Alpha for Christmas

Chapter 4

Livia’s POV

“Is this the place?” He asked warmly while curbing the car to a corner.

“Yes, it is.” I exhaled heavily in relief.

The ride was smooth and quiet, and stealing a look at the environment from the car, the place had changed a lot.

I was thinking my parents would never renovate the family duplex but they did a good job in it - who knew if it was because it was Christmas and I would be coming over with a guest?

The jingle bells and Christmas carols could be heard from the house and the streets were beautifully decorated.

I could already smell Christmas even though it was still on its way.

“Is there anything I need to know about you or whatever before we go in?” His anxious voice of questioning broke my train of thought as I faced him.

“Nothing much. I think we are going to do better.” I said abruptly because I knew I wasn't in the mood to start talking about our likes and dislikes. It would take time.

“Then, let's go?” He said rhetorically and I nodded, stepping out of the car.

Giving each other a quick look, I pressed the doorbell and as if they had been waiting for my arrival, the door flung open, revealing my cheerful little twin cousins, Tessa and Hessa.

“Mom! It's Auntie Livia!” They yelled in excitement while embracing me tightly. I took them in my arms and planted soft kisses on their cheeks.

“I missed you both so much, my little bunnies,” I whispered softly.

Since the death of my brother and his wife, my parents had taken it up as their responsibility to take care of their children, that was why they called my mother - their mother.

“Livia! You are here.” My mother, Rose, called my attention as I walked into the cozy living room with Lyon.

They showed us the armchair and we sat beside each other on it while my cousins clustered around me.

“I thought you wouldn't make it.” My mother chuckled as she walked over to where my father was.

“And this must be the young man that has captured you away from us.” My father, Steel, had always been a hilarious man, he spilled teasingly and we all laughed.

“Good day, sir.” Lyon greeted.

“You are welcome, young man. What's your name?” My father asked warmly.

“I'm Lyon, sir.” He said shortly without progressing.

I had sweaty palms because I just hoped they didn't catch up on us.

“Honey, how about we discuss further during dinner? Our guest must be hungry.” My mother suggested insistently and we all agreed as we moved over to the dining room.

My cousins gave the adults some privacy and headed to their room, and for the rest of the time was just us.

“So, when is the wedding?” My father broke the silence.

“Tomorrow!”

“Almost done.”

Lyon and I replied almost at the same time and stared at ourselves in realization. My parents gave us a long look before staring back at their plates.

“Which is the correct one?” My father made a comeback.

I couldn't believe that I was so impatient to speak and close up the topic.

“We are already done with court marriage. We will proceed to do our church wedding before the end of Christmas.” He lied.

“Ohh that's great.” My father nodded, looking relieved.

“So bad we couldn't make it. We have a lot of commitment in town here.” My mother rashly explained to us, looking sad.

“It's okay, mother.” I grabbed her hand on the table, reassuring her with a warm smile.

It was best if they didn't come so our union wouldn't look “too” real as it already was.

“Mr. Lyon, what do you do for a living? Are you also my daughter's colleague?” My father asked, not looking so interested as he was the least that was interested in people's net worth.

“Umm… at the moment, I own businesses worldwide.” And Lyon looked like his kind of person. Super rich but rarely bragged.

The rest of the night was calm and full of excitement. Laughter took residence in our duplex and I couldn't believe that Lyon was free-spirited. He conversed with my parents and cousin, and it felt like I didn't exist. They bonded with him faster than I had imagined and he gave them no room for doubt.

Wasn't he taking this contract thing too personal? I read in books where billionaires act cold to their contract bride, why was he so sweet and normal even to my family members?

“Livia honey, did you hear me?” My mother's voice called me out of my reveries as I faced her.

“You said?” I raised an anxious brow.

“You would use the guest room with your fiance. I have also prepared some stuff for you, so while leaving tomorrow, you can go with it.” My mother informed me but the first statement she said still rang in my head.

Was she trying to tempt me again?

“In the same room?” Lyon didn't seem to bother about that at all.

“C'mon sweetie, you are already married. What's there?” My mother nudged me but I was still in recluse because I didn't know if I would be able to hold myself from jumping over him.

Whenever I was alone with him, there was an invisible force always pushing me to seduce him or miss him. It would be hard to tame my inner spirit.

“Besides, I don't want Mr. Lyon to leave tomorrow. Is that possible?” My father frowned.

“Tomorrow is Monday, I have to work.” He said sadly.

“Uncle Lyon, when will you visit us next time? We miss you so much already.”

I couldn't explain where the entire clingy spirit was coming from. They just met him and now, they were trading me over for him.

Wow!

Back in Lakewood, in a bathroom at one of the hotels. The warm water dripped down my body as different thoughts clouded my head.

According to the contract, Lyon wanted it to last for a month but because of his bond with my parents and how things had gone, I wasn't comfortable with ending things with him so fast.

I didn't know how I would explain to my parents if they asked for their “loving” son-in-law and one month wouldn't be enough to tame Davon else he would feel like I was rejected.

I felt like the contract had to be adjusted and I was willing to go with whatever rules he had.

I didn't want to affect his life but currently, I need him in my life.

“I will just speak with him now since he is in the bedroom.” I exhaled heavily and put on my nightwear before walking out of the bathroom.

“Mr. Lyon, I think we…” My lips pursed, and I trailed off at the sight of the huge wolf growling mildly while standing by the window.

“Who… who… who are you?” I asked skeptically, taking some steps backward as I watched the huge wolf approach me.

Was I hallucinating right now? What was a massive wolf doing in our hotel room? Wait, where is Lyon?