Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Chapter 185

Chapter 185

Tamara POV

My mouth dropped for the second time. Bought a house? "Bought a house? What do you mean? Were you purchasing a house when you should be doing your assignment? And why did you buy a house? You are staying in a dorm!"

He laughed as he took the box out of my hand and placed it on the desk. After that, he held my wrist, pulled me to the bed and made me sit down next to him. I scooted away despite the bond working strongly. His lips tugged up into a beautiful smile. God, why was his smile so lovely? Like I could forget the world when I looked at his lips.

"That dorm is too cramped for me, and this one is too cramped for you," he explained.

"Whoa!" I rasped. "Wait here, Mr. Erikson. I am not moving with you anywhere. I'll be staying right in this dorm. If I had to stay.

house, then I would have continued to be in the house my father bought for us. So better don't keep your hopes up."

In a flash of a moment, Matt was in front of me. He grabbed the back of my neck, and tilted his head in a way that his lips were only a breath away from mine. "My hopes will never die," he said against my lips. "One day you will move in with me. And that day will come soon." Saying that, he leaned over and kissed the side of my lips. My heart stammered in my rib so hard that I felt like it would jump in my mouth. I had never let anyone kiss me in my life, and I have no idea why. It was like I was waiting for him.

I stifled a moan. I wanted him to keep kissing me, hold me in his arms, and never leave me. But this was not what I had planned. I pushed him against his chest, but it felt like I was trying to push away a mountain. "You're dreaming," I managed to speak through the haze of my muddled-up mind. "I'll never come to you. The last thing that can happen to me is you."

His lips hovered over mine as his eyes drank my face, like he was trying to remember each and every line, every contour. "No, baby. I'm the best thing that will happen to you. I'm never going to leave you." He leaned over my ear, and kissed my earlobe. Jolts of lightning bolted across my body. "And you know that you're mine."

Angel was practically prancing inside me. 'Our mate is so handsome. He loves us so much,' she purred.

sweat. I just couldn't let this happen anymore. I jumped out of the bed and grabbed my meal box to finish my food. We sat

colder, and I was still sitting there, eating my food furiously as Matt watched me. He'd made himself comfortable on my bed. The way he sat, casually propped up against my pillows, made me feel unsettled, even though I knew it was innocent. He took out his laptop, wore his glasses and switched it on. My breath lodged in my throat, seeing him in glasses. How could one look so magnificent

and something I couldn't figure, "How did you manage to buy a house so quickly? You've only

the screen. "I've had my eye on it for a while," he said casually. "Saw it when I first got

it sound so simple, but I couldn't stop wondering-how had he gotten everything in place so fast? Buying a house was no small thing, especially without making a big deal out of it. But of course,

way.

for you. I'm not moving in with you," I muttered, more to myself than him. "This dorm is my home. I like it

you won't move into the house with me," he said, his voice low, "Then I'll just have to stay here with

could feel my face heat up at the thought. "What?" I asked, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "You can't just stay here, Matt. This is not allowed. This is

grinned, looking utterly pleased with himself. "Why not?" he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I'll make do. It's no problem. But you'll have to get used to

trying to act unaffected. But inside, I could feel my resolve crumbling. Every word, every look, every smile from him was like a weight I couldn't escape. The pull between us was

you're staying only for tonight," I said

you're out of here."

my

race again. I knew that there was no deal

through the assignments together, I found myself feeling strangely comfortable. I could feel the weight of the day lifting off my shoulders as the quiet of the room settled around us. I felt... relaxed. All the anxiety in

himself comfortable again. He patted his lap as if offering it as a cushion. "Come on," he said with a playful smile, looking at me through his glasses. "You look exhausted. Why don't you rest your head

fine," I said, but my body was already moving toward him, too tired to argue. I settled down next to him, my head gently resting in his lap. The softness