Free Web NovelChapter 12: Doing All The Work Alone
Liam’s POV:
Since I came back from her room, I have been standing in the kitchen like a sculpture, resting my hands on the counter and beaming like an idiot.
I know this is kind of ludicrous for some people but I just loved seeing my mate eating well.
I shut my eyes and bit my lower lip when the image of Anastasia sitting on her bed flashed in my mind.
The way her robe opened a little bit exposing her fair milky-white thighs that got bigger the second she pressed them against those silky bedsheet...Agh, I’m being a pervert.
Liam, your parents raised you better than that.
No, I am not a pervert, because she is my mate and I can not help it.
I slowly opened my eyes as my hands gripped the counter’s edges, when I remembered the fact that there were other people who had the chance to see and touch her thighs.
" Oh my God, Liam. What have you done?" I flinched when I heard Claire’s shocked hoot behind me.
I spun around, only to find her ogling at my hands with expansive eyes while covering her mouth with her palm as a sign of how thunderstruck she was.
What’s wrong with her?
At first, I did not understand why she was stunned but the moment I averted my gaze to where she was looking, I also widened my eyes in incredulity.
I gulped as I loosed my fist only for pieces of the counter to fall broken on the floor. freёwebnovel.com
I broke the counter.
" Are you okay? How did you even break this? Did you injure your hand?" Claire inquired in concern as she strolled toward me to check my hands, only to sigh in relief when she did not find any cuts in them.
Then she looked at the broken counter, as she watched that certain area shuttering into small pieces " We need to ask someone to fix this before lunchtime. What even happened?"
Yeah, what happened Liam, tell her that you are a dumb coward who is hiding because he is scared of rejection and now is angry because you thought of the fact that other people had sex with your mate.
" I don’t know, I was zoned out. I don’t know how that happened." I lied, well obviously I can not tell her the truth...
I have not even told my own mother about who my mate is.
A chuckle left Claire’s mouth as she patted my back " Take it easy on us, buddy. We are not built to be working with a 6’7 feet rugged guy like you."
" I’m actually just 6’6. Also, I don’t like violence I swear." I replied in a very serious tone, only for Claire to laugh and ask " Just? Okay, my apologies, gentle giant."
I laughed with her, actually, Claire is the first legit friend I have ever had.
It feels nice to have friends, but would she still be my friend if she happened to find out about my rank?
The "friends" that I had back when I was little, all left me when they found out about me.
Most were scared of the abomination.
" Hey, Liam." We were interrupted by Caleb who stepped inside the kitchen with a tray in his hand.
I looked at the tray, only for my lips to curve upwards in a smile " The alpha enjoyed every single bite. She even stopped me from taking the tray until she finished everything... Well almost everything, I guess she was full enough and could not drink the whole glass of the orange juice."
My heart is about to come out of my chest, I think I will just pass out for a second and I will be right back.
The tray is empty, Anastasia ate everything I made for her.
" Damn, you were right, Liam. How did you know the alpha was that hungry?" Claire asked, while I took the tray from Caleb and put it in the sink while smiling like a fool.
I tried my best to hide my grin as I looked at her " I didn’t know, I told you that ruts could consume a lot of her energy. She needs more food and nutrients after you know."
I guess my attempt to hide my grin did not work that much because Claire chuckled while looking at my eyes " Why are your eyes shining happily like that? You care so much as if the alpha is not just your boss but more like your mate."
I wanted to gasp and express how stunned I was at how I had just gotten busted by Claire but I was able to laugh it out " Funny, but I don’t like alphas that way."
Nice lie, I hope she buys it.
Claise lifted her brows, then she laughed " Are you serious? I a woman alpha just like her and used to kind of have a crush on her and you a man don’t like her that way?" She then burst out laughing.
Why does everyone have to like my own mate? Can’t they just like someone else? freeweɓnovel.cѳm
I have to fight not only men but also women for my mate.
Amazing.
" Don’t you have a mate?" I asked with the fakest smile I had, I tried to make it look real but I just can’t fake happiness when I’m angry.
Claire nodded and showed me the mark on her neck " I do have a mate. That was before I found him. I would never look at someone else other than him, but hypothetically speaking, if the alpha wants me, I’m so down. Have you seen her before? She’s an attractive true blood and she’s 6’2. Talk about about being God’s favorite."
Well, I agree with that, my mate is attractive, beautiful, strong, smart as hell, a great leader, different, and yeah, she’s tall.
Her eyes are so beautiful, I could look into them for the rest of my life.
I smiled like a fool again, only to be pulled out of my daydream by Claire who nudged my shoulder for me to look at who was walking down the stairs.
I gulped.
It’s nobody other than Anastasia.
She dressed in all black, a corset... Oh God.
She is wearing a corset, some skinny black pants with a long black shirt under the corset that reaches her ankle, which makes it look like she is wearing a dress.
She also has a necklace around her neck, it looks like a combination of a choked and a necklace.
Her hair is parted in the middle and has loose curls at the end, these curls bounce with each step she takes.
" Nice lipstick, Ana." That was her little brother who came running toward her and hugged her leg while staring up at her, completing how good she looked with red lipstick.
Anastasia looked down at him and gently pushed him away from her leg so that she could carry on walking out of the mansion.
What she did make the little man pout and hug his Iron Man toy in his arms.
" The alpha does not like kids," Claire stated while looking at the little boy with unhappiness in her eyes.
I sighed and sauntered out of the kitchen, heading to the living room where Anastasia’s brother was standing and looking like he was about to burst out crying.
I love kids so much, not the bratty annoying loud ones though.
" Hi, buddy." I wanted to laugh so hard because he looked terrified because I kind of came out of nowhere.
This is why I squatted in front of him so that we could be at the same height as I lifted my hand to gently wipe those tears away from his face " What’s your name?"
" Alexander." I smiled at how he tried to make his tone as stable as possible, as I cooed at how adorable this kid was.
" Why are you crying, Alexander?" I asked in the most gentle tone I have.
That’s not me speaking, that’s my omega side that loves kids.
He sniffed and wiped his eyes aggressively with his forearm " My sister hates me."
" Why do you think she hates you, little guy?" I asked as I patted his tiny head, while he started sniffing and holding his tears but ended up sobbing either way " She doesn’t hug me and doesn’t spend any time with me. And when I hug her, she pushes me away every time."
That’s true but I don’t think Anastasia hates her brother, I think she just is not good at showing her emotions.
" Did you know that your sister is the head alpha of our pack?" I asked as I wiped his new tears, and I watched him nodding.
" She is the one doing all the work for us to be safe and comfortable in this huge pack and that takes a lot of time. She also does not have her mate to help her so she is doing all this by herself. This is why she gets tired most of the time. She loves you, she just does not know how to say it, buddy. Come here."
He nodded and smilled understandingly, he is a smart boy for his age.
I pulled him into a hug and lifted him, only for him to scream in excitement at how high he was right now.
" We still have some time for lunch, let’s play," I said before helping him to hop on his shoulders and holding him carefully before running fast which made him scream and giggle excitedly.
I felt my eyes tearing up when the memory of the nine-year-old me being carried by my adoptive father and playing together just like this flashed in my mind.
