Chapter 51: Possessive mate

Allan licked her bottom lip, asking for permission, but she decided to tease him by keeping her mouth closed. He growled, and she smirked in between kisses. He moved his lips to her neck, kissing all over but her mark. When Allan's hands touched her bare skin, her body became hot and tinged with desire.

His lips were dangerously close to hers, and her desire for him was intensifying. Her walls were slowly crumbling with each touch and kiss.

"I'm after you," he growled. She tangled her fingers in his hair and drew him in closer. He returned his lips to hers and grabbed the hem of her tank top.

Althea knew he wanted her to take it off, but they had more important things to do.

"Allan, we need to prepare," he growled, trying to kiss her again. She drew back quickly, just in time for his lips to make contact. She leaped from his body and dashed for the closet before he could stop her. She sighed as she slammed the door shut.

"Tease," he muttered under his breath.

She chuckled and went in search of an outfit. She chose a cute white dress that fell a few inches below her mid-thigh and a jean jacket to cover her arms. She rummaged through her small shoe collection and settled on a pair of simple black flats. She dressed and returned to the room, where Allan was dressed and sitting on the bed.

He had a delectable appearance. His navy blue shirt clung to his chest, exposing his flawless abs. His jeans were dangerously low on his hips, and the best part was that she knew he was completely hers.

When he noticed her, he stood up and his eyes darkened.

"You look lovely," he said quietly. She smiled as she walked downstairs, opening the door.

It was nice to wake up with Allan instead of being alone this morning. She felt happier and relieved that she had finally decided to stay with him. The headrest must worry about leaving or dealing with the agony of leaving him.

"He was forever mine."

"Are you ready to go?" Allan's voice interrupted her thoughts. She nodded and followed him into the garage. They were all lined up with flashy and expensive sports cars.

He opened the door to the same one they rode back from the mall in. She sat in the passenger seat, leaning against the headrest.

They didn't say anything the entire ride; they just enjoyed the peaceful silence and being close to each other. With Allan by her side, her life had become completely perfect.

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Before the waiter arrived, they sat in silence for a few moments. His scent was not that of a werewolf. He was probably sixteen or seventeen years old. He wore glasses that covered his brown eyes and had curly brown hair. He appeared nervous as he waited at their table.

He took their orders while Allan kept staring at him. She didn't know what he had against the boy, but he despised him. He flashed a quick smile and dashed off to the kitchen after finishing writing down what they wanted. Althea turned around and glared at Allan for being so impolite.

He muttered a growl and clenched his fists.

"Why were you so rude to him, Allan?" she asked.

"He was staring at you," Althea scoffed, restraining herself from laughing. She knew it would enrage him even more.

"Of course, he'd look at me while taking our orders."

"No, he was staring at you the entire time; I don't like it when other guys look at what I'm wearing; if he hadn't been a human, I would have killed him," he raged.

"Allan!" she yelled. "Calm down, he wasn't even doing anything wrong."

"Don't tell me what to do; I saw that puny human staring at you, and if he does it again, I'll kill him," she sighed, running her fingers through her hair. She could feel the waiter returning with their drinks and hoped he wouldn't do anything that would irritate Allan.

"Allan, he's coming back, don't do anything that will cause a scene," he growled as the waiter approached with their drinks.

"Here are two cokes, and your food will be ready shortly," she said as he walked away. Allan had done nothing wrong, but he still gave him the cold shoulder. She knew he was overreacting and would look foolish if he thought she would choose that guy over him.

Allan appeared to be calming down slightly, but not completely. Althea took his hand in hers and rubbed circles on the back of his hand. He relaxed slightly under her touch and sipped his coke.

"You know you have nothing to be concerned about," he said, raising an eyebrow and looking her in the eyes. She continued because he didn't say anything.

"I wouldn't be with any other guy, and you should know that I respect the bond between us," he said, shaking his head and playing with her fingers.

"I know you wouldn't do something like that, but you are very attractive, which can be very tempting," she blushed as she looked down at their hands.

"I can't have you hating every guy I meet."

"I know you'll talk to other guys, but it still bothers my wolf. You wouldn't even be allowed out of our room if it weren't for him." She looked up to see if he was joking, but his face was solemn.

"So, do you think I'd flee to be with the human?

" He shook his head and growled.

"I'm not going to let you leave me," he said.

"I know, and I'd never want to leave you." He moved his hand to caress her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. He leaned forward and brought his lips to hers for a few moments before they heard glasses being placed on their table, and she blushed as she saw the waiters putting down their food.

She understood why Allan kissed her. When the waiter returned, Allan wanted to show him who he was with. Sneaky.

"How does everything look?" inquired the waiter.