His Sinful Cravings

Uncle

Xavier POV

“How old are you?” I asked, pretending as though I don't know.

How can I not know how old Emery was when I have been stalking her, secretly celebrating every one of her birthdays along with her while anonymously sending her gifts?

At first I had stalked her because I had wanted to keep her safe. She was my mate, underage and too f*****g young for me. I felt like fate was messing with me by linking me up with a kid and, much worse, my stepbrother's daughter. Talk about giving him a genuine reason to hate my ass more than he already does.

Emery is right to have no memory of me, because although I have seen her, I have always hidden myself from her so that she won't have an idea of what I looked like. I was afraid that she would know of what we were, although she was too young to know. And I wanted to keep things hidden, unspoken of forever.

I left the country because of that. I forced myself into an unloved marriage when I couldn't even bring myself to touch my wife until Emery started growing.

I had only kept eyes on her to protect her, not to admire her and start having dangerous thoughts when she started growing curves and started looking more like a woman who was meant for me and not like a kid I'm not supposed to think of.

By the time Emery was twenty years old, I f****d my wife for the first time while imagining that she was my mate.

But playing pretend with a woman I don't give a damn about could only last for so long.

“I'm twenty-three.” Emery dropped her fork and crossed her arms over her chest; an offensive look appeared on her beautiful face. “Why?”

I control my gaze not to drop down to her exposed cleavage. Green had never been a color I liked until now. She looks so good tonight with that tight-fitting dress. The thought of her getting all dressed up because she knows that I was coming home tonight made my c**k twitch in my pants.

But the anger I felt in my heart killed my fantasy because Emery wasn't dressed for me tonight. She was dressed for this damned bastard she called a boyfriend.

I had purposely ignored Asher in hopes that he would keep his f*****g mouth shut tonight, but no. Just like my damned paranoid brother, the fucker is eager to introduce himself because he thinks that I'm here because I'm interested in dragging for the title of an alpha.

The only reason my brother is insecure about my presence in his pack is because I have always been better than him in everything we do. If he wasn't the legitimate son and the first son of our dad. I would have been the alpha of this pack instead of him.

I could still be the alpha if I wanted; I have my ways, but this f*****g pack and its rules don't concern me.

I'm not a rule-following kind of guy. I have always been the fearless type who likes doing what the hell I want. And that's why I'm here, to claim my mate. I don't care about what others think; I only care about what my sweet little cupcake thinks.

I leaned into my seat and slid one hand over my lap, tightening my fist because Asher still had a hand on my mate. I want to slam his face into the table for touching what's mine, but I can't. Not now. Not when my cupcake doesn't want me as much as I want her.

“Don't girls your age usually have more dreams in life than getting married immediately after college?”

Fire lit my cupcake's eyes as anger coursed through her.

I knew that she was going to hate it, but it's hard to play the nice guy when I know that she's planning on getting married to a man who isn't me.

I saw the way she reacted to my touch earlier. She knows that we are mates; how can she confidently talk to me about marrying another man after knowing exactly what we are?

“Shut your mouth if you aren't going to be a nice uncle, Xavier,” my brother warned, his voice stern. Worry filled his eyes as he examined his daughter, thinking of what he could say to cool down the flames I started. “I have enough money, so there's no need for Emery to look for a job after college; besides, she will be too busy supporting Asher as his Luna, and that alone is a lot of responsibility to handle.”

My sweet cupcake lowered her gaze and bit her lower lip to hold back any words she wanted to say to me. Her father's words filled her with a sadness she hides, but I have known her for so long that she can't hide her true feelings from me. I have been watching her for too long; I know when she's truly happy and when she's faking it.

“Is this what Emery wants for herself, or is this something you decided for her?” I asked my brother.

For a moment, there was a stillness in the air.

I didn't care about the silence; my eyes were focused on Emery, who looked at me with tears glazing in her eyes. It seems no one has ever bothered to ask her what she wanted and just assumed her future for her. It makes me wonder if that's why she's with Asher, because that's what Daddy wants.

“I love my daughter. I won't have you come to my house and make it seem as though I'm the sort of father who forces his kid into something she doesn't want.” Richard growls at me.

“Dad, don't listen to him; I know that every decision you make is for my sake,” Emery's soft voice filled the space, calming my brother wolf, who felt challenged by me. “Uncle Xavier just went through a bad divorce; he must be bitter about being unable to form a family of his own. That's why he's against marriage and daughters listening to their fathers.”

I couldn't help myself. I silently cupped a hand on my cheek as my elbow rested on the table while I openly stared at my sweet cupcake with amusement. “Uncle?” I muttered. My voice was low, but the silent change in her features showed that she heard me.

For years, I have been the one pining for her, dreaming of her, but now, I'm going to make her drop her idea of marrying this i***t. I will torment her the same way she has tormented me for years; by the time I'm done with her, my sweet cupcake will be lying naked under me, and she will be screaming my name without remembering the word ‘uncle.’