Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Chapter 266

The silence that followed breakfast wasn't awkward-it was peaceful, like the quiet that came after a long, devastating storm. The kind of silence that didn't demand to be filled. Alec sat across from me, chewing slowly, eyes occasionally flicking in my direction. I caught him once, and he looked away, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

When we both finished eating, he stood and gathered the plates, heading toward the sink. I followed without thinking, scooping up the cups and setting them beside him before switching on the tap.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asks, his voice low but with a familiar gruffness that held no real irritation-only disbelief.

I turn to find him staring at me, a deep crease between his brows. I am confused because it was obvious what I was doing. It didn't take a genius to figure out I was about to wash the dishes.

"Washing the dishes?" I reply.

He scowls. "Sadie, sit your ass down. You just came off three days of moon heat, and your legs barely work. You shouldn't be doing chores."

I roll my eyes and turn back to the sink. “I'm fine, Alec. I can handle it. You made breakfast, so it's only fair I clean up after."

"You're being stubborn."

"No, I am not."

"Yes, you are."

Goddess, why the hell were we arguing like little children?

"You're being bossy," I shoot back with a smirk. "Now are you going to help me rinse these or just stand there pouting?"

narrows his eyes like he wants to argue further, but eventually he exhales and picks up a towel. "Fine. But you're

being so overprotective as if

by side at the sink. There is something strangely intimate about it, the way our shoulders brush

how things are supposed to be. Like this was how things were supposed to be from

a minute, keeping my tone casual, "whose cabin is this

running over the dishes filling the

or something. I never would have imagined Alec having a

at him.

nods. "Built it three years

And here I thought I knew everything about you. How

secret escape

the back of his neck, sheepishly.

really curious now.

built it for my mate. I

one else would know about it... just

fingers tightening

come crashing down from the cloud nine I was riding on a few minutes ago. Everything in me stiffs and I feel as if my breath has been knocked

say slowly, my voice above a

need a confirmation when his silence speaks volumes? Who else would he have built it for if it weren't Lola? And that? That makes me bitter. Makes me angry. Makes me

leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I want nothing but to drop

him. "Did she ever come here? Did she ever