Alpha Running Rogue

10. Lunch

Matthew's POV

"Aw. Gross!" I grab a handful flour and throw it all over her soaked body. She looks just like Christmas in human form, with the exception of the murderous glare. A mixture of egg and bolognese sauce dripped down the side of my face, as our failed attempt at spaghetti explained the mess in my kitchen.

"The spaghetti was your idea." Her arms akimbo as I watched milky flour begin crusting into dry dough. 

"I happened to have the ingredients, you can't blame a guy for trying." I shrugged and fought to keep in my laughter at her ridiculous appearance.

"What are you smiling at?" she narrowed her eyes. Oh, deity of the moon, save me from a possible future of darkness.

"Nothing." My face definitely did not betray my thoughts.*note sarcasm*. Look away. Look away. I try to shift my line of sight to the lovely cacti sitting on my curtain. Problem was, I didn't have curtains in my penthouse. Or cacti.

She stalked closer. Predator to prey. In this case I was on the latter end, and that was not good. Look somewhere else. Not at her. Focus on the strand of spaghetti in the pot. Wait. Why was there only one strand of spaghetti?

"Really now?"

"Yep. Nothing at all."

"Nice try." She pulled the waistline of my jeans and dropped a handful of spaghetti down my  pants. That she-wolf of a devil!

"ARGH!" I yell, jumping up and down in an attempt to get all the spaghetti out, unfortunately the jeans remain unforgiving and were not ideal in winning a food fight against a female. Arabella clutches her stomach in laughter, clearly enjoying my discomfort. Her laughter fades as I begin unzipping my jeans. 

"Wh-What are y-you doing?" I ignore her and begin taking my pants off.

"Stop. Stop right now." She covers her eyes with her hands. She's cute.

I take the spaghetti out, zip my jeans back up and walk towards her. She doesn't notice and I see her shaking a little. Wrapping my arms around her, she instantly tenses and pushes her palms against her eyes.

"I'm not naked Arabella. You an uncover your eyes now." I chuckle lightly at her reaction. Slowly, she pulls her hands away and wraps them around my waist but her eyes remain shut tight.  Her fingers trail down my back until they meet the top of my jeans. Checking. Well, so much for trust. Slowly, her eyes open. I see the flour sit softly on the tips of her lashes and the curve of her lips that make me hungry. 

"Um-we should clean up and eat something." she awkwardly steps back and runs to the bathroom.

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"So. What are we going to eat?" Both of us stand in front of the pantry with empty stomachs.

"You don't have anything except for Doritos, bread and coke. How do you live?"

"I'm usually at my office." I state.

"Well that's just great. Can we order pizza?" 

"I'll call one of my pack members to deliver." I'm about to mind link when she stops me.

"We could just pick it up ourselves. It's not even that far of a walk."

"I'm not going into human territory for a pizza." I say stubbornly.

"You'll be going with me and I've lived there for most of my life. Come on." she persuades, giving me the puppy eyed look.

"Fine." I grumble. Arabella runs out the door before I can say another word and grabs the car keys off the hook.

As soon as I shut the passenger door, she pulls out and begins driving at a dangerous speed down the winding road.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Slow the hell down, she-wolf. This car costs a fortune."

"Don't worry, we're almost there." She's still going 100 km/hr.

"That's not what I'm worried about. Will you just slow down!" No luck.

"I'm on a highway, I can go 110 now. Why do you live so far from humans? We could have just cut through the woods, but then we would have to change again. What a hassle." Arabella exclaims, increasing her speed by a fraction.

"I don't live that far. At the rate your driving, we'll reach the pizza place in half an hour." My grip onto the door armrest tightens.

"It's called Dominoes. Ever heard of it?" She turns to look at me with an eyebrow raised.

"No. Eyes on the road Arabella."

"Okay. Okay. Calm down." Calm down? Is she serious? She's driving 10 km above the speed limit? Did she just take her hand off the wheel? She's crazy. We're gonna die!

"Both hands on the wheel she-wolf!"

We arrive in front of the pizza place ten minutes later and I'm stiff in my seat. It takes me a few moments to straighten out and step out of my car. My car that I  should have been driving. I walk into the pizza place that read Dominoes and find Arabella already seated, opening a pizza box in front of her. I pull out the seat opposing her and take a piece of my own. Cheese and pepperoni heaven enters my mouth as I gobble up the slice. In a matter of minutes, the first box is finished and another box beneath is opened revealing Hawaiian pizza. Inhaling my food like rabid animals, I sigh in relief, feeling revived. 

"What?" looking up to meet her watchful eyes.

"I notice your pack eats a lot. Both you and your beta seem to thoroughly enjoy your food."

"Is that a problem she-wolf?"

"Why do you keep calling me she-wolf?"

"Would you much rather I call you something else? Ma Belle."

"Not that."

"Too bad. It stays Ma Belle. Oh, and I'm driving back. Keys?" I hold out my palm, gesturing for my car keys.

"It'll be night by the time you drive back. I'm driving."

"Not happening belle. Hand it over." reluctantly, she reached for the keys and dropped them in my hands. 

It's 5pm by the time we reach my penthouse.

'Alpha. The spy wants to speak with you, only you. He refuses to answer us.' My beta mind links me and Arabella looks at me questioningly. 

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Nothing. I have to go. Stay inside until I come back."

"No. I'm coming with you or you let me leave and never come back." She negotiates bluntly. There was no way I was going to let her go. The spy might recognise her alpha blood if I take her there. She had a right to come though, she was my mate but it would put her in the middle of a battle field if the spy spread the news.

"Fine, but promise me you won't say a word when we get there. This is my business.", giving into her bargain.

"Where are we going?"

"The cells. Now promise me."

"I make no promises."

"Arabella! Promise me." I force my voice harshly.

"I'll try." Is all she says before I press the accelerator.