A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 50

I glanced up at him and saw the genuine look on his face. I have seen a lot of things on his face since he brought himself into my life, from anger to fury and even lust, and none of those looks had an ounce of concern in them. That made me believe the man I once knew was a mere charade, but here now, sitting while he stared at me, I got a glimpse of the man I fell for years ago. 

I dropped my gaze from him, remembering he had also broken my heart when he told me he wanted more with me, only to turn around and demand the exact opposite. 

"Yeah, you're right," I said, withdrawing my legs from the cold, tiled floor.

We stayed silent and I could feel the tension building, but neither of us seemed willing to move on it. I know I didn't. I wanted to change the topic to anything that would ease the awkwardness. 

"Why did Henry attack me if you're the one he wanted?" I asked, changing the topic and easing the tension around. 

He stuffed his hands into his pocket and despite wanting to look up at him; I knew I couldn't. I had strong feelings for him even after so long. Extreme hatred could manifest in the forms of anger, sadness, resentment, and spite. I also had an extreme likeness. These could manifest as a smile, a kind comment, a longing stare, an eye roll, and those other annoying, weakening feelings. He didn't have to do anything that I would like. My likeness for him would kick in as soon as I no longer felt any form of resentment for him. 

I didn't even want to like him, but these feelings were beyond my control. 

"Because whoever attacked you knows that you and Zion are the weakest link to me." He answered. 

That didn't sound like a good thing, but all my attention stayed on was, "They?" my brow furrowed. 

"The rebellion pack." when my eyes narrowed in confusion to what he said, he added, "most werewolves belong to packs and alpha or a Luna rules those packs. In other words, the strongest wolf rules the pack." 

"You're the alpha," I pointed out. 

"Of liberation pack. The strongest pack in existence," he said, and I could hear the pride in his voice as he made this announcement. 

"But you're not that strong," I said because I could still remember his fight with Daniel and it was an equal show of strength from what I saw. He had also hinted at his lack of strength when he spoke a few minutes ago. 

If he took offence at my words, his reply didn't show it. "I'm not," he agreed. 

My stomach growled aloud, and I wrapped my arms around it, knowing he had heard it. 

"You should eat. You have had no decent food in your stomach for the past few days now." He said and made his way toward the door.

I couldn't blame anyone for that. Damor had brought me food then, and I threw it away because I was angry. "Yes, I haven't." 

"The chefs are almost done."

"You're no longer cooking?" I asked before I could help it because I remember Damor saying he had made the food I threw away. If the chef was making my food now, it could be because I pissed him off to the point he abandoned cooking altogether. 

He turned around from the door and shook his head, "I do someday."

I glanced down at my bandaged hand and wrist before asking in a low voice, "Can I see him?"

"Yes, I have no reason to keep you from him. But like I said, you need to regain your strength, so eating is needed. I have a few businesses to attend to and I will not be back early today." He took a step back before adding, "Dinner will be on me."

My eyes grew wide. "Okay, so you still cook?" I asked, unable to help my excitement. 

What has suddenly come over me? 

His face broke into a wide smile, and goodness gracious. "I still do. But I was with Zion before coming here. So I didn't have the time to enter the kitchen."

I smiled, "Dinner a promise, then?"

"Sure, let's call it that," he said and winked at me before leaving the room. 

I could get used to that. 

It didn't take long for the food to arrive after he stepped out and unlike the other times. I didn't argue when the food came this time. I ate like a starved animal. Well, I was starved, and I was also a higher animal and I could see the look Damor who brought the food gave me from the corner of my eyes. I paid no mind to him. Amongst the both of us, one hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours and that person's name wasn't Damor.

I reached for the glass of milk on the tray and I gulp it down, sighing in relief. The rice and fish tasted heavenly, but I couldn't compare them to the one Aaron made for me years ago. It was so delicious and I hadn't forgotten after so long. Perhaps it tasted better because I liked him.