049 Moving Yet Again

Willa's POV

I darted my eyes at the seat in front of me, and then I darted them back at the Alpha.

"What?" He asked with a shrug.

"Why am I at your house?" I asked, trying to suppress my impatience. I couldn't afford to shout at the Alpha...I repeated in my mind as I forced a smile.

"You were injured, so..." He shrug again.

How was that even a logical answer?! I got a house! Though it was also technique his, but...

"I want to go home."

"This IS your home, from now on."

"This is YOUR home. You gave me a home, a week ago." I frowned. How was I supposed to hide my one million secrets from the Alpha when I live IN his house?!

"Exactly, now I'm giving you this one." He grinned at me.

He grinned at me!

Something was wrong with him. Either that was Rudy, or he won the lottery. But it wasn't Rudy because his eyes didn't flicker.

The Alpha stared at me, and I stared at him--

"Please don't tell me you are waiting for me to make the breakfast." I almost snapped at him.

I was JUST badly injured by HIS spoiled little princess! He got me a shoulder bag just because she tried to murder me, and now she nearly succeed, shouldn't he be getting me a car or something by now?

"I WOULD say yes, but--." He smirked.

"My ribs hurt..." I clutched my wounded side and faked a painful look.

"That's weird, you should be healed by now." Alpha Kirsch put down my notebook on the table and leaned into my face, "Maybe I should feed you more blood, the dads-moms way?"

I jumped back a step, staring at him in alert. He smirked.

I sighed as I rolled my eyes, heading to the kitchen defeatedly. The next second I nearly bumped into a full plate. The plate rose out of my way as I flinched back, but then an arm pulled me into a hug!

"Oh my God!" I flinched back and looked up--

"Al?!" I shouted with a gasp, shocked frozen.

"Al?" The Alpha repeated my word in a mutter to himself, frowning in confusion.

Al grinned at me as he put the plate on the table. I stared at him with my mouth open in shock. He was in an apron! He was in an apron with his right arm wrapped in bandage--

"What happened to your arm?!" I reached out to his arm, and Al rose it closer to me but I didn't dare to touch, "Who could have hurt you...why are you even here?!"

"The Alpha did, who else?" Al made a bitter face, "HE broke my arm, AND he is making me cooking for him with only one arm!"

He rose his wounded arm to show me, like a kid telling on another.

I snapped my head at the Alpha, feeling anger riled up in my chest. How dare he?!

"Why did you hurt him?" I demanded, glaring at the Alpha, hardly able to control myself. I no longer care about staying in the pack anymore. I wanted my revenge! No one hurts Al!

Alpha Kirsch suddenly sat up straight, looking nervous as his eyes darted between me and Al before he furrowed his eyebrows at Al: "Can you please explain to her? She already hates me as it is!"

Al burst into laughter.

"So when you said you stayed in town, you meant at the Alpha's house?!" I asked Al, leaving the comfortable nest I just made in Al's arms. "I could have sneaked here--"

I bit my lips, realizing this was Alpha-inappropriate content.

Al grinned at my slip of tongue.

"Wanna help me with the rest of the breakfast?" Al nudged me on the shoulder as he went back to the kitchen, and I followed him.

It was a huge kitchen with absolutely no trace of any recent usage, except for that morning. Sunlight sprinkled little shiny stars on everything, but the several plates emitting delicious smells caught all my attention.

"You made all these by yourself?!" I shouted in awe, staring at the food piled in the kitchen. He made toast AND pancakes, with scrambled eggs, ham, cheese, two different sausages, AND bacons, all nested comfortably in different plates.

I poked the pancake and got the Maple Syrup on my finger. I put my finger in my mouth before I looked up at Al--

"It's soft!"

"Like how it SHOULD be," Al chuckled, gazing at me with a smile, "You do that again and Cerberus would bite you."

I NEEDED granny to meet Al. He would understand my shock when he meets granny's stone-bread, and maybe granny could learn a little one thing or two from Al!

"He won't! So, his name is Crebures?" I grinned at him, hiding my finger away, "He is the best and cutest!"

Al's eyes flickered.

"Cute name." I mumbled, knowing Cerberus was peeking out from Al's eyes, "I missed you. Where have you been?"

"Out. Sorry." Cerberus grunted and I burst into laughter at his clumsy answer. He stared at me with a confused look, turning around with his eyes fixed on me as I moved along the plates Al filled up with magic.

"What can I do?" I stole a blueberry from the pancake plate.

Cerberus frowned for a second and Al's eyes was back to his ocean blue. Cerberus hid away. Al tapped his temple lightly with his fingertip, as if adjusting the exchange with Cerberus: "He knows nothing about cooking--ouch!"

"What's wrong?!" I frowned nervously.

"He doesn't like me telling TRUTH about him." Al rubbed his temple with a naughty smile. I let out a surprised laugh as I walked over, putting my fingertips on his temples and rubbed softly. His eyes flickered for a second. Cerberus peeked out before he hid behind Al again.

Al pulled me in for a long, tight hug before he let go of me. He curved his lips as he handed me a plastic bag: "You are in charge of these."

"Strawberry!" I shouted in ecstatic before I grabbed it, looking for an empty plate, "They are my favorites--"

"Can I have my breakfast anytime soon? Some of us have work to do." A displeased voice came from the kitchen entrance -- the cold Alpha got impatient.

Oops.

I knew Al and I owned him favors just by staying there, but still, he was totally bullying Al!

"Right away, your highness," Al smirked as he picked up two plates, heading out.

Kirsch grabbed the plate out of Al's wounded hand with a frown as he protested: "You are just doing this to get me on her black list!"

Why was he so grumpy about that all of a sudden? He had been on that list ever since he rejected my appeal to join the pack for no good reason.

Al laughed as he headed out with his wounded arm draped over Kirsch's shoulder. I stared at that in shock. How could Al stand the cold grumpy Alpha and be so happy around him? Was he so nice to me just because he was like that to everyone?

I felt a little sad.

"Please don't put Alpha Kirsch on your black list," Al noticed me standing where I was with my mind wandering off. He came to me as he appealed, "Alpha Kirsch would only bully me even more if you do."

I frowned, darting my eyes at Alpha Kirsch who froze where he was, looking at us nervously.

Al pulled me into his arms from behind so we both faced Kirsch. His arms were around my waist, and his chin landed on my shoulder. I held my breath as my body stiffed at his touch. I froze nervously, the tingle rushing through my skin made me forget that little silly sadness I had a moment ago. I felt like the thin shirt on me burnt into flames as his hot body pressed against my back.

He turned and pecked me on my cheek before he whispered by my ear: "I need you here to protect me."

Alpha Kirsch: "..."

Well, I guess I was living at the Alpha's place now.