Chapter 33
Caden’s POV
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I see Alessia’s decision in her eyes before she opens her mouth to voice it out.
“Ok,” she whispers. Then her head rises to meet mine. “How long does itst?”
“A week. Could be more.” Most of the people that I know who have found their mate are mated and have
marked each other before the first heat cane. A heat is basically nature’s way of telling you that you
have to fasten the pace.
For mates who reject each other, the heat doesn’te around but since Alessia and I have
neither done the first nor thetter, nature has decided to take things into its hands.
I don’t want to tell Alessia that us rejecting each other may just be an option to put her out of
her misery. Mostly, because I’m not sure if the heat will stop after the rejection and also
because…I’m not ready for the rejection.
Ah! Yes, I know I’m being a selfish a s s by making Alessia go through this pain but I’m going to
make sure I ease her pain in any way that I can.
Alessia’s rumbling stomach breaks the silence and I chuckle as she flushes bright red. That o r
g a s m must have really taken something out of her.
I stand up and make my way over to the door, turning around just when I have my hand on the
doorknob. “I’m going to find something for us to eat in the kitchen. I always have the kitchen
stocked up with snacks if not food stuff. In the case of neither of them being avable, I can
always ask Alex or Raphael to run over here with something. “You can have a bit more rest. I’ll
call you once I’ve whipped something up.”
Just as I expect the fridge is fully stocked with foodstuffs. The kinds that don’t perish. So, I
don’t have much to work with but I manage to find the ingredients needed for a quick pot of
spaghetti.
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1 hurry up with the food, not wanting Alessia to have another wave of heat before she has the
chance to get something in her stomach.
As I chop the vegetable, I gaze out the open window, admiring the wide expanses of trees
surrounding the house. The house that I got as soon as Iid eyes on it.
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Ever since the number of members upying the pack house increased drastically, more
houses have been built for mates who wish to move out of the pack house and into a home of
their own.
This particr house is set back from all the other houses and hidden behind several tall trees.
The view was what sold it to me and I knew that I had to have it even though I had no ns for
it. Itter transformed into my hideaway, a ce where I run to when I need a moment to unwind
without the duties of being an Alpha of a pack weighing on me. Those times have since
increased in the past few years and I’ve taken to making sure that the house always has the
necessary necessities avable.
I boil the spaghetti and mix it in with the sauce. Then I set the table and head back into the room
to call
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for Alessia where I find her snuggled into the nket on the bed. For some reason, a smile
makes its way to my lips which I quickly wipe away in ce of an indifferent expression.
Keeping the expression in ce, I head for the bed and nug Alessia a bit. “Wake up. I’ve made
something for us to eat.” I slowly pull away the nket from her body. Big Mistake.
The shirt that I put on her has risen from its position on her mid-thighs and is now around her
waist, exposing her from the hip down.
I swallow my tongue, coughing as I quickly turn my head to the side. A motion that I now realize
to be stupi d because I’ve already seen Alessia stark naked so seeing her in this state shouldn’t
be a big deal.
I hear shuffling on the bed and then Alessia is standing in front of me, her cheeks tinted pink
and her eyes focusing on anything in the room other than me.
I clear my throat again to get rid of the lump stuck there. “I’ve set the table in the kitchen. Let’s
go eat.” I’m already heading for the door before Alessia can answer. Her footsteps sound
behind me as we both walk into the kitchen where two tes are sitting in the adjoined dining
area.
We take a seat opposite each other and Alessia digs into her te of spaghetti, stuffing her face
with the food like she expects the te to grow legs and run away from her at any moment.
“Slow down,” I say, twirling some spaghetti on my fork and cing it in my mouth. Like how a
normal person is meant to eat.
She takes the ss of water on the table and drinks it halfway before she opens her mouth to
talk. “I’m sorry about that. I’m just so hungry.” She takes another bite of her food.
We eat in silence and when we’re done, Alessia thanks me for dinner and insists on taking care
of the dirty
dishes.
While she doing that, I made use of the bathroom, dressed in casual wear, and walked into a
room that I turned into a makeshift office for my visits. You would think that the most difficult
part of running a pack was the actual running of it. You would be wrong. Somehow, the finance
takes the cake. Keeping track of how the money is spent and where it’s spent always takes up
half of my day.
“Caden!” Alessia screeches and I jump out of my seat and bolt for the door.
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