Anabel and the Alpha mate

chapter 3. Duplicity

Chapter 3.

Lucas's POV

The room was bathed in a soft, flickering glow, the dancing candlelight casting gentle shadows on the weathered dresser against the far wall. The air carried a blend of lavender and sandalwood, mingling with the earthy scent of aging books that graced the shelves on either side. An inviting armchair nestled in the corner, next to a small table holding a half-full glass of red wine. Heavy curtains adorned the windows, their deep burgundy hue contrasting with the serene cream walls. A thick rug muted the echo of footsteps on the hardwood floor. Above the fireplace hung a solitary painting, its dark tones lending it an almost enigmatic air. The room exuded a sense of warmth and familiarity, yet beneath the surface, a touch of enigma and intrigue lingered.

As I sat in my chair, contemplating how to ask Anabel out on a date, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. The knowledge that Anabel was my mate filled me with a palpable sense of anticipation. I had never been with a woman as stunning as Anabel, and despite her slender frame without any harsh angles, I found her undeniably beautiful. She was mine, and that thought consumed me.

My reverie was broken by another knock at the door. When I opened it and found Michael standing before me, I was taken aback. I hadn't been expecting her. Still, the attraction I felt towards Michael was undeniable, even though she had firmly rebuffed my advances before.

"May I come in, or will you keep staring at me?" Michael inquired. I welcomed her inside. She was dressed provocatively, and I couldn't resist pulling her close, asking her what she wanted. To my surprise, Michael didn't resist. Instead, she embraced me tightly, declaring that she had heard I was meant to be Anabel's mate.

"That's nonsense!" I protested. "You know that you're just trying to stir up trouble."

I've my eyes on, Michael. Do not spoil the mood." " I will not spoil the mood," Michael informed me with a smile on her face." But, for us to be on the same runner, you have to choose between me and Anabel." " You know my answer, my sweet Michael!" I laughed out loudly." I'll surely choose you!" " Swear to me that I'm your one and only choice! ” " I swear to you, Michael," I said." You're my one and only choice." Michael let me pat her body while saying that I only liked her and not Anabel because Anabel didn't have a better body than her. I wanted to pull Michael to the bedroom so that I could f**k her, but my small attempt to do so, made Michael's phone to fall down on the bottom. " Relax," Michael said, smiling." I'll be back before you know it. Just stay for me." As soon as Michael left, I paced around the room, my mind consumed by studies of Michael. Her image sounded to be etched into every corner of the space, reminding me of her beauty and grace. I set up myself drawn to the window, gaping out at the bustling megacity below, wondering what was so important that had made her to leave me. The sound of an auto cornucopia jolted me back to reality, and I turned to face the empty armchair in the corner, wishing Michael was still there with me. I wondered what she was doing at that moment, if she was allowing of me as I was of her. My heart pained for her presence, and I endured to hold her in my arms formerly again. also, I stopped allowing about Michael as my mind drifted back to my mate, Anabel. I started allowing about Anabel's skinny body and shape. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain, so painful that I could not stand up. I did not understand where the pain had come from until my wolf was wailing in his head in pain did I realize that the pain had come because had she rejected me. I was so furious as I wondered why Anabel had suddenly rejected me because deep down, I felt she had no single right to reject me. As the pain grew stronger, I felt a unforeseen desire to go to Anabel right down to bandy the matter, but my decision was altered when my father requested for my presence, saying that someone from the Blood Moon Pack was visiting and asked him to go along to admit them, so I had no choice but to observe my father. On meeting the joe my father wanted me to meet, I heard the joe and members of his Blood Moon Pack say that they were then to find their pack's bold ylegionnaire. They said that they had heard of the man. They said that the man was an accursed man, that all who were close to him failed, and I wondered who was so unlucky to be the mate of the man that members of the Blood Moon Pack was so proud to speak inadequately of. I tried not to concentrate on the words of the members of the Blood Moon Pack because I felt it had nothing to do with me, and the only thing that I demanded to be concerned about was my date with Michael in the evening which could lead to me having s * x with her. By night, I was back in my room, staying for Michael's appearance. Just as I had anticipated, Michael came to me at night wearing a veritably beautiful gown. I started to undress her when she stopped me, and told me that I had to help her with one thing before she'd agree to sleep with me. I was confused at this point as I wondered what Michael wanted me to do for her. " Do you want plutocrat?" I asked, feeling doubtful. " No!" Michael rejected my offer. " What's it also?" Michael stood up from the bed and looked into my eyes. " Close you eyes and seal your lips, Lucas," she instructed." After you do that, I'll tell you." I closed my eyes.