Alpha Maximus：The last lycan novel Chapter 33

　　'Alpha Maximus,' Micah says and graciously bows his head.

　　'Micah, we were just talking about you,' my father says.

　　'Oh really? Good things, I hope?' He says and smiles at me endearingly.

　　I blush, 'Come on, Dad, move out of the way so Micah can come inside. You take up the whole doorframe, you know?'

　　'I'm a Lycan. I can't help being this big,' he shrugs, steps away from the door, and returns to the dining table.

　　Micah sits next to me. Our pinky fingers touch discreetly under the table. Micah hooks his finger around mine. We remain that way with coy smiles. The attraction between us is obvious to everyone in the room.

　　'Micah, I hear you will soon take over as Alpha of the Storm Glenn?' Theo asks.

　　'Yes, my father is thinking when I graduate next month that I would be ready to be Alpha,' he replies.

　　'I've heard you're one of the best fighters around?' My father asks, joining the conversation.

　　'Well, I don't know about that,' he says, giving me a wink.

　　My finger tightens around his, and Micah clears his throat.

　　'If it's okay with you, Alpha Maximus. I was hoping to take Lylah out for a run this evening?'

　　My parents' smile and nod in approval.

　　The first day Micah and I met, we had instant electricity. Micah transferred here from Storm Glenn a few years ago, residing with his aunty. His Dad wanted him to have a good education and form a good rapport with us since we are the closest town to his. We are known for having the best education system in the state. Micah had grown up learning wrestling and boxing and continued it here. I love how seriously he takes it, and when he found me training myself in the woods, he offered to train me himself.

　　Of course, I said yes. Sometimes we train at school during lunch or after school at the gym or meet in the woods on the weekends and train there.

　　Everyone knows Micah has been training me for three years, but no one knows how good I truly am. They only see little bits and pieces, such as when I lose my temper at one or both of my brothers.

　　At school, we sit together in every class we share, and the lunchtime, we don't train. I spend sitting on his lap while we eat together. We haven't shared our first kiss yet, but our feelings have grown stronger each day as I approach my eighteenth birthday. I'm sure Micah is my fated mate. Even though I'm not supposed to feel the mate bond until I'm eighteen, my stomach flutters whenever he looks at me. I feel a tiny spark when we touch. I always want to be around him. Micah is the only guy I think about. I receive a lot of glares from all the girls at school. They call me a 'Freak,' or I should leave the pack and join the humans because they think I don't have a wolf or magic abilities like my mother. Unfortunately, they could be right. My father said It's rare, but some people have been born purely human, having the wolf or magic gene skip them and, in my case, altogether. My mother believes that my wolf or magic will awaken eventually, that I'm just a late bloomer like she was with magic. I guess time will tell.

　　Micah grabs my hand, sending a small spark up my arm, distracting me from my thoughts.

　　'Ready to go for a run?' He smiles.

　　I nod, and we leave the pack house.

　　Micah removes his shirt, and I goggle his six-pack and masculine arms.

　　Next, he removes the lower half of his clothing. My smile widens, and so does his.

　　I've seen him naked many times, as I've seen him shift frequently. I don't think I could ever grow bored watching him strip.

　　He shifts into his large dark wolf, which emits a great power. Micah lowers himself so that I can climb on. Then, holding on, he breaks out into a sprint. My white hair whips violently behind me as Micah sprints vigorously ahead. An hour later, we arrive at our favourite destination by the waterfall. He shifts back to his human form, and I pass his clothes. Once dressed, he sits on the grass and pats his leg. I lay on my back, resting my head on his lap. Micah strokes his fingers through my hair while we gaze into each other's eyes. I can hardly keep my focus as I become lost in his eyes, and it's at this moment that I realise I love him. I'm deeply and truly in love with Micah.

　　'Lylah,'

　　The way he says my name in a deep and husky tone sends my heart racing. At one point, I think my heart is about to grow wings and fly out from my chest.

　　My hand lifts on its own accord and cups his cheek. Micah presses his face into the palm of my eye, and then his beautiful sable eyes return to mine.