7

Aira Valerius

I have not seen Alexander--my husband--since last night when he brought me to his ridiculously big and posh penthouse. I did not grow up poor, my father is the Beta and that accounts for something, but I also was never exposed to this much wealth. Even Rico does not get to live in places like these, unless he did, and I did not know.

It would not be surprising. The bastard can lie, now I know that.

Alexander's housekeeper, her name is Brenda, whom I am very certain is a wolf judging from the aura i was getting from her, was the one that helped me settle in and keep me company. She is nice to be honest, though I could tell she was hiding something regarding him, just so I could at least know my husband, goodness that feels weird to say, she would not open up. Her response was always that he would inform me himself.

But how can he when I have yet seen the man around anywhere.

I could not explain it, but I have a feeling Alexander is a wolf with power. I can feel it.

I am not complaining, I like that I got the room to myself to sleep in without having to wonder how awkward it would be to live with a complete stranger, but sleeping was harder than I expected. I kept on tossing and turning around in bed, and each time I closed my eyes, the memories of Lisa and Rico in bed flashes, as well as how they killed me.

Safe to say, I did not get any sleep, and by the time morning came, I was a walking zombie.

Brenda, who I spotted to be working around in the kitchen, did not notice my presence at first. And when she turned around and realized my presence, she jumped back for a moment, eyes wide, a hand going to the spot where her heart was.

"Mrs. Thorne, goodness, you scared me!"  She breathed out, attempting to pull up a smile but I could tell she was very much faking it. "You got a little..." She gestured to my hair with her hand, her face fprming a grimace. 

I offered her an apologetic smile. "I am sorry." I advanced towards the stool by the kitchen entrance and settled on it. Reaching one hand out, I patted down my hair that I am sure resembled a bird's nest--curse natural curly hair really. I always try to remember to keep a scrunchie but I always forget.

After my not so good attempt at patting my hair down, I could tell from the look on her face that I have done a terrible job. I flashed her another apologetic smile. "Good morning." I greeted instead. 

She regained her composure. "Good morning," She greeted back, her tone light. "I hope you had a good night sleep?"

"It's okay." I shrugged, suppressing a yawn. There was no need to share my insomniac details with her. I glanced around the place, my brows drawing in before I found her gaze again. "Where is...he?" It felt weird to say his name for some reason. I do not think i have yet uttered it out even.

"Mr. Thorne had an early conference meeting, so he has been in his study room since early morning." She explained, dropping the spatula that was in her hand aside, done stirring whatever it was she was cooking. "But he should be done any minute now."

I hummed, nodding slowly to myself. So, he was around after all.

"--oh, he's here already." Just as she had said that, the sound of soft, firm footsteps approaching reached my ears, making me turning around on the stool.

True to her words, he was indeed coming over--except unlike last night, he was wearing something more laid back. A plain black shirt which he paired with dark pants. It was simple, but he managed to pull it off really well truly.

But it was his gaze that held me in place which almost had the words in my throat dying.

Why did I not realize it before? The man looks like te finest work if art. He's even more gleaming in the morning.

My heart raced at the sight. 

I swallowed a lump, quick to shake the thought away. What was I thinking even?

His expression was impossible to read. It did not help that his lips were set into a tight line, his eyes almost cold. He was almost intimidating. Keyword, almost.

But when he came to stand in front of me, I did not know when my lips parted and I blurted out. "Good morning, husband."

He arched a brow, and I mentally face palmed myself.

Way to go embarass yourself Aira. Way to go.