Amelia’s point of view: Growling, he stared right back into my eyes. The sound was guttural, low and thick. “L-L-Look, don’t you dare try to scare me, okay!” I warned him but my voice betrayed me. “What if I do?” He reached my side in a flash. Jerking back in shock, I gasped when his face stopped inches away from mine. I gulped. We maintained eye contact for a moment. I couldn’t bring myself to glance away. It seemed like he had me hypnotized. I couldn’t look away from his yellow eyes. He hastily yet smoothly picked me up. I squealed in surprise. He threw me upside down over his right shoulder and carried me back towards the bed. “Leave me!” I punched his back but his steps didn’t falter whatsoever. What was he made of, rocks? “I’m telling you, I’m going to throw up.” Quick as lightning, he skillfully yet carefully moved me around until he was holding me bridal style. “Leave me!” I thrashed in a desperate way to get out of his grip. “If you move one more time, I’ll throw you
Amelia’s point of view: He could hear my heartbeat. He could tell that I was getting nervous. In other words, I was doomed. “So?” I asked with a shrug, trying to sound indifferent. “So, it means you’re slowly falling for me.” He winked at me. I took one look at the smirk on his face. He looked quite pleased with himself and his so-called discovery. I glanced up, briefly meeting his eyes, and then tried to look past his left shoulder. “Look me in the eyes, Amelia.” He said softly but I didn’t miss the slight urge in his voice. Breathing in a lungful of air, I did and he instantly locked eyes with me. His presence in my bedroom suddenly felt too prominent. I felt him moving closer yet, I couldn’t bring myself to step back. We didn’t touch, but his silver eyes held me, his intense gaze keeping me there, his body tantalizingly close. His arms wrapped about me. I felt the warmth of his arms around me. He held me tightly against him. His face was a breath away from mine – he could
Amelia's point of view: Rummaging through my wardrobe, I searched for the thing that should do the trick for Alejandro's disguise. "Got it!" I shouted, only to wince seconds later when I heard Alejandro hissing in pain from behind me. "Sorry..." I whispered out an apology while turning around. "I'm not wearing this." Alejandro's face paled once he saw what I was holding in my hands. "What do you mean you're not wearing this. Come here!" I grabbed his arms and made him sit down on the chair by my dressing table. Before he could complain any further, I placed the wig on his head and adjusted it properly. "Woah, you look damn sexy! If I was a man, I would totally fall for you." Meeting his eyes through the mirror, I winked at him. "Next time, give me a heads up before you say something like this. I was not ready for it." He groaned and glanced away, avoiding my eyes. It was a nice wig though and it looked... somehow okay on him. It was a wig of long blond curls cascading down his
Amelia’s point of view:“Alejandro, calm down! Please!” I whispered through gritted teeth as I faked a smile towards the onlookers who were currently busy staring at us in curiosity and amusement.Ignorant people! They were totally oblivious to what might go down if this gorgeous man beside me transforms into his wolf.All I know is that his beast would have a wonderful feast.“If you’re having troubles controlling your wolf, you can hold my hand.” I leaned closer and held out my hand.“Shall I hold your waist instead?” He reached out to hold the sides of my waist. His sudden movement made me step back with a flinch.“Huh?” I frowned.Raising an eyebrow at me, he asked. “Do I look like I’ll lose control over my wolf?”I slowly shook my head indian-style with a shrug while saying, “I-I maybe… maybe not.”Clenching his jaw, his eyebrows narrowed down questioningly as he took in the look on my face. “Was that a yes or a no?”“I don’t know.” I replied in confusion.He shook his head in di
Alejandro's point of view: "I'm here for you. I'm here to protect you and to guard you. And, I'll stay here until you would come back with me to the Poldark pack." I firmly said and then added, "I will wait for you no matter how long it takes.""I told you, I need some more time." She insisted while slowly shaking her head from side to side. "I know... but I came here for you so I'll stay here with you until you accept me. You can take your time... actually no! I'll give you two days to decide." "What do you mean by two days?" She asked sharply. "Like heck I'll be able to decide in two days. This isn't about choosing between two shirts at a shop. This is a life decision!" She exclaimed. "You take two days to make a choice for a shirt?" I was stunned. If she takes so much time for her clothes then she would take a lifetime to make a decision about us. "That's not the point, Alejandro." She deadpanned. Fuck! I like it when she says my name. It sounds like a blessing to my ears. 'N
Amelia’s point of view: “I have never cooked in my life.” Alejandro walked down the stairs after changing into his clothes. “There’s a first for everything.” I said with a shrug. There were still some remnants of lipstick on his lips but there was no point in telling him about it now that he’d already lost his dignity in front of the whole town. And, he looked kind of cute with his lips slightly more pinkish in color. Alejandro stopped walking altogether and looked at me with a face. “But -” “No buts, you agreed to help me cook.” I intervened before taking out the ingredients we would need to prepare lunch. “Why did I agree to this?” Alejandro tightened the knot on the baby pink apron I had given him behind his back, muttering to himself. “Hmm? Did you say something?” I turned to look at him with the spaghetti in one hand and a bowl and spatula in the other. “Nothing,” he shook his head. I pretended as if I didn’t notice that his eyes were still pinned on me and continued to
Alejandro’s point of view: When Amelia had told me to help her prepare lunch, I had just stared at her for a moment, unsure how I had felt about that. But, before I could have thought it through, Leo had pushed forth and had agreed to help her. Never in my one hundred year of existence could I have imagined I’d be standing in a flowery kitchen that early in the morning, cooking with my mate, my human mate. Now that I think about it, this was just a wonderful moment. Her laughter sounded like music to my ears… to my sensitive ears which weren’t so sensitive to her loud chuckles. Once her laughter died down though, I watched as her lips turned down into a pout. "No! Look at what you did, Alejandro," She breathed out gloomily. For a moment, all I could think about was the way my name sounded coming from her mouth until I noted the anger on her face. Yet, it took some time for me to come out of my reverie. "Hello, I'm talking to you." She snapped her fingers in front of my face to g
Amelia’s point of view: I woke up in bed feeling all warm. It was getting too hot for my comfort. I forced my eyes open when I finally understood why I felt so warm. The familiar sparks that ignited inside me and the tingles which erupted on my skin told me exactly who was the cause of my bed being so warm. But, what the fuck is Alejandro doing in my bed? I cussed out in my mind. I tried to move out of his hold but to no avail. Instead, he tightened his embrace, annihilating any scrap of distance between our bodies, refusing to let go of me. “Please, five minutes more.” He murmured in his sleep. Fed up with trying to get his huge arms off of me, I sighed and lay my head back down on his upper arm. I closed my eyes for just a split second to prepare myself for my next try at getting him off me when I felt his hand sneakily and slowly slipping lower and lower down my inner thighs, dangerously close to my pelvis. Almost instantly, heat flooded my sex at his touch, leaving my pelvis