In the Alpha’s Arms

Chapter 13

Worth Dying for…

Thanks to Lita giving him the wrong turn, they arrived at the restaurant a little late for the reservation Brian made. And when the hostess quoted a fifteen–minute wait, Lita knew her night was spiraling fast. Instead of painting out that he should have used his car’s GPS instead of her phone or mentioning that he shouldn’t make a reservation for the exact time he was showing up to pick her up, Lita looked at his jaw clicking in irritation and slipped into familiar shoes.

“You look so handsome,” she cooed, grabbing his hands and stroking them gently. She stared at his profile as if it was fascinating, as if she were as in love with him as she had been two years earlier. “How’d I get so lucky, hmm?”

“And you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, the spot where her neck and jaw met. He stiffened again for a second and then pulled away. She suppressed a shiver at him constantly calling her girl, even as she was of age. Hadn’t her age been a huge point early on? So why did he refuse to call her a woman now?

Pushing past any of her feelings, Brian asked, “How’s therapy been going?”

Lita started running through the options in her mind. Was he really asking, or was he just being polite? Sometimes, if he was just being polite, a genuine answer would make him angry. And the reverse would damn her too. She studied his earnest eyes.

“She’s pleased with my progress and thinks the gym is great for me,” Lita admitted carefully, instinctually rubbing her arms. She stepped back, flashing him a reassuring smile.

“Yea, I mean, you spend more time at the gym than at home sometimes,” he clicked his jaw slightly, a mild sign of his temper, before he wicked it into blank mask. “Sometimes I try to wait for you at your apartment, but you must not come back until late…” His throat cleared sharply. “Really late.”

Lita shifted her weight to another foot. That wasn’t true. She worked out on school nights, so she was never home later than ten o’clock. She understood this was an interrogation, though, and he was fishing for information. “Yea, they’re very accommodating with my school schedule. I usually go in the evenings. But I always manage to get home at a reasonable hour.” How long could she get away with keeping her schedule details to herself? Brian nodded absently, “Oh that’s nice, maybe I

get a membership. Where

than necessary, but not tight enough to hurt. Lita gulped; under no circumstances could she tell him

more members at the moment.” Lits forced

when I talked to her,” he looked down into her eyes as if searching for the lie. Shit. Lita didn’t break her composure, blinking innocently as if

it was my dad.” If Brian and her mother talked, they would know she lied. She hoped that by putting it on her father, she’d buy herself the benefit of the doubt. Cold sweat beaded across her shoulders when Brian smiled, the grin just

walked Lita to her door with his arm around her shoulder, stroking at the

her closer to his warmth. She merely smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. It was almost over. She’d successfully gone the whole date without pissing

perfectly, exactly as he requested. His temper hadn’t just been short, it had

had really changed over the last few months, her mental scars wouldn’t let her. She straightened as they reached her apartment door, fully prepared to end the night as pleasantly as she could. But he didn’t wait for her to pull out her key, opening the door himself and standing back for her to step inside. Lita started getting anxious the second he stepped into the apartment behind her and closed the door. It was midnight, and the night was over, Whatever else he wanted from her, it wasn’t

here, he rasped, exploring her body with his

you all

over there?

at him, trying to overcome the sinking feeling in the

lightly, his eyes turning down, but he quickly recovered, “Baby, don’t push me away. If tonight is any measure, we’re just as good as we always were. We don’t need a break anymore. Don’t you want to get back to your life? It’s almost been a year, babe; people get over worse than this in less time. We could be married and moving on from all this

rigid, her stomach dropping as acid burned up her throat. How dare he? She wanted to scream, shoving her fingers into the whites of his eyes. She hated him for saying that. For dismissing James and criticizing her pain. For reminding her how little she mattered to

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