Chapter 87|Amour.

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**Isabelle's P O V

Lucas smothered his laugh with a cough and Damon looked away but if I’m not mistaken, it vaguely looks like his shoulders are shaking in mirth. Wonders.

That, I will dig deep and find out what it is later. Now, I have an Alpha to murder.

“What gives you the…”

You see this mate thing, it has its disadvantages because how can a single kiss. One kiss from the man whom I envisioned strangling just mere seconds ago turn me into a gooey substance holding tightly onto his forearm because my fucking knees were giving us away. The deceit!

Before Alexander took his lips off mine I had completely turned to mush, then he had the guts to kiss his way down my neck, paying attention to where it pulsed knowing how it was among my top three turn ons and coming back up as though he didn’t catch the bird I gave him which mind you was given to him after I’d made sure to capture the whole of his attention. He ignored it, deliberately.

“Missed me?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear and pinching the bridge of my nose like I was a silly schoolgirl.

The main problem is that he’s fling off my anger effortlessly and it couldn’t bounce back like a boomerang.

I couldn’t even seethe anymore, thanks to one single kiss. You hear that? One!

“There’s my girl, dunno why that fire breathing creature seems to be obsessed with possessing you.” He teased and earned himself a bite when his finger wandered too close to my teeth. It was purely accidental.

“She’s a hairsbreadth away at all times.” I managed to sass back assuming indifference but we both knew better. There was a reason why my hand was still latching tightly onto his arm and it wasn’t because my fingers found solace in the feel of his muscled arm.

“Is it the baby?” He asked when I made a face. I shuddered at the concern in his voice.

Don’t I have the right over my facial expressions too now?

“Never mind, Old Bea said something about hormones triggering the fire breathing creature. I wonder how you’ll be at your final trimester.”

This time I regained my energy and moved back three paces with him following right after without missing a beat.

“How do you know about hormones and trimesters? Who are you and what have you done to the De Luca Pack great Alpha Alexander?”

He chuckled at my faux display of shock and… outrage? No.

“Call me pathetic but my phone is filled with everything pregnancy related, babies and a pregnant lady’s health tips. There you have it, I’m very proud of it and the second part. That man has a greater title now. He's no more a mere Alpha, he’s a father to be and he is none but me, I am he.” His words turned me mushy once more and I felt a tear prickling my eye. I willed it back.

Much to our surprise, I am in my second month of pregnancy and I had not a clue of it. Old Bea knew, she said it’s been there before my abduction. I wondered if it was the night Alexander marked me while being in me after he found me packing up to leave for God knows where. That was after the first attack and I was sabotaged.

I shuddered at the thought of losing the child before it was even known. Had Leah known about it she would’ve gotten rid of it but I kept those thoughts to myself. No need for Alexander finding out and having the rage directed at her multiplied, tenfold. If wouldn’t do to find her mysteriously missing from the asylum.

“How fast can you get dressed?” He asked, assessing me with a focused look in his eyes.

“Am I naked?” I asked with a quick eye roll.

Alexander circled his hands around my waist drawing me closer until there was no space between our lower bodies. “Feisty,” he growled against my ear, “I like it, it turns me o..”

“What doesn’t turn you on? The slightest touch from me has you growing as hard as a pike instantaneously. You’re always aroused.”

“Just like you had to hang on tightly for dear life or you would’ve fallen on a heap before me?” He asked with the silly smile that seems to be his favorite expression these days.

“Touché.” I grinned.

“I would’ve held you, I wouldn’t have let you fall. If there’s anyone who should be on their knees for the other then it should be me unless if you have other things in mind that requires less clothing and more skin then I’ll happily oblige, consent.”

“Wouldn’t you?” I rhetorically asked “You need to hold up your name and maintain the image of the king of all things freaky.”

“You know I’m not freaky. If I was you would’ve gotten pregnant way before we made it back to New York.” There was a look in his eyes that made me feel like he was wishing that was how it happened.

Calm down man. Slow it down!

“Back to your question, what do I need to be dressed for?”

“A date.” His reply was vague.

A date where? What type of setting?

Men don’t bother with details as we do, they can get dressed in the same outfit for a date, a meeting with board members, a casual stroll, hell a trip and a funeral and believe me they neither will be deemed under or overdressed.

Us women, grr. I shudder at the thought of attending the different events stated above in the same outfit. Unless if said woman is a typical under-dresser or over-dresser which in my situation is none. I need more information.

“Just something casual, comfortable. We’ll be riding in a chopper.” Those were his words as he trotted me to the direction of our rooms and straight into the closet. I’ve moved to his room now.

“We’ll be out in fifteen minutes, take your time.” Then he shut the door close.

I nearly threw a shoe after him at the door.

What has become of me?!

But honestly how can he give me fifteen minutes to be dressed and deem it enough to yell “take your time”?. What time is he exactly referring to? Shouldn’t be the near to nonexistent one please, I thought shrugging off the sleeves of my dress with one hand and pulling another dress out of the rack with the other.