Page 84 of My Grumpy Alpha

“No.” I hold up my hands.

“I’m not trying to be funny, just trying to figure out my dreams.”

He cocks his head.

“Your dreams?”

"Yeah.” I let out a large exhale.

“I keep seeing these two kids, the girl’s me I think, and the boy, well I don’t know who he is, but if you remember it, maybe you will remember him?”

"I chose not to,” he says after a few seconds.

“I chose not to remember the losses we had, or why they happened, I dug into finance and marketing and never looked back. Plus, I was a hybrid, I wasn’t welcome, even with my own brother.”

I touch his arm.

“I’m sorry.”

"No. It’s fine. You don't have to be sorry for my rejection. I wasn’t normal. I was an anomaly. Remember when I told you about how it’s looked down upon to be with a human and werewolf? Nobody says anything, but it’s not celebrated.”

"It should be.” I snap.

He tilts his head toward me.

“Why are you so fierce and cute at the same time?”

“Don’t call me cute.” I laugh, ready to throw bacon at him. He ignores my pout and continues putting the food on the plates.

It tastes amazing.

He truly is good at everything.

I moan and take another bite of the steak.

He doesn’t look up.

“Enjoying my meat, are you?”

“Low blow.”

"So low.” He cackles and then sets his fork down and drinks a glass of wine.

I watch him swallow. I watch everything about him. And then I ask, “Are humans bad to your kind?”

He frowns.

“No? Why?”

"Bite me.”

He starts choking.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Bite me.” I repeat.

“I want you to mate me.”