I Married The Alpha of Alphas

Episode 8

Jasmine

"Your father is in the cells. It was the best I could do.'' Mason entered the room. "My father is willing to accept an apology from him, for your sake.''

I got up, ran to hug him. "Thank you, thank you, Mason. That's all I ask for.'' He smiled at me, his hug was warm.

"So, your father, he seem..'' I looked up at him, raising a brow. I walked back to the bed as I tried to keep myself busy.

"My father is a handful when he's drunk. I'm just sad that he relapsed on my wedding day.''

"Really? How many years?'' Mason's feet dragged on the carpet as he came closer.

"Seven months. He's been sober for seven months. The longest it's ever been. My sister and I were hopeful.'' Mason rose a brow. I felt like he was judging me.

"Love, I'm sorry but that's not a man who's just had a taste of alcohol in seven months.'' He paused, I looked at him.

"He promised me.''

"And sometimes the people we love hurt us.'' He came to hug me, I remained unmoving, not knowing how to feel.

"Mason.''

"Yes cutie.''

"There's something we're yet to discuss.'' His arms were around my shoulders, engulfing me in his hug. He smelt amazing. Like strawberries with a mix of mint. He looked at me, seeming confused. "Do you want..I mean..do you expect me to do my wifely duties.''

He laughed, he stepped back, but not before he kissed the top of my head. "That's an ugly way to put it, wifely duties.'' He tensed, he held his hands akimbo. His hairs were fallen over his face. He looked cute. The kind of cute where I want to shower him with kisses. I can't. He's just my husband. "Darling, if you're talking about s*x. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. Right now, I feel that this is a big boundary to you, and we're only getting to know each other, so how about we revisit this later.''

Later? When was later? Two weeks from now?

"No Jasmine, not two weeks. Later can be as long as you want.''

How did he?

"How did you do that? that's imposible. You can read my mind?''

He laughed, again. "I'm suprised you've not done your homework. There's a lot of things a prince a soon to be, king can do.''

"You can read minds? But..''

"Not all the time.'' He smiled, he walked back to bed. "Just when a person has too many feelings. Overwhelming feelings.''

He said with ease, stepping on eggshells.

"Mason, tell me please.'' I pouted, coming to sit at the edge of the bed.

He sat up, meeting my eyes. "Well, when someone is feeling several feelings all at once. Or one big feeling that overwhelms them, then those thoughts become public to me.'' He smiled. "Like, at the hospital, when you first asked me to marry you. You were thinking something slightly...''

"Slightly what?'' i was curious, I came up close to him. "What was I thinking?''

"You were thinking about how cute the doctor was, and how you you'd like to do alot with him.''

My cheeks became red. "No I was not!'' I muttered, shying away. Was it true. Maybe. Possible. I did notice his attractiveneness when I woke up in that hospital bed.

"You're so adorable.'' He lets out as he comes to kiss the top of my head, then, he opens the door.

"Come.'' He stretched his hand to me, I got up, taking it. "There's something I want to show you.''

"More horse riding?'' I frowned.

"You don't like riding?'' He asked. I couldn't help where my mind went to. But now, since I knew too much emotion was my weapon, I had to do better.

"The horse saddle, it kinda..'' I tried to find my words.

"Kinda what darling?''

"Hurt...me.'' The metal part of the saddle was very uncomfortable. Basing on how I'd won a dress that day. Or the sun shining brightly, hence the metal had become heated.

"But you were on my lap the whole time we were riding?'' He was confused.

"The metal saddle was just uncomfortable. I'm sorry. I'm not being ungreatful. I guess I'm just not used to..''

"Hey hey.. no need for all of that.'' He squeezed my hand. We kept walking. He showed me to a hidden passage away from the remaining wedding party. It was already midnight, and people were still here. Drunk, chatting, celebrating.

We reached a deserted balcony I'd not noticed before. Then, there were stairs at the side of it. Like a fire escape. No one could see us go through there. It felt alittle thrilling sneaking around.

"Wait, so d your parents also read minds? And if so, how will we keep this secret?''

"They don't, don't worry. My father and I have a different gift away from each other. I don't know what his is. We've just never gotten to talking about it. As a family, we all agreed that it was best keeping our gifts a secret even from each other. In that light, it's the reason we trust each other nommatter what. We believe that each of our gifts is there for the betterment of our family and the pack, every family before us have chosen whether or not to go public with it. Ours chose not to. Keep everyone on their toes. Each person will always be on their best behaviour when they can't guess what you can do.''

It didn't make sense, but trying to understand it felt like an impending headache. So instead, I just nodded along as we walked. We reached a couple of trees and past that, was a clearing. The moon in the sky made everything seem magical. The night's air was cool, hitting at my skin, making me feel cold.

Finally, we stopped by a water pond. On the green grass was what I would describe as beautiful.

A gorgeous picnic rug was spread out, interlaced with precious metallic threads. Right next to it was a stuffed wicker basket full of lots of delicious food and two soft pillows covered with exquisite artworks. Little fairy lights, set up on the branches of the trees around us sparkled away like twinkling stars and illuminated the whole place with an enchanting charm.

"Wow," I said in wonder, my eyes glued to the thing that lay before me.

"I thought that it would be the best to take a holiday from your new lifestyle which is so full of action. Perhaps calm down without these staring at you in any moment." Mason said, and I felt undestood.

"Excellent, just excellent," I said and walking on the blanket simply fell on one of the haughty pillows, the touch of the soft fabric was splendid as well.

He settled down beside me and passed me a glass of bubbling grape juice. “To us” he said, raised his glass and banged against mine.

The next few hours passed in a haze of conversation, on looking each other, on talking about anything and everything and nothing in particular. The food in the keres was great – wonderful soft crust breads with savoury fillings wrapped in the form of neat finger sandwiches were uncovered from the basket cloth, delicious well baked pastries were arranged along with fresh fruit long skewer sticks smeared with honey and cheese of all kinds. All the while, we nourished ourselves and told more or less ridiculous things that children tend to do, told the desired and the not so desired future, and my wife had some downright amusing visions about our soon to be born little girl.

We lay down on the blanket, comfortable and content. We gazed at the stars. Everything was beautiful.

I ooked at my husband, He was the most beautiful man I'd seen.