Fated To The Alpha Brothers

Chapter 2

XAVIER'S POV



I walk through the living room, through the short corridor then to the dining room where I perceive my brothers' scent. The dining room is an elegant affair. Small but elegant all the same and the food smells incredible. The man I assume is the host shoots up from his seat like he has been wound tight and now released. His face is pale as though scared but when the young woman by his side looks at me, it is with a hint of annoyance. She stands then she gives a slight curtsy and returns to her seat while her father is left standing.

“Master Xavier. I…” the man starts but Lucas shakes his head and the man stops.

“You're late,” Lucas says. I know the tune. I can see the clenched teeth and the fierce eyes looking at me then I dip my head in apology. My eyes wander back to the woman who is slender and beautiful in the way a rose is beautiful. Her skin is pale and soft, her cheeks red and her eyes blue. There is spirit inside those eyes as she looks at me and I marvel at the perfection of those lips. I know there is a dimple somewhere on that face but she does not even smoke at me. She does not show it to me. She looks away as though my presence bores her.

I walk to the seat beside my brother and I sit. I look away from her as the food is being served but I can perceive her scent, the scent of flowers and cooking, the scent of paints but that is faint. A woman of the arts?

“Forgive me but your name has slipped my mind,” I say to her. She looks at me and her eyes are like the sky, beautiful and blue. She shakes her head a little and I fear she won't offer her name.

“Alexandria. My name is Alexandria,” she said and her voice is the sound of water flowing across small rocks. It excites me, it stirs me and I nod. I look back down at the plate and I eat, marveling at the woman next to me and it seems my brothers notice as well because they stare at me then at her and they continue with their meal but I know I am yet to hear the last of this. I don't care.

†

By the time the evening is done and we are walking to the car, the sky is dark and she is walking beside her father. I look at her for a while then turn my gaze away so she would not feel uncomfortable. I am hesitant to go yet I must but before I leave, I walk to her father.

“It was an exceptional evening, one that I will remember for a long time,” I say to him then I turn to look at her.

“You were a most gracious hostess,” I say to her and she opens her mouth as though to speak then she goes silent, reconsidering.

“Thank you,” she says in a voice that is a little bit above a whisper and you know she does not believe me but I mean the words I have said. I nod at her and walk into the car. Thoughts of her follow me and I know I have to speak with her again.

†

ALEXANDRIA'S POV

I stare at the mirror as I sit in my room. My hair drapes over my shoulders and my eyes are tired. I know I should sleep but his image still lingers in my mind. He is the inky one among them who is bearded. He is as tall as the rest of them with softer eyes though they do carry a sense of mischief in them. I saw them gazing at me and it was difficult to breathe. I smile at my reflection in the mirror but it comes out weary and I know I need to sleep.

Just then, there is a knock on my door and I walk to it and then open to see my father standing there. He smiles at me but I can see the strain and the weariness in his eyes.

“May I come in?” He asks. I mid and he walks in then sits in one of the chairs. He is silent for such a long time that I begin to return to my mirror, doubting that he'll ever speak.

“Your mother used to use that mirror as well. I used to watch her comb her hair in front of it every morning. Well, almost every morning. Sometimes she did not comb and other times I wasn't awake yet. She was the most beautiful woman. You took after her on that one,” he says. I smile a little, hearing the fondness in his voice as he speaks about her.

“Thank you,” I say. He nods. He continues to be silent while I return to my hair.

“Thank you for tonight,” he says.

“You're welcome.”

“I know they can be insufferable and they are difficult guests but I guess that's what coming from a ruling family does to a person, you see? I think…”

“I don't like the way they treated you. Lucas looked down on you, the second one, I forget his name, was a breath away from full on insulting you and the last barely acknowledged your presence. I don't like it,” I say and that is when I realize how angry I am. They may be attractive and they may be powerful but that did not mean they got to come to our home and walk all over us the way they pleased.

“You know they are still unmated? It is a very strange thing. There are times when I wonder if the moon goddess doesn't just have a strange sense of humor. Three powerful werewolves, one of them an alpha but unmated. That is rather…shocking,” he says.

“Well, maybe she has seen that they need to work on their attitude and is holding off until they can get that together before she gives them the responsibility of caring for a mate.”

“Ah, Alex, the fire in you burns too hot. Sometimes you must accept that things are not usually as they are on face value. Sometimes you have to understand that and you have to be patient, my little flower. You have to be patient,” he says.

I stare at my father for a while and I don't understand how the hell someone is supposed to deal with the three men we just busted with patience. I shrug and look away. My father chuckles a little then he stands.

“I will see you tomorrow,” he says and walks away.