Everyone bowed their heads in submission and Lucian offered me the chair. It smelled like s*x. It smelled like Lucian and I. No wonder our family was on the other side of the table or in an entirely different part of the house like the kitchen. Lucian stayed standing but put his hands on the back of the chair.
‘We need to clean this chair’
‘NO!’
I felt his fingers sneakily playing with my hair but when I mindlinked him about cleaning up after ourselves,
‘Our home. Our pack. Our chair. Mine.’
I almost threw my hands up but that would have looked silly without context. So I agreed and looked up at him with a smile. I had just angered a possessive, newly mated alpha, I had to make eye contact and smile and have our hands touch to calm him down.
‘Yes. Yours Alpha. Always.’
Lucian cl
