okay take your time, no rush. Have a safe drive." I said before hanging up.

"Why haven't they left yet?" A voice asked from right next to my other ear making me nearly jump out of my skin in fright.

"Don't do that." I exclaimed, whirling around to look at the Alpha who was staring back at me as though I were the strange one.

I was only more bewildered when I caught sight of him. He looked as he usually did, impossibly poreless and perfect except for one blaring detail. The white dress shirt he wore was clearly custom tailored and ironed to perfection paired with well-fitting black slacks but tied over his clothes was a light grey apron with a frill along the sides. The innocent apron looking incredibly out of place on his hulking, intimidating visage. He raised his brow expectantly as though reminding me that he were still waiting for a response.

"I don't know, I've been here all morning. They're probably just running a little late." I answered dazedly, still unable to believe what I was seeing.

"I've already put the quiche in the oven, if they're late it's gonna be cold and not taste the same." The Alpha grumbled and I blinked at him in incredulity.

"I'm sure it'll be fine." I said, for lack of anything else to say when a beast of a man was complaining about his baking not being served at its freshest.

"You're right, that's not the star of the show anyway." He responded and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at how insane this situation was. If you had told me a couple months ago that the Alpha would be fretting over his baking I would have thought you to be a bigger lunatic than the man himself and yet here we were.

He seemed to catch on to my amusement and looked horribly torn between being offended or happy but settled on turning his back on me and walking out of the bedroom. He turned back at the door, cocking his head outwards as though asking well aren't you coming?

I really didn't want to but trudged after him anyway. He had been fretting and obsessing over the lunch since last night. Going so far as to call one of his pack members and forcing them to do a late night run to the grocery store to switch out some of the ingredients that did not meet his impossible standards.

The bell rang just as we had made it down the stairs with yet another delivery. Though the shadowy glass pane on the door I could see the person leaving something at our doorstep before turning to leave. I walked ahead with a sigh, assuming it was another insanely expensive meat cut or exotic fruit.

I put on the kettle to make myself a cup of tea, turning to see what the Alpha was bringing in only to see him carrying in what looked to be at least 4 giant bouquets of flowers.

"I think we'll put the carnations in the kitchen, the peonies in the hallway and the chrysanthemums in the living room." The Alpha said, his tone indicating he was waiting for my approval.