Comfort!

Malia's POV

“You look stunning,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

“Are you serious right now?” I asked, already starting to get pissed.

I couldn't understand why he chose to compliment me at that moment. Like he wasn't there when I got all dressed up in the afternoon.

He stroke his chin, a stupid smirk etching on his lips, “You look damn gorgeous when you're pissed. I shall think of many more ways to get you angry in the near future,”

“Are you always this immature?” I asked, irritated.

“Are you always this breathtaking?” He retorted, and I saw the amusement dancing in his eyes.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Since you have nothing important to say, Alpha, I'll take my leave.”

I made for the door, grabbed the knob. I was going to pull it when I heard a low growl erupt from behind me.

I froze.

And slowly turned to face him. His green eyes had turned a deep shade of red.

“Sit,” he ordered, using his Alpha tone.

I held myself from shivering in fear and wisely walked to the sof