She enjoys no one better than me

“What are you waiting for?” Daven barked.

Abigail could see his red cheek and wondered if Ethan had hit him there and why the hell he did that. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Mia watching with bated breath.

Then, she smiled. 

“Thank you, Daven, “ she said. “This means a lot to me.”

She flashed a reassuring smile towards Mia. No, she wasn't getting hooked up by a pure wolf.

She could hear Mia cursing even as her faced played quiet and innocent.

She glanced at Daven's outstretched hand and smiled again. Then she moved forward..

Presently, he was the last person she wanted to talk to..last night, he had made a ridicule of her only for her to find out that he's Alpha Makael's son. Besides, she knew what his father would do to her if she's caught with him. The more reason she frowned her face the moment she was out of Mia's view.

She stopped and folded her arms. “Why are you here?” She demanded.

Daven, challenged by her audacity and ethereal beauty, smiled despite the anger simmering in his blood earlier from Ethan's attack. It had just been a blow but his cheeks still hurt. 

“Like I said…to make it up to you,” he answered. “Lunch?”

Abigail frowned. “No. Thanks.”

When he saw Ethan approaching, he pulled her towards himself, daring he could do anything he wanted. “You'll need it,” he said. 

Abigail hadn't seen him and she pushed herself off him with a strict warning. “Don't you ever do that again,” she warned. 

But when she saw Ethan approaching, fire  dancing in his eyes, she grabbed Daven's hand and spoke tooth in cheek. “Let's go.”

She held her breath as he approached. Ethan was a walking master piece. Mia had been right this morning, she knew. And she knew better because she had seen him naked. It was no wonder he could summon his ex wife and the next day she was having his babies.

Not her though. She admitted he was breathtakingly handsome but she wasn't stupid.

So she held her head high even though her heart was beating erratically, and walked past him like she hadn't noticed him.

Ethan grew irritated. He wanted to give up and let her be. 

She's a social climber, he told himself. But when he arrived in his office, he found himself overlooking the car pack through his and wondering why Abigail was getting involved with Daven.

“Is she doing it to get me jealous?” He muttered to himself. He sat down restless. “It's working because I can't stop thinking about her.”

There was Bianca in the way. He had to find a way of sorting out the mess with Bianca. After seeing her stab herself over an argument, he was certain that he needed her far away from him

He swivelled in his chair, lost in thought. He couldn't stop thinking about Abigail. Daven's words echoed in his head. He had said he would make her moan and cry in pleasure.

Had they fucked…and were they…?

He bolted from his chair and dashed to the window, half expecting to see Daven's car packed there, jumping from the rigorous activity going on inside, but the spot was vacant. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth and he returned to his chair, trying to focus on how to deal with the pregnancy Bianca claimed she had.

He grabbed his phone and dialed Alex. 

“I need you to go to Frey’s Medical,” he instructed him. “Bianca is there. She must do a test to confirm if she's pregnant and you'll get back to me as soon as possible. Understood?”

“Yes, Alpha,” he heard Alex respond.

The call ended with a click but his thoughts didn't. He pictured Abigail, naked, in bed with Daven, and his wolf growled, and his blood burned. 

He didn't even realise when he dialed her number. He waited for a connection, to hear her phone ringing. But he realised she had blocked him.

“Fuck!”

He flung the phone, waiting as the minutes passed. Lunch break was thirty minutes but this thirty minutes felt like an eternity. And he made up his mind that he was going reconcile with Abigail as soon as she returned, pushing his ego aside. 

It was his fault. It was because of him Pa Frey had threatened her. And he hadn't checked up on her after the accident she suffered because of his son. Only to be shocked with news that he was expecting a son with his ex wife. 

And he knew just the right way to get her feeling less upset again. He stood up, determined that it was going to work. Abigail loved flowers and dark chocolate. And most especially, she loved roses. So, she got two bunches. And a basket full of her favourite chocolates. He was smiling like a man that had won the lottery.

Hell, he was still very much in love with her. And he had told his father not to get involved. He didn't even care what the other wolves thought. He was going to get married to her. It was forbidden to the society but love was meant to be boundless, reckless and spontaneous. That was what he felt with Abigail. She awoke his youth in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.

Abigail was special. He had known that since that evening when he took her in his car and she trusted him like he was a man from her dream. And when he had touched her, he had known they were meant for each other, hybrid or not.

Thirty minutes went by and Abigail had not returned. And forty minutes went by. He stared at the clock frowning. His wolf was in his head, pacing, growling angrily and worried.

“Maybe she enjoys him better than you.”

He stared at the rose flower and box of chocolates. “She enjoys no one better than me,” he muttered. “Add tonight, I'll be making her remember the very reason why she fell in love with me.” It was a promise he intended not to break.