MY CONTRACT WITH THE SUPREME ALPHA

Chapter 07

I liked barbecue dinners. Despite having money, I had an enormous fascination with smaller places, where the rent wasn't so important. Arvel's eyes widened when he saw the level of the place we were in. I confess I laughed a little, seeing that sometimes there were really rich people who didn't know how the poor lived. Unlike the Kain, the Avilla family had started from poverty. Our roots had been poor for generations. The Kain family had never been poor.

“Haven't you ever set foot in a poor neighborhood before?” I asked, analyzing the funny expressions on his face. He seemed fascinated by what he was seeing. The place was a small restaurant focused on selling meat. A kind of Brazilian barbecue. I loved that place.

“This place… they only sell meat?” he asked, confused. I asked him what his reaction would be if I took him to one of the bars I knew. “If you only ate meat, wouldn't it be easier to turn and hunt?” he wanted to know.

“And do as our past selves did?” I asked him, shocked by the question. Although we were wolves, we only used the good part, which benefited us. It wasn't that common to transform and live through the experience unless it was necessary. It was almost like saying we were fancy wolves.

“This isn't a joke, is it?” he asked. It was then that I realized that Arvel seemed afraid to get out of the car. I stared at him for a while, then asked the question. “They're looking at my car a lot,” he said, staring at the people around him. So that was it; he was probably afraid of being robbed. It was a bit ironic, considering all the power circumstances.

“Arvel, these people aren't used to seeing a car of this level,” I said. “Besides, these people are incredible. Nobody gives a damn about your car,” I said as I climbed down. With no choice, he did the same and took another good look at the place. I signaled for us to go ahead.

When we reached the place, we went in and sat down. Arvel asked me if we weren't going to be greeted and taken to a table. I looked at him and laughed. “You're funny, Arvel,” I said. “We're on a barbecue rotation. It's quite common in Brazil,” I said. I loved the cultures of other countries.

“And what exactly is that?” he asked me, looking around, making sure there were no wolves around. There weren't. All the Wolf families had enough money to ignore that part of town. “I still don't understand where we are, Anna. You seem to be enjoying yourself, so I imagine this is a way of punishing me for something,” he said.

“You gave me the freedom to choose the place, so that's what I did,” I said, as I noticed an employee coming towards us. “They'll bring out various meats and offer them to you, and you decide where they're going to cut them. Then you help yourself to various pieces of meat that are passed around the tables. Trust me, you'll understand,” I said. I hadn't been there for a few months, and I was already planning to return. All I did was combine the useful with the pleasant.

A few minutes later, after the plates and glasses had been brought in, the first employee appeared with the meat on our table. It smelled very good. “Roast pork,” he said. I readily accepted and took the piece he had cut. Arvel stared at me, still not understanding, but did the same.

“That's it? Roast pork, no spices?” he asked, as he stared at the piece, still confused. For some reason, I expected Arvel to be the kind of rich guy who would be disgusted by a place like that, which would be a good reason for me to avoid feeling anything for him, even though I was his Luna. However, he seemed confused and interested, but not disgusted.

“Eat and don't complain,” I said, taking the meat into my mouth. Delicious. Nothing was better than a good Brazilian barbecue. I planned to visit Brazil as soon as I went on vacation.

Arvel decided to join me and ate his piece of meat. I could feel the mood change, and his eyes stared at me, and I wondered for a few seconds. He chewed and swallowed without saying anything. Then he cut off another piece and brought it to his mouth. “Anna,” he called my name. “What do they put in the meat?” he asked me, even more interested. His expression was confused, but the way he chewed made it look like he was trying to understand the taste.

“Salt,” I replied. Then Arvel's curious expression turned to incredulity. He stared at me and almost shouted, “What do you mean it's just salt?” he said. If there had been wolves around, they would surely have heard.

“This is delicious. What do you mean there's only salt?” he wondered. Arvel had already finished his piece of meat, and it was obvious that he wanted more.

“That was just the first piece, and it's not even the best cut of meat,” I said. “But I'm glad you liked it,” I said. “By the way, if you were so thrilled with the taste of meat with just salt, imagine how you'd be if you ate it raw,” I said.

“Have you ever eaten it?” he asked me. “Have you ever eaten raw meat, like, really raw?” he asked me. I knew what that question meant. I thought about the answer for a while before answering, because I imagined that there would be a different reaction depending on what I answered. However, since I didn't care about anything that Alpha did in my life, I had no reason to lie.

“Yes, I have. Haven't you ever hunted?” I asked. It was rare to find wolves who still hunted in their wolf form. You could even say it was a sporting way of looking at things. “I think all wolves have hunted at least once,” I concluded. Just then, another employee appeared with another meat. “Hare,” he said. We accepted.

Arvel said he had never hunted before. So that was the level of money the Kain had. The level at which they hadn't even learned to hunt. “If you want, I can teach you. Not that it's useful, but I think it's ridiculous that a wolf of that level has never hunted prey before,” I said.

After a few minutes of talking about hunting, we finally decided to eat the hare meat. I was familiar with different types of meat flavors, but Arvel, despite his chic, was only used to eating highly prepared meats.

“Anna, there's something wrong,” he said as he ate the hard meat. “Do you feel anything?” he asked me. I replied that I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, but he seemed different. Then the smell of wolf started. “The blood is running through your veins,” he said. The smell seemed to grow even stronger.

“Arvel, are you going to transform? If so, we need to get out of here,” I said. “I'll pay the bill,” I said, as I left the table to pay. He took my hand.

“I don't think we have much time, Anna,” he said, panting. So that was it; I couldn't end my day with normal events. I paid the bill and found Arvel in the car, already waiting for me. He was restless, typical of a pre-mover.

“Do you want to move? I can drop you off near some forest reserve,” I said as I started the car. “We have to do something fast; I don't think anyone wants to see a wolf in the car,” I said.

“There wouldn't be time,” he said. “I know a motel that accepts wolves,” he said. “It's not too far away, and there you can, you know, sort out my situation,” he said, while already guiding me down which street to turn the car.

“I'm not going to have s*x with you; I'm going to let you change,” I said. I had already decided that I wasn't going to have s*x with him again.

“If you're willing to pay for all the mess my wolf makes in the bedroom, then fine,” he said. Of course, I wasn't going to pay.

“I wish sucking you off would cure that issue. I'd stop the car right now,” I said, teasing. Up ahead, I could see the neon letters of this motel.