Alpha Landon | ✔️ (Published)

Chaper Six

~Althea

I stared straight into his deep blue eyes in wonder. They were so clear and pure, with no imperfections or specs in them at all.

Blushing red roses lay on the table in front of me, wrapped in purple coloured cellophane, with a ribbon strung around it. They were wilting already in the heat, dropping down over my fingers as I fondled the petals gently. It was such a nice gesture. They vivid colours clashed with the blue plaid tablecloth and green placemats.

"Thank you, they are beautiful," I sigh, glancing up at Cyrus. He smiles at me, glad I liked his surprise present. I felt a stab of guilt. He was so eager to please me, and I was still grasping to the fact that I could possibly be worthy of him.

We were sitting near the window of a Café, enjoying iced coffees. The quaint place, decorated with floral patterns and eccentric decor, was full with only an elderly couple, and a lone business man who was discussing something casually with someone over the phone. It was seemingly romantic in some aspects, and felt like we finally had some privacy.

"I'm sorry about the other day," I state blandly. I hadn't meant for Landon to come over, and so obviously scare Cyrus away. He must have been worrying about what had happened that night, especially since I hadn't talked to him for the past three days. I mean, how would you like it if the one you wanted to mate was having dinner with an unmated male, who just so happened to be an Alpha?

I had been too busy dealing with my deranged emotions and clingy parents. I hadn't even met with Landon, who I had hoped hadn't been sitting in our field, waiting for us pretentiously. Then again, a taste of his own medicine wouldn't hurt the Alpha himself.

"What exactly happened?" He asked. He fiddled with the gold ring on his index finger. I couldn't tell what the meaning of it was, but it had some pattern ingraved into the expensive chemical. Maybe it had his parents names; I was yet to meet them. I didn't even know if he had any siblings.

"Nothing really, it ended up with a massive agreement," I informed him. I wasn't complaining really. I was annoyed, but Landon has stuck up for me, which I would forever be grateful for. Cyrus seemed curious, but I could see the glint of jealousy in his eyes, which was unnecessary till he knew all the details.

Had Landon intended to kiss me? Did I want him to? I mean I have crushed on him all my life, but why now? Why now, when he knows I have finally found someone who may like me more than I like him, which never happens.

"About?" he asked meekly. I fiddled with the edge of the tablecloth.

"You, actually."

He blinked.

"He just doesn't agree with this whole, arranged mating business," I explained. At least that's what I thought was his perspective. Sometimes Landon has a different way of thinking and interpretating information.Like the time I told him I was crushing on someone and he blew up at me for being too young. I was fifteen, he was 16.

"What's it to him?"

He was getting agitated now. He was fiddling with his ring and ringing his hands. I watch him clench his jaw nervously. I hope this didn't ruin every thing for us.

"He's my friend, and he cares about me, that's all. I'm sorry if he doesn't agree, I mean I didn't for some time," I breath. I subconsciously slip my hand under the table and cross my fingers, silently praying he wouldn't get mad. I hoped he even saw it from my point of view, and had been thinking the same thing initially.

"So, you regret this?" He asks, his voice so monotone, it scared me. Crap.

I shake my head, feeling strands of hair slip from my braid. I reach across the table and and grab his fist, which was enclosed around a spoon that he had formerly used to stir his drink. I kept my hand on his, my eyes on him till he let he spoon go, allowing it to clatter onto the covered table.