Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- Years Ashly's leg bounced up and down like she was trying to drill a hole through the floor of the car the entire drive back to her house. She already told Man about Alex, but she still didn't tell him that Alex was fucking her. Man or her father will undoubtedly murder Alex. Man doesn't hate Alex, but he never talks about Alex in front of Ashly. Actually, no one talks about Alex in front of Ashly. Ashly and Alex had left the office just before rush hour.

There was limited after-work commuter traffic, so they'd be home soon enough, or so Ashly hoped. The ride was only about ten minutes long, but it was still the longest ten minutes of Ashly's life. She really doesn't want Man to see all those things, even though he never interferes in her personal life. Eyes wide and lips pulled into a thin line, she stared out the window, watching landmarks flash by as she counted down the seconds until they reached her house.

As they passed a familiar convenience store, an amused-sounding huff drew her attention. Ashly turned to see Alex eyeing her with a warily raised brow from the other side of the backseat. ---- "You seem anxious," he noted with a subtle smirk. This bastard is enjoying this. "Well, it's not like I never met your stepfather." Ashly's only response was to roll her eyes. Ignoring her stupid ex-mate, she turned back to the window.

"Would it really be that bad if your stepdad found out you had an Alpha who is also your mate helping you through your heat in over a decade?" Alex asked. Ashly scoffed. Her attention snapped back to Alex, her gaze narrowing into a sharp glare. "Yes. He doesn't like you; actually , he hates you and wants to kill you and then flush your flesh into the toilet." Alex tilted his head to one side. "Care to elaborate ?

How can you flush human feces into the toilet?" "No." With a heavy sigh, Alex shook his head. He placed a hand on Ashly's bouncing leg, rubbing his lovely mate's thigh in a smooth caress until it stilled. "When we get back," Alex said, "I'll start in the living room; you can do the bathroom and upstairs." Ashly exhaled. Without taking her eyes off the window, she dropped her hand to cover the one ---- resting on her lap and interlaced her fingers between Alex's.

She just hoped Man didn't say anything related to her. Despite the state they'd left it in, they managed to get the house spotless within five minutes of the car pulling up to the driveway. As soon as the wheels rolled to a stop, Ashly rushed out, leaving both her car door and the front door to her house wide open. Alex apologized to their driver before following along to fulfill his promise to clean the living room.

The mess hadn't been as bad as they'd imagined , but there was no denying that the scent of heat and sex was still lingering in the air. Ashly stripped the bed and rushed all of the sheets and blankets downstairs, tossing them into the laundry along with Alex's ruined suit.

After that, she marched around her house, spritzing the air with an expensive bottle of scent blocker and waving her hand to fan it over every horizontal surface they'd fucked against that weekend, along with a few vertical surfaces. She grumbled at the waste the entire time. Scent blockers weren't cheap, and here she was using them like air fresheners. Still, it had to be done.

Long since finished with her part of the cleaning, Alex sat on the couch with his legs crossed and his arms thrown lazily along the back. His gaze trailed after his