Not His Destiny

Chapter 12

Lia’s eyes widen. “You believe her?” she says, guiding Mom to sit on the stool by the island. “I didn’t go meet anyone.”

“I smelled perfume on you the other day,” I point out. “Where’d you get the money to buy it?”

“I didn’t.” She looks me straight in the eyes and lies.

“Lia,” I warn, my tone letting her know I am not joking. “Tell me the truth.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Are you sure you smelled it right? I haven’t touched perfume.” Then her face lights up. “Oh, wait, it’s Rose. I was with her all day. Maybe her perfume rubbed off on me.”

“Really?” I narrow my eyes, thinking it over. Rose is Alpha Bastian’s daughter, extravagant, always covered in expensive things. It’s believable.

“Yeah.” Lia rolls her eyes. “A boy?” she scoffs, laughing. “Celeste is crazy.”

Right. She is right. Lia is only sixteen. She knows I don't want her dating anyone. She should focus on her studies, go to college, and get an esteemed job like Luciana. That is what I want. I would rip her apart and the boy she is seeing if I have to. I won't let her future become bleak like mine.

I sigh. "I have to make dinner," I say, already moving to the fridge.

"Make dinner?" Mom grabs my arm. "After what they did, you will cook for them?"

I take her hand off with some effort. Her grip is so strong, almost painful. "Mom, don't get in my way, okay? I need this routine."

She moves aside and before long, I have the food prepared.

As usual, my mom and sisters aren't allowed at the dining table. Only Dante and his family eat there. I also eat up in the attic with my family. Though Dante has told me many times to join them, to bring my family, I know unless we are married, this divide will always be. It's not going anywhere. Sitting together at a table when you are not welcomed makes no difference.

After making sure Mom sleeps, I go to my room, and Dante is there waiting. He watches me as I walk in, doesn't speak, just follows me around with his eyes.

Usually when we are both awake like this and have some energy, we don't let it waste. We are on each other like flame to candle. But now I pretend I don't see him. I walk into the bathroom, strip down, and get in the shower.

It's lukewarm again.

Frustration rises in my chest so hot, I can’t suppress it. I pay for the water bill and yet never get to use any hot water unless in the morning. It makes me so mad right now. I know somewhere in my mind I am channeling the anger I am holding back into this little thing, but I can't help it.

"Is it so hard to leave some hot water?" I grumble in the bathroom. I am almost certain Celeste is letting the water run intentionally just so I wouldn't have any hot water when I come back home. "God, I hate this," I say, soaping my hair.

"Is everything alright?" Dante is in the bathroom with me.

"Don't come in. I am naked," I shout.

There is no answer, so I continue to wash my hair and rinse the suds away from my eyes, only to see him standing right in front of the shower stall. My heart skips.

"Dante, get out," I say, blinking the soap out of my eyes and wiping my face.

"Why?"

I groan. "I don't have the energy for this," I say, turning my back to him to resume scrubbing my underarm.

"Since there is not enough hot water in there, why don't I join you?" he says, completely ignoring the mood.

"Don't," I grind out. “ The stall is too small."

But I hear him undressing anyway. I let out another sigh, and close my eyes. Why is he pissing me off when he knows how I feel today? Or does he just not care?

The stall door opens. I turn to stop him, "Dante, let me get out first."

His form fills up the small space, and that alpha heat radiating from his skin immediately makes the room a lot hotter.

He is completely naked in front of me. I stare at his hard pecs, the hair getting wet and pressed to his bronze skin.

My mouth immediately waters, eyes going over the hard lines of his stomach, the six hard packs that I love to run my tongue over, before my eyes find his length waiting for me. It's turning hard under the water, dripping.

A soft gasp escapes me. I don't know what I was expecting to see.

"See," he says, that sexy grin on his lips, "it fits perfectly."

My back is almost touching the faucet. It is not a perfect fit, but damn, it steals all my thoughts and definitely makes the water feel a lot hotter.

"I– we– " I stammer, words escape me. I let myself breathe through my mouth. "We shouldn't."

"Why not?" One large hand grabs me by the waist, tugging me under the shower. Water slips over my face. I wipe it off.

"Nothing has changed," he adds, pressing us closer. "I still can't take my eyes off you. I still want you."

"Yeah?" I meet his eyes. They are looking at me like I'm the main course. He answers with a searing kiss.

"No one makes my blood burn this hot but you, Cici," he says against my lips.

I moan, trying to think, to remember why I should resist this. But I can't find it. There should be a reason why this is wrong, but it slips from my fingers.

So I pull his mouth back to mine, throwing myself on him. Our bodies slip against each other, my wet skin against his hairy one.

He picks me off the ground with one hand under my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist as he turns us around, presses me to the stall wall, and continues devouring my mouth.

"God, it's been so long," I moan as he moves to my neck, kissing me with open hungry mouth and sending my p***y throbbing desperately.

I grab fistfuls of his hair and pull him up to my face. "Is this your answer?" I ask, wanting to be sure.

"There was never a question," he answers, his eyes dark and ravenous for me.

I frown, wanting him to elaborate, but Dante's patience snaps. He crushes our mouths together again. I groan and give in completely, letting him make me feel so f*****g good.

It feels like we were made for each other. When Dante kisses me like this, grabs hold of my ass and pushes me against his hot, waiting c**k, I can’t understand how he isn't mine.

But fate does not care what I think.