I sat on one of the island stools savouring every smell present: my mate's, chicken and tomato fettuccine Alfredo.
He moved around the kitchen with great dexterity, handling the ingredients the way professional chefs do it on cooking shows. I must admit, my arousal is at its peak.
"A hot Greek god, wearing an apron, holding a package of fettuccine with a messy hair, so drool worthy" I sighed.
My wolf nodded in agreement at the sight before us.
"you know you could assist me with this" he said turning away from what he was cooking.
"I could but I won't. I don't want to ruin your masterpiece, so no I'll pass"
Brandon eyed me with amusement while I only smiled in return.
"don't worry Dorothy, it will be fine and moreover this is not my masterpiece. Wait till you taste my Apple pie, it's the best" he said with lopsided smile.
I shook my head while offering him another smile. "no no no, I think it's best if I don't do anything. Please just make haste please, I'm starved" I gestured with my hands towards all the pots and pans on his cooking area."so when will you be done"
"hmm... In the next five minutes" he replied with a toothy grin.
I sat calmly waiting for him to complete the meal and serve me my share. I must admit, the aroma of the food had me going haywire.
"speak for yourself, that fine specimen there is the only thing I can smell" I rolled my eyes at Coral, could she be more obvious.
•••few minutes later...
"and it's done" he said while sprinkling some Parmesan cheese on both plate. He tossed a fuller plate in my direction and gave a nod to carry on.
I picked up the fork placed beside the plate and whispered a 'thank you' to him.
I clutched the fork within three fingers ,caught a few strands of the ribbon shaped pasta between the lines of the cutlery and twisted it in circles. The tines start wrapping around the fork until I had a tidy little bundle wrapped up.
I carefully lifted the bundle up to my mouth, maintaining eye contact with the chef who was anticipating my reaction.
A satisfying throaty moan left me as I chewed slowly, in nanoseconds I've had five more bundles, chewed, swallowed and repeated.
Our little bubble was terminated as the rude girl from earlier this morning stalked towards Brandon and wrapped her perfectly manicured fingers round his neck.
I was still contemplating whether to react or not, as rolled his eyes at her and detached her arms from around him. He slowing created a distance between the both of them, picked up his plate and came over to my side.
"would you like a plate" I asked the girl with the best polite smile I could muster.
Brandon sent a glare my way but I smiled at him too.
"No, I'm on a very strict diet of fruits and salads. We wouldn't want the Luna obese, would we? " she replied with a smirk.
"Pauline -" Brandon was about to say something but I placed my hands on his lap with another smile.
"you know Pauline, if this was a beauty pageant you would be the perfect contestant" I said with a smile. "with your gorgeous hair, perfect tan, beautiful skin and lovely body"
She obviously liked that statement because she flipped her hair and picked at her red fake nails.
"but its not. Do you even know the ABC of being a Luna. It means no visits to the hair parlour, nail salon or spa and no relaxing under the sun for a perfect tan because all your free time will be for taking care of your Alpha and the pack. That means your very strict diet will be cancelled and you will end up being obese"
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ALPHA BRANDON { On Hold }
Werewolf~We could stay forever as long as we stick together~ Dorothy Perkins needed a new chapter and moving to a new pack was the only way she could archive that after losing her parents, younger brother and mate to be to an attack. With all hopes of ever...
