Chapter 49

ALPHA MARCELLUS STORM

She’s a perfect match for us, you know.

Marcellus snorted at his wolf who hadn’t been able to stop yapping about their mate all day, but couldn’t bring himself to deny the statement which he knew was nothing short of a fact.

Why? Because she called us out on our bullshit?

Yes.

Well, I can’t say you’re wrong about that. He chuckled as he walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, a second towel in his hands as he reached up to dry his hair.

Don’t say it like you didn’t enjoy it. His wolf chuckled and not for the first time today, Marcellus couldn’t help but agree.

Once he was dried off, he flung the towel back into the bathroom to pick up later and headed over to his wardrobe where he got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie; both black. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he lifted his knee to slip a pair of socks onto his bare feet.

With all the extra work he had been doing these past couple of months, it wasn’t any surprise to him that he had actually run out of things to keep himself busy and stop thinking about his mate; not that it had really worked.

If Marcellus wanted, he could call up his financial company and get them to email over some work to get busy with it in under an hour but he believed to have earned at least one afternoon off.

The only thing was that he had no idea what to do with his time.

He had completed some work this morning, kissed his mate, had her run away from him, attended a zoom call with his fellow Alphas, completed some more work, joined one of the training sessions, had lunch and then a shower. And it was only one in the afternoon and since he was determined not to be one of those Alphas that was always working in his office, he needed to find something to do.

We could always do our mate. That will definitely help pass the time.

Marcellus snorted at that, chuckling at the absolute audacity of the request. As if she’ll let us within a metre of her after this morning.

Well, you won’t know until you try.

You have got a point there. He hummed with a thoughtful expression on her face. But she isn’t home.

We’re awful good at waiting.

Again, you make a very valid point.

Marcellus wasn’t sure if he would come to regret this later or even how she would react since he didn’t know her all that well yet but whatever her reaction, he couldn’t wait. Or, he could since he slipped out of his room and walked over to the right where the guest bedroom – and her room for the past couple of days now – was.

It was torture have to listen to the sound of her move around room – and the pack house – during the day but it was even worse at nights. While her light snores and her gentle breathing lulled him to sleep, it hurt more and more every night knowing that she was only next door yet he couldn’t do a thing about it. All Marcellus wanted to do was march in there, slip under the sheets with her and fall asleep with his mate between his arms.

But he couldn’t since she saw him as nothing but the Alpha of one of the neighbouring packs.

However, perhaps he had managed to change her perception of him after stealing a kiss earlier, not that she hadn’t reciprocated it. In fact, he allowed himself to believe she had rather enjoyed it but with the way she had all but ran away from him – not that she could run in her heavily pregnant state – he wasn’t quite sure.

What he did know was that he had certainly enjoyed it.

Even though the guest room was technically his, Marcellus still felt slightly awkward about trespassing in her room without her there but the moment he opened the door, all of those previous fears and apprehensions went out the window.

The moment her sweet, honeysuckle scent overpowered him, Marcellus momentarily stilled and just blinked into the room, overpowered by the sheer power and strength of it.

If he thought her being so close was teasing him before, physically being in her room where he was enveloped by everything that was Anastasia Mulberry, then now was so much worse. Or so much better, depending on the way you chose to look at it.

Somehow being able to close the door behind him, Marcellus took a step further into the room until that multiplied in number and he found himself standing at the foot of her bed.

She hadn’t exactly decorated the room since she had only been here for a few days, but seeing the room with her things all around it and her scent wrapped around every nook and crevice of the room caused his heart to beat stronger and faster until finally, it all just became too much for him.

Turning around, he dropped himself on the edge of the bed allowed himself to sink into the bedsheets, groaning lightly. When he closed his eyes, it almost felt like she was right here next to him.

Marcellus wasn’t sure how long he stayed like this but the moment he scented her return to pack lands, he shot up and remained seated on the edge of the bed. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands.

If he were to get up and leave now, he would be able to return to his room and leave her none the wiser. Even if he were to leave it ten minutes and then leave, she still wouldn’t be able to tell that he had been in here since she wasn’t a werewolf and wouldn’t be able to scent him out.

His wolf growled in anticipation as he heard the car pull up outside the pack house. His heart started beating faster as she walked up the steps, said her goodbyes to her friends and walked down the hallway.

The moment he sensed her scent the strongest, indicating that she was right outside the door, his breath stilled in his throat.

Since Marcellus wasn’t sure why or how he had ended up in her room in the first place, he hadn’t exactly thought this through and the moment she opened the door and reached for the lights, a light scream escaped her he was quick to rise to his feet and hold his hands up to show her that it was just him and that he meant no harm.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” Marcellus apologised quietly,

“What else did you expect? Sitting around in my room in the dark?” Anastasia sighed and pressed a hand to her chest in hopes of stilling her beating heart, her eyes still wide from the shock of having returned to discover someone in her room. The fact that it was the Alpha and the same mated wolf she had kissed earlier just made everything all the worse.