A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 72

I knew the big he spoke of and at this moment; I wish I did not know that. "It would go round if you hold your breath." the scarf was not wide, but it was big enough to wrap around his waist. "We only need to talk for a few minutes."

He mumbled something under his breath, but I didn't hear it. "Done. You can turn around now," he spoke, and I did just that, turning around to face the still naked man but for the scarf around him.

I couldn't speak because the skin of the man that stood before differed from the one I remembered over five years ago and I would know I ran my hands over him a few times.

His skin looked paler than it was then, but he remained the same in size. The side of his rib had a scar there, and I immediately figured that was the injury he sustained from his fight with Henry months ago. I curiously stared at his body, fascinated by what I was seeing. I knew my body had experienced the same level of change and the body I once had wasn't the same as the one I have now.

"I haven't had a woman give me this much attention in a while, Zera, I might read into it," he warned and I snapped out of my mind. I realised I'd done more than invade his privacy. I was scrutinising it, and that affected him more than anything.

I tore my eyes away from him and cleared my throat. "I'm sorry," I said and glanced down at my suddenly interesting fingers.

It was his fault. His skin had changed a lot since the last time I saw it, and it looked interesting and puzzling. It was only natural that I'd want to satisfy my curiosity.

'Wow, Zera. Look at you pushing the blame and not taking responsibility for your actions.'

"Why did you come?" he changed the subject, and that lessened the tense state of the room.

"Zion will turn five in two weeks. That's on the 25th. I thought maybe we can throw a party for him." I suggested.

His eyes flickered in delight, "Sure then, whatever you choose to do, I'd be there to support you." he promised with a smile on his face.

I pressed my lips together. "I was thinking I'd give you this year's honour."

"Why? Because I might not see next year's birthday?" he asked, his tone switching to an accusing one in a second.

Now that he said it like that, I felt bad, but I didn't consider his demise when I came up with the idea.

I shook my head, "No, that's not it. I just thought since this was your first birthday celebration with him, you might just want to plan it and I'd be here if you need me."

"Oh, that's thoughtful, then. I have, however, never planned a five-year-old birthday before and I might not know how to go about it."

"That's why I will be close by. We have two weeks to get it right." I encouraged.

He grinned, and his hazel eyes twitched interestingly. "Two weeks together planning. You're sure your boyfriend would be happy with that?"

My eyes dropped from his and I bit my lips. "We are not together," I answered, and he scoffed in disbelief before glancing up.

"You're welcome. Give me a second and I will dress up."

He was gone from before me in that same second, and a minute later, he came back. He had on a pair of black trousers, a shirt, and white sneakers. And in his right hand was my scarf.

He's telling me he could have done this five minutes ago after he transformed, but chose not to and made me give him my scarf instead.

"Here," he stretched his hand toward me, handing me my scarf.

My cheeks heated, and I glared at him, storming off without uttering a word to him.

"Don't you want it anymore?" he yelled from behind.

Not after you've tied it to your ass, I don't. "Keep it, asshole."

"Well, thank you," he yelled back, falling in line with me.

This birthday preparation will be a disaster...