The Alphas Want Me

Pick & Choose

I descended the stairs, grabbing my skirt's fabric near my knees so it didn't drag behind me. Once my bare feet hit the flat base of the stairs, I let a shaky breath escape through my lips. I directed my focus towards the dining room, which was located behind the kitchen.

I could hear the quiet chatter among my parents and some unfamiliar voices. I walked over to the entryway to the dining room, leaning against the wooden frame. 5 pairs of eyes landed on me, one pair, in particular, was accompanied by a bright smile.

This smile belonged to a tall, incredibly attractive male. He had short black hair, with shaved sides and a longer top. He had deep brown eyes that crinkled under the pressure of his grin. He had light pink, full lips.

He approached me slowly, outstretching his hand to take mine. I pushed my right hand forward, delicately placing my fingers in his palm. He curved his fingers beneath mine, putting his thumb securely over my fingers. He slowly lifted my hand as his head dipped down. He placed a soft kiss on my hand, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. He then retracted his hand, dropping my hand. Another smile stretched across his lips before he smiled once again, revealing perfectly straight white teeth.

"Hello, Adsila."

"Please, call me Adi," I replied, a blush creeping to the surface of my cheeks.

My father cleared his throat, intending to interrupt our little moment.

"Please, sit friends."

I looked at the table, noticing it was perfectly set. A roast chicken sat in the middle of the table, accompanied by monstrous amounts of sides that were placed in dishes surrounding the main course. My mouth fell agape; I can't believe my mother made so much food.

We all took our seats, I sitting next to my father, the young man sitting next to his father as well. My mother took her seat on my father's right side.

"So... Why don't we eat?" My father announced over the silence, destroying our moment once again.

Dishes and platters began being passed around the table, and my father carved the chicken, distributing the meat to everyone's plates before returning to his seat.

"So, Adi. Tell us about yourself." The mother of the man said while a perfect smile stretched across her tan face. She too had perfect teeth, much like her son.

"Well, there isn't really much to me. I like to read, run, and I occasionally paint." I said quietly, taking a sip from the water glass placed in front of my plate.

"Really? Elliot is also very interested in the arts. He loves to draw, when he isn't with the pack training of course." She said with evident pride.

A grin spread across "Elliot's" face, as he looked down, staring at his lap.

"You'll have to show me your drawings sometime, Elliot," I said with a smile, bringing his gaze back to mine.

He smiled back to me, our stares never faltering.  

We all began to consume our meals in silence, except for the occasional moan of satisfaction from Elliot's father.

Once I finished my meal, I stood from my seat to gather everyone's dishes. I grabbed my mother's empty plate and my father's when I noticed Elliot grabbing his parent's dishes as well.

"Kitchen is this way, right?" He asked me, locking eyes with me.

"Ye-yeah. Follow me." I stated, mentally cursing to myself for stuttering in front of our guests.

I began walking towards the kitchen, Elliot following close behind me. Once I entered the kitchen, I placed the plates and utensils next to the sink, pushing up my sleeves so they wouldn't get damp. I felt two strong hands place themselves on my hips, making me jump slightly.

"Please, let me." He said, removing his grasp from my hips. He then stood by my side, rolling up the sleeves of his button-up shirt, revealing his tanned arms.

He flicked his finger under the handle of the tap, turning the water on. He grabbed the sponge by the side of the sink, and the bottle of soap and squirted some gently, allowing a few bubbles to fly up. I giggled as he reached a finger out to pop one. 

He then began to scrub the first plate as I sat back and stared in awe. I marveled at the way his back muscles contorted underneath his shirt, clearly begging to be freed from the fabric. This boy was intoxicating. I grabbed a towel from the stove handle and he handed me the wet plate. We worked like this in silence for a good 10 minutes, finishing every dish.

He looked down at me with a big smile as I placed the last fork on top of the pile of clean dishes. I looked back into his brown eyes and returned to grin. His eyes reminded me of milk chocolate, smooth and creamy. He was so easy to look at and I loved it.

He leaned his head down, pressing a kiss to my forehead, letting his lips rest for a moment before retreating. I stared at him once more before smiling again, flashing my teeth. He began to chuckle at my face, probably because of my flushed cheeks. I turned away from him, focusing back on the dishes. I grabbed pieces from the pile, putting them away in the proper cabinets hanging above the counter.

I turned to him again, a satisfied smile across my face before looking at his eyes again. He stared at me with an intense look before he stepped forward, placing a hand on my cheek. He leaned his head towards me, so close that his breaths fanned my lips the second they left his mouth. I looked into his eyes, as his looked at my lips. His lips hovered above mine, just barely brushing them before he pulled away.

His hand left my face, and a feeling of coldness spread across my cheek. He looked at me apologetically before parting his lips to speak.

"I'm sorry, I just.." He trailed before looking down at his feet.

I walked up to him, placing my hand on his chest for balance. I brought my lips to his cheek, leaving a delicate kiss on his skin.

"It's fine, I understand. You just need to learn to control yourself a bit, dear."

I pulled myself away from him when I heard our parents say our names.

I smiled at him before turning away and walking back to the dining room. I think I left him dumbfounded because it took him about 30 seconds to enter the room behind me.

"We cleaned the dishes."

"Thank you, Adi." My mom smiled at me, looking between Elliot and my eyes before giving me a questioning look, then a smirk.

She knew something happened in the kitchen, and looked entirely pleased. She sat back in her chair, resuming her conversation with Elliot's mother.

I glance at Elliot, before speaking.

"Please, excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back."

"Of course." He said quietly, before walking past me to resume his seat by his father.

I walk quickly through the kitchen and begin leaping up the stairs. I jogged to my room before running inside and shutting the door.

I flopped backward onto my bed, a smile spreading across my face.

I glanced out my window, staring at the night sky. I shuddered when my eyes fell upon the moon, feeling as though another pair of eyes were looking at me from the outside.

I shook off the feeling, settling into my pillow.

"She saw me."

I thought I heard a man whisper but chose to ignore it.

I knew it was just my imagination.