Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- casual about it. She's practically shameless about it now, announcing it in front of her friends , brother , and sister as if she's talking about the weather. The first time it happens, they're having a double date with Type and Simon. This time, it's not of the spicy variety . There's a lot of heckling and pouting involved, but Monika agrees in the end, on the grounds that she gets to eat as many fries as she wants.

Simon raises an amused brow and states, "We'll see how long you last this time; I'm not helping you with those chickens." Monika smirks and bumps her shoulder with Sam. , " No need; my boyfriend's going to rost them for me." Simon rolls his eyes as Type shakes his head fondly. Sam pointedly doesn't reply, which makes Win turn to pout at him. "sam," Monika trails off, trying to be intimidating . She's not. She's pouting.

She's insanely cute when she pouts, and Sam has to refrain from leaning in to steal akiss. "Okay, okay," Sam agrees finally, because Monika's eyes can make him move mountains and drain the sea. "I rost them for you all the time anyway." "IT know," Monika tells him, her nose scrunching up as her smile widens, "that's why you're the greatest ---- boyfriend ever." Simon fakes vomiting while Sam just smiles shyly, knocking on his knee with Monika lightly to try and dispel his shyness.

"You're so good to me, my handsome mate~" Monika says this with a blinding smile when Sam starts filling her bowl with roasted chicken. She waves one of them around with her chopsticks and adds, absent- mindedly, "You will be my mate." Sam can't help but smile as his cheeks heat up. Type and Simon both pause whatever they're doing and turn to stare at each other. They have a whole conversation in the span of a second with their eye contact alone before Type sneaks a glance at Sam.

Sam raises a brow and stares back at them. Monika, once she registers the tense silence, also looks at her brother and brother with a raised brow. "What?" he asks. "Mate," Simon whispers , not so subtly, from across the table. It makes Type turn to frown at him, while Monika instantly blushes. Sam roasted out another chicken piece and looked between the three of them amusedly as he roasted it for Monika.

Monika is getting progressively redder by the second, and he shifts restlessly in her seats. So, Sam stretches one of her legs out so that her thigh can ---- brush against Monika soothingly. Monika leans towards him, and then she licks her lips once, twice, or three times; her lips are impossibly pink and wet. Sam just wants to lean in and bites at her mouth. When Monika finally speaks, it's really too fast for Sam to follow and understand fully.

He catches about three words though: the word for 'I', 'boyfriend', and, again ,'mate'. She must be talking about Sam, then. "Okay, okay," Simon agrees. It seems like he understands what is being said. He stares for a moment longer at Monika before turning his attention to Sam. Sam just stares back until he nods decisively and goes back to eating as if nothing happened. "What just happened?" Sam asks, and Type clears his throat pointedly.

"Nothing," Monika tells him, then gestures at the roast with her chopsticks. Sam raises a brow, holding the chicken pieces away like they're a hostage. "Didn't seem like anything ." Monika squints her eyes shrewdly and says, "Sam." "Monika." Monika rolls her eyes and says, "I love you." Simon slurps loudly from the other side of the table, ---- and Sam blushes. He has to bite his lips to stop himself from smiling.

"Are you going to say that every time you want me to roast this for you?" "I'm going to say it whenever I want because it's true, " Monika replies , then leans in to eat the food off of Sam's fingers. They're both blushing now, and Type and Simon are pointedly not looking at them. Simon and Type never reacted so strongly to Monika's random declaration again after that. Alex never reacts, to begin with; he just looks between them confusedly before going back to minding his own business , so Sam pushes the matter to the back of his mind.