Page 85 of My Grumpy Alpha
His wine glass falls from his fingertips and crashes against the floor. His eyes light up like fireworks.
“No.”
“Bite me.”
"Stop saying bite!” He jumps to his feet and starts cleaning up.
“I’m not mating you.”
“Because I’m not good enough?”
“Because!” he roars, slamming his fists against the counter.
“You’re too good! I would never damn you that way, to be with me for an eternity, just the other day you were making plans with Xavier, I’m not going to curse you to only see my face for eternity and why are you laughing right now?”
"An eternity, right?”
"Stop walking toward me.” He warns, holding up both hands like he’s terrified.
“I’m serious Ava, do not do this, you don’t want this, it’s the wine, it’s the mood, the sex, fuck, I don’t know, but I do know I’m trying to protect you.”
I can’t stop myself.
This is right.
I feel it everywhere.
I finally.
Relax.
I breathe.
I don’t need my past.
But I do need him in my future.
He’s still as a statue as I wrap my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist.
“Bite. Me.”
His lips tremble.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
I cup his cheeks as his incisors descend.
“Weird, because I thought I was asking for forever with a grumpy werewolf.”
He looks down.
“You won't have a choice if I bite you.”
“Good, then let me choose now.”
His hands tremble as he gently puts me on the breakfast bar.
“You don’t need to choose, you have time, and this isn’t even—“
