Fangs and Fur: The Alpha king's mate

Ancient

The night we slept with a pillow wall in between us, despite how childish he thought it was for me too.

He thinks he knows me.

How we humans think. That we cannot resist temptation?

As if.

Hopefully, Jenna will tell me something about some way to communicate with me.

I'm fact, even if there was nothing she would tell me.

We are heading to another building. I'm pretty sure I didn't spray paint, but I cannot give away information like that.

I probably wasn't anything he ever wanted in a mate.
In truth, I never wanted a mate; in fact, I loathed the idea.

He parks the car once again, still helping me with the paint and brushes as he sits in the shade in his lawn chair.

I started working in the sun, already feeling hot on my shirt.

After a while, I hear Marci.
"Adelaide!" I look over expecting to see Jenna; maybe she will come later.

I look over at Sebastian, who looks at me, expecting me to explain myself and her relationship as though he could read me so easily.

They look smug and cocky even.

"Sebastian, this is Marci, Jenna's sister," I tell him truthfully.

My pulse is already raving as I think of Jenna being hurt because of me.

"You have 5 minutes. It's supposed to be hot today, so hurry up and finish." He says

"I appreciate your urgency, but I'm not here to break any speed records. Quality over quantity, right?" I say annoyed that he is being the way he is.

He crosses his arms and watches carefully.

She pulls me into a hug, probably worried about me.

"Check your pocket later." She whispers quickly and quietly.

The pot of hope just started to boil, the surface rippling.

I may very well have a chance to leave him. I think.
I don't bother each other for touching my pocket and drawing attention to it.

We pull away.

"Maybe one day we could have a sleepover." O liked to play and just dance while we drank. That was so fun!" She says she is trying to keep her cover.

"Definitely," I say with a small chuckle.

She leaves, and I continue painting, almost done.

I throw the paintbrush in the pan, finally done.

He looks at it.

"Alright, beautiful, let's head home so we can have some lunch or something. How does that sound?" He asks me softly.

I shrug. "Whatever," I say softly.

He sighs loudly. "Listen, Adelaide, these dramatics have got to stop. Do you want food or not?" He asks me sternly as though talking to a child.

"Are you asking me on a date, Sebastian?" I asked, easing my brow at him.

He chuckles at my comment.
"A date?" He asks me, almost confused.

"Well, you know, normally when someone likes someone else, sometimes they ask them on a date. It's a custom that sometimes there is food involved, not all the time but most. Movies bowling stuff like that." I say obviously.

"I know what a date is, Adelaide." He says right back.

"Oh, I didn't know being all old as you are if you would." He said mockingly.

"Old huh?" He asks me amused.

"That's generous... I'd say ancient." I say avoiding his eyes.

"ANCIENT?!" He says it almost defensively.

"Well, obviously, what you have got to be older than 500 years old," I say in an obvious tone.

I read about him and fell asleep. I don't know how many times, but I do know he is over 500 years old.

"Many more, yes, probably close to 1000 years if anything, 996 years old." He tells me casually.

"See ancient," I say as I load the stuff in the car.

"I am not ancient compared to most vampires or wives, but I am very strong and come from strong bloodlines." He tells me he isn't that old.

"Oh well, sorry to disappoint," I say, rolling my eyes.

"You don't disappoint me." He tells me.

And he starts the car.

"So you are not going to ask me on a date or what? Old man." I say, looking at him.

He smirks. "Why would I need to ask you on a date? You are already mine? But if that makes you happy, Adelaide, will you eat lunch with me?" He asks me with a neutral face.

"Well, I am hungry," I say to him, as he hasn't put the car in gear.

He looks at my lips for a moment before looking back into my eyes.

Before he puts the car and gear on and drives.

I see his tongue flick on his bottom like a small wave of heat through me.

Before he sniffs the air briefly, his eyes darken, and he tightens his hold on the steering wheel.

I shift as I try to get comfortable. He keeps looking at me in the mirror, and it is just making whatever the hell this is much more noticeable and uncomfortable.

"Whatever you are thinking, stop it." He tells me with a command.

There's something wrong with me because his words send another wave through me.

I cross my legs. I can't be weak, not right now. I can't let him win.

God, I need to find a way to break the bond sooner rather than later; it's already making me weak.

I think of curtains. Hmm, how often should you wash them? Seems to do the trick and not looking at him either.

He was right, though this was so strong yesterday I was stronger, but anytime I'm by him nearby, it seems to strengthen the bond between us, and he knew it.

He drove to the restaurant, his eyes steady on the road as though looking for danger.

He pulls into the parking lot, and I don't touch my handle, knowing he doesn't like it.

"Ahh, good girl, you're learning." He says softly before kissing my cheek and opening his door.