The Alpha's Little Slave

Chapter 42: Two Sides of a Coin

After Blaise and I celebrated the cementing of our mate bond with more vigorous bedroom activities, we got dressed and emerged from my bedroom for a much-needed meal containing actual food.

"Since we’re mates, do I have to move in with you?" I asked curiously. My current room was the room I was first held captive, in House Sirius. It didn’t seem right to be residing in a pack house that was separate from my fated mate.

"You can if you want." Blaise’s face brightened at the thought. "I’ll let you pick any room you want, in addition to having an eternal invite to my own."

I laughed at his cheekiness, and we couldn’t help but cuddle each other, bubbly joy coursing through my body. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Unfortunately, this also meant that we caught the eyes of more than one werewolf living in the pack house. Murmurs immediately started to spread as they caught sight of our clasped hands.

Their mouths fell as they caught sight of Blaise’s face; I guessed it wasn’t every day that they saw Blaise looking so lovestruck and happy, a blissful smile on his face as he gazed back at me, the tops of his ears flushing an adorable pink.

He was so handsome, it took my breath away.

I didn’t have the sharpest hearing, but I would be outright deaf if I couldn’t hear the outraged whispers as their tongues started wagging at our display of affection.

I wondered if they could tell that Blaise and I had marked each other.

Surely they weren’t fools!

Well, they could mind their own business. I was finally going to get food. Yet I couldn’t help paying attention to their nonsense. freēwēbnovel.com

"Why is Beta Blaise cuddling her out of all people?" Affronted glances were shot my way by jealous werewolves.

"I heard she’s punished by the alpha." Dramatic gasps greeted this statement.

"How is that a punishment?" Another werewolf demanded in an envious hiss.

"Do you think they are... mated?" A small voice asked hesitantly, only to be shot down by a chorus of disapproving boos.

"Blaise can’t mate her without the Alpha’s permission! Are you crazy? That woman is Damon’s fated mate, but our Alpha would never want someone like her!"

"So she seduced Blaise to get even?"

"Poor Blaise... he’s been taken for a ride!"

I rolled my eyes; apparently, the news of Blaise being my fated mate was not common knowledge, and now everyone thought I was throwing myself at Blaise to better my chances. Honestly, it’s like they had no clue what their pack Beta was like. I’ve only known Blaise for slightly more than a week, and even I could tell that he wasn’t someone who would be susceptible to cheap seduction.

If I wasn’t his fated mate, he would never have paid me a second glance! With such vivid imagination and a remarkable tenacity for jumping to conclusions, these gossipy werewolves were wasted in the pack house. They should be off writing novels.

"Don’t worry about them. I’ll make an announcement later to the entire pack," Blaise said, shrugging easily as he caught my scowl.

He gently prodded at the furrow between my eyebrows and smiled, holding out a plate laden with so much delicious food it looked dangerously close to overflowing.

There were grilled sausages, fried bacon, and a piece of steak, along with vegetables like pickled onions, corn, and pumpkin. I could smell the mouth-watering aroma even from such a distance, and I licked my lips.

Blaise’s eyes darted to my tongue. I couldn’t help but smirk, loving my effect on his libido. Blaise, realizing he was caught, merely smirked― his grin promising wicked things in my future. For now, he cleared his throat and placed the plate in front of me as though he was a waiter, and I, the food critic.

"Enjoy Fangborne’s culinary specialty, courtesy of our talented chefs," he began, his voice deliberately pompous. "First up, we have freshly made cheese sausages, courtesy of our butchers. These pigs were fed with nothing but the most premium swill to produce tender flavorful meat for you, Madam. The cheese is imported from Europe. I have no idea where exactly it’s from, but since no one has fallen ill, I assume it’s good. Please have a bite."

I laughed at the ridiculousness of his speech. Blaise clearly had a flair for the dramatics. I wondered if he was like this when he was younger.

"Blaise, sit down and eat with me," I said, patting the seat next to mine. "You took a lot of food, I don’t think I can finish it all by myself."

"If you insist," Blaise said and easily sat down. "This is all part of my nefarious plan to share your meals."

I laughed even louder. Oh, my fated mate was a clown. I sensed many laughs in my future, something I sorely needed after my disaster of a childhood. Maybe the Moon Goddess knew what she was doing after all.

"Blaise, you could just ask."

"Where’s the fun in that?" Blaise propped his chin on his hands as he watched me begin to dig in. "Let me know what you think."

I jabbed my fork into the sausage and bit into it, blinking in surprise as I felt warm cheese ooze into my mouth. It added a delicious salty flavor to the peppery sausage, and I couldn’t help taking another bite. This was so good that I let out a moan of pleasure.

"This sausage is delicious," I said, staring at my food as I tried to lick at the cheese to get more of it.

I’ve never had anything as decadent as this in my old pack― forget sausages, I would be thankful if they gave me unsalted minced meat. Small wonder I was frailer and weaker than everyone else, even without a wolf.

"I’m glad you think so," Blaise’s voice sounded oddly hoarse, and I looked up curiously only to see that his eyes were dark with desire. His throat bobbed as his gaze focused on my lips... and the sausage.

Oh.

Oh.

My cheeks flushed as I finally understood why he was looking at me so intently.