Chapter Thirty Nine

DPOV

I'd finished making Roza and myself lunch but with a lot of effort. I had to keep myself focused on the cooking food in front of me rather than my Alpha who was lounging in a chair in just my shirt. Her long legs were draped over the armrest barely covered by the fabric, one hand twirling her long hair around her fingers.

She was reading one of her serial killer books and occasionally chuckled before falling silent again. After using all of my self-control, I finished cooking our stir-fry. I'd discovered if I fed Roza Chinese food, she's much more willing to allow my close proximity.

I sat a bowlful of stir-fry on the coffee table in front of her and pulled the book out of her hands. I stuck her bookmark in the page she was on and ignored her glare as I moved away from her. Her glare vanished as her eyes fell on the food in front of her.

"Thanks, Comrade!" She chirped, picking up her chopsticks and digging in. I quickly moved to put on clothes as her moans of approval drifted