Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Fiona POV

I cling to my mate’s hand as we arrive back at my old pack. The limousine pulls up, and I see the endless fairy lights, the luxurious decorations, and the sheer elegance of the festivities and feel a slight pang in my heart as I remember the small celebration of my own birthday and the distinct lack of effort that had been thrown into it. My own party and celebration had been anything but elegant but that was in the past now. Besides, I thought glancing at my mate, I had something far better in my life now, and I did not have to continually look to the past, but rather my future. Without Liam, I had no idea how my life would have turned out but I did know I could not live without this man now. He was everything to me, my whole world, and had been better to me than my own flesh and blood. There was no doubt in my mind that my mate loved me unconditionally, and that was worth far more than any gift that could ever be given to me.

My mate turns to me, a small smile curving on his lips. He gently strokes my cheek, and I close my eyes for a moment, lost in the delicate sensation. “You don’t have anything to worry about, my darling. You look absolutely stunning in that dress,” he purred, his eyes narrowing as he raked his gaze over me. “Good enough to eat, in fact,” he added saucily as I laughed at the hunger in his eyes.

He was not making any attempts to hide just how much he wanted me. In fact, I was almost grateful that he hadn’t attempted to ravish me on this trip because I suspected that I would not be able to withstand it.

We had been nothing if not hungry for each other after my first time, and he certainly hadn’t lacked for intimate moments. We had done it in several rooms of the pack house already. I had never thought I could be as adventurous as it turned out I was. It was only yesterday that I had lost my innocence to him, but my body had recovered quickly, and now it was as though we couldn’t get enough of each other. He had torn several of my outfits and lingerie, to the point that I had been forced to get new ones. I blushed at the memory even as I shook my head at him. We did not have time for this now. Although maybe on the way back…that could be a different story.

“You are not ruining this dress,” I said primly as he gave me a disappointed look, “besides we are here now so we can’t.”

The last thing I needed was for my so–called family to catch me making out with my mate right in front of the pack house. I would never be able to live it down. I sighed. I wished we hadn’t come here. I wished I had just stayed home where it was safe and where I could be enconcsed in my mate’s arms. I wish I hadn’t been so stubborn and insisted on coming here, but I wanted to show Celeste that I was no longer afraid of her.

There, that should fix him, I thought to myself wickedly, coming back to my senses and looking at me mate with a raised brow. I was not expecting him to look back at me mischievously.

“We could always do it in the limousine,” he suggested hopefully as my mouth dropped open in shock.

when we got here, but I had pushed it aside in my mind, thinking it was

me that made him so randy. I blinked, suddenly overtaken by images of us doing it in the limousine as he suggested, and felt my cheeks heat up. The idea of doing something so risky and out in public was enough to make me clench my thighs together

is always open. If the party becomes too boring, we could…” he began, and I coughed

and instead took his arm, noting he had

the grounds. “You’ll just have to be disappointed

get a hotel room at

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Chapter 162

count as we placed the present on the table with the rest of the guess. Regan looked beaded box the always did. I always for the a drooping daisy in comparison. I didn’t look remotely like her but then, given the wasn’t my bloged moter that came as no surprise. I felt resentment simmer through me but fought it back, plattering a fake smile

me.

gushed,

slightly upset My mas smoothed his jacket and

she said

me to offer congratulations on your daughter’s eighteentha Vie appreciate the imitation but my mate has severed ties with you

just wanted to see you,” she whispered,

sake of my partner’s pack so that we didn’t come across as rude. Not for you or

at the slight insult. I then glance at her with a frosty expression. “Where is the birthday girl” I

sister, Fiona. Your real sister. Surely you can speak to her with some warmth Regan

ever be my sister.”