Alpha Loren novel Chapter 68

November 16th

I woke the next morning groggy eyed and with a serious lack of enthusiasm for life. Thankfully, Leo was no where to be seen, but I could smell him from somewhere in the house.

I didn't move for what felt like at least an hour. Nothing seemed to be working in terms of motivation so in the end I just gave up trying to get out of the warm comfy bed and just lay there.

Eventually, my stomach gave me the inducement I needed to I tiptoe downstairs in search of food with the hope that my mate was in his office and wouldn't hear or notice me. 

"Morning Ella," a deep voice called from his office.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and froze.

"Morning," I replied before quickly diverting away from his office and into the kitchen.

I headed straight for the cupboard. I'll just grab my gherkins and be on my way...

Hold up.

Who stole my gherkins?

I climbed onto the counter to get a better look of the empty shelf, but all I found was a note with Leo's handwriting in the usual spot of my beloved pickle jar (yes I know we only met yesterday. It's called love at first sight duh).

My Dearest Luna,

I want to speak to you. Your gherkins are with me in my office. Feel free to come and collect them.

From you Dearest Alpha

xx

That son of a bitch.

I glanced over to the door of his office in the hallway.

The last thing I wanted to do was talk to him after last night but I was also desperately craving those gherkins.

So I took a deep breath and walked up to the door. I hesitated just outside, for some reason still reluctant to bring my hand to the door knob.

"Come in," he said.

I pushed open the door and my eyes instantly fell onto the jar of gherkins on his desk.

I reached forward but he got to the first and held it up away from me.

"Sit down," he said gesturing to the chair in front of him.

"What kind of game are you playing Leo?" I asked.

"This isn't a game, Ella," he replied, "This is how it's gonna be and it's how we are going to fix this fragile relationship. So sit the fuck down and talk to me."

I looked down at the chair before looking back to him. His face was hard and stern and the jar of gherkins were still gripped firmly in his hand.

I then slowly sat down, "You don't have to treat me like a child."

"Look me in the eye when you speak to me," he said. "Otherwise I might think you're scared or something."

I then realised how my gaze was fixated on the swirls and patterns of the rug on the floor and I looked up.