Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- along and tiring day, feeling the tension gradually leaving her body as Sebestian pressed his lips against her temple and whispered sweet nonsense to make her smile. Or giving her a massage that always left her craving more, as she could have me kneading her shoulders and back for hours without getting enough. "What are you smiling about?", Mr. Robert interrupted Sebestian thoughts as we heard the toilet flush in the background. "Nothing; I'm sorry." "Anyway", Mr.

Robert whispered quickly as the door opened and Allen approached us with quick steps." Make sure she eats regularly." "T will", I confirmed as Allen entered the kitchen with a happy grin on her face. "What are you two talking about ?", she asked like a mother who has discovered her children scheming behind her back, her tone half accusing, half amused. "I've only told your mate again what an excellent cook he is", Mr.

Robert replied with an embarrassed little smile that made it obvious it wasn't the truth. He was such a bad liar. Allen didn't show any hint of not believing him, however. "I told you", she only said with a raised eyebrow. "You should come over for dinner more often", ---- Sebestian offered. Your cook will be glad to have more free time." "Well, I'm a busy man", Mr. Robert said with a sigh, patting my shoulder in an almost amicable gesture.

" But I will make sure I'll come whenever my timetable permits it. In return, I want to give my cook an opportunity to show off his skills as well. Now, it's your turn to visit." "We will", Allen confirmed happily, and the lightness in her voice warmed my heart. It was rare to see her so carefree , and Sebestian knew she had probably been at least as nervous as me about this dinner. Still, Sebestian couldn't get herself to say anything .

The thought of dining in the room with all the expensive artwork that she had shown me and my dad breaking my phone and requesting that I stay away from Allen because she is just an Omega gave me the creeps. I can't fight for my dad because I am just a little kid, but Iam happy my mother fought for me. The mere memory of that moment of humiliation and helplessness made me shiver. We said our goodbyes then, and I almost let out a breath of relief as Allen escorted Mr. Robert to the door.

"Well, that went better than expected", Allen said as he stepped back into the kitchen. Our eyes met, and Sebestian managed a smile when she sa the ---- tenderness in her eyes as she watched me wipe the surface of the kitchen counter. "You still do this every day", she said, and Sebestian wasn't sure whether there was mockery or admiration in his tone. "Even though you're successful now, "Not anymore", I sighed.

"Still, I found some manual labor can free the mind after a long day's work." "Manual labor", Allen repeated , chuckling. "You're still so down to earth." That was mockery. "You should try it." She chuckled again. "You remember the last time I tried?" We laughed at the shared memory of her pouring water all over the kitchen top at my mother's place. Even though it was a happy one, it still sent a sting right into my heart. Most of our memories together did.

What had happened between those moments of happiness and the present had tainted all of them; the Sebestian father wanted to throw a shade over them thath e wasn't sure would ever be lifted. We tried, but sometimes the burden proved to be too heavy. Sebestian really hates his father more than anyone or anything.