Healing The Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 30

"Uh –" The first thing that came to my mind the minute I saw him was to turn back and go hide in the room.

"He's our mate. Stop being scared of him." It was easy for Asena to say that because she was buried deep within me and could not feel the aura Cahir exuded just by breathing.

"Good afternoon," I said to him as I came down the stairs.

My mind flew over the place as I tried to decide what would be the best mode of action. Should I stop by his side? What would I be stopping for? What if he left the minute I stopped? Or should I walk past? Wouldn't the people standing around assume we were fighting if I saw my mate and just walked past with a simple greeting?

I wished Cahir would make things easier for me. If anything, he could give me a sign to let me know what to do. Or he could walk away.

"No, don't walk away!" My wolf snapped at me. "Walk up to him and kiss him!" Asena urged me but it was a good thing she did not have the reins of control else we would do nothing other than kiss, cuddle and more decadent things with Cahir.

"Alpha." Maribeth paused for a millisecond when we got to the foot of the stairs. She barred her neck in respect to him. He acknowledged her with a slight nod but his eyes remained fixated on me.

"You're awake." I let out a sigh of relief when he spoke to me. My legs which I did not know if they should move or stay finally paused as he addressed me.

"Yes, I am awake." There was an awkward pause after that until the woman standing beside him cleared her throat. Cahir turned to her with a wilting glare.

"What?" That cold voice had me flinching even if it was not directed at me.

"Ah – Alpha, won't you introduce me to your mate?" The woman asked, looking from me to Cahir.

"Who are you to be introduced?" Cahir asked with a ghost of a frown.

"Your Gamma," the woman replied.

She looked more like a beta than a gamma. I'd never met a gamma before but from what I had read, they were supposed to appear bookish.

"It's – It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Sihana Montreal," I introduced myself before Cahir could explode.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Luna Sihana." The woman took a step forward with her hand outstretched for a handshake but Cahir moved and inserted himself between the two of us. His stance was not so obvious as he did not come to stand directly before me, but he blocked the gamma's path and it was clear what he meant.

"I am Gamma Melanie. Welcome to the Alpha Blood pack, I hope you like it here." The woman started to fidget.

"Thank you," I answered and then a short silence ensured.

"Well, that's all," Melanie exclaimed in a voice strung with nervousness. "I shall take my leave now." She all but fled the room as she rushed out of the house.

Cahir turned to me after his gamma left. I couldn't interpret the look in his eyes but I could feel the nervousness that crawled up my skin from the way he looked at me from my head to my toe.

"I don't like your outfit," he said. Maribeth who was standing a few feet away trying to make her presence unnoticed shuffled on her feet. "Who picked it out?" He eyes me up and down again.

"I – I did." My skin heated as I looked down at the outfit.

It was a simple floral dress that stopped a little lower than mid-thigh. It had a simple halter neck with no sleeves and no frills. It was pretty in a basic way but a simple look from him made me feel as if I was dressed in rags.

"You picked out something so revealing?" His sharp tone did not go unnoticed. "Go change and make sure you burn that dress when you take it off."

"You – You're joking." The words slipped from my mouth as my eyes widened.

"I am not." His voice became quieter than usual, softer.

I'd noticed one thing about my mate. When people got angry, their voice got louder, their expressions darkened and they would make sure their anger sounded in their voice but not Cahir. When his voice dipped, goosebumps exploded on my skin, making me rub my shoulders. His hawklike expression followed the movement of my palm up and down my arms. When Cahir was angry, he tried to hide it. He acted the opposite of how angry people acted, lowering his voice and schooling his expression to a blank one. The effect – the effect was enough to paralyze a man.

"Alpha Cahir, I – I don't want to change." I looked down at the dress for a third time as the air around us became suffocating. Perhaps I should give in and change?

"Sihana." The voice held warming which made my lips quiver. "Come here." He opened his palm and held it out to me with an expression that gave me no room to talk back.

I put my hand in his and his palm closed immediately, encasing my hand in a tight, bone-crushing grip. Then he proceeded to pull me up the stairs. In all fairness, he did not pull me, but he took the stairs two at a time and I had to break into a slight jog to keep up with him.

We climbed up the stairs and he took me into the room beside his. This was supposed to be my room. While Cahir's was a pristine white and gold, this one was decorated with varying shades of blue but it was not any less as grand and jaw-dropping as Cahir's.

He threw open a door and walked it, pulling me along with him.

"Ah – oh." I breathed out in amazement. The door he threw open led to a big closet. Although it was mostly empty, the sheer size of it made my mouth drop.

Only a quarter of it was filled with things; dresses, jeans, a variety of shirts, bags, shoes and sneakers. The rest of the closet was empty but it had floor-to-ceiling shelves of pristine white. The closet was decorated with fairy lights but while I admired the place, Cahir turned them off. We were momentarily in darkness before he turned on the white lights. Despite this, the place still made me marvel. It was as large as a room and it was – it was just a closet!

"Imagine when we get the chance to fill it." Asena purred. "Don't even think we won't get the chance to fill it up. We will be here for the rest of our lives!" I didn't know my wolf had a greedy side until she said that with a satisfied sigh.

"Pick something else. Hurry up." Cahir let go of my hand and went to lean against a wall, pulling out his phone with his legs crossed.

I wanted to peruse the closet but his presence in the closed space made me nervous so I grabbed the first things my hands could reach. They were dark blue jeans so I grabbed a shirt and sneakers.

The problem came when I had to take off my dress. Cahir did not seem like he had any reason to give me privacy. In fact, when I started to struggle with my zipper, he raised his head.

"N – No I can handle it!" I exclaimed when he pushed my hand away to unzip the dress. He took his time sliding it down and I wondered for the life of me what he was playing at!

"All of this –" He mumbled to himself. The air turned strange but I turned to face him, pulling on the jeans underneath the dress.

I had curves, but not so much that finding jeans were a problem but whoever went shopping for my things must have gotten the smallest size they could. I had to choose another pair of jeans and then as much as I tried, I could not hide my body from Cahir.

He had tucked his phone back into his pocket and was watching me as I slid the gown off my body, leaving my upper body bare as I got into my jeans first. I wished he would look away but he made no move to. His eyes roamed my exposed skin, making it redden.

I pulled on my shirt in record time and changed my shoes, letting my hair down as the style Maribeth made had been ruined.

"Sihana Asena, do you know you are mine?" He asked when I was done changing.

"Y – Yes," I answered. His possessive tone sparked something foreign inside me. I examined the white snickers on my feet. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"You know this but you dare call yourself by another man's name in my presence?" He crossed his arms and I swallowed down saliva.

"I – What man?" What had I done? Why did he look at me as if I had betrayed him!?

"You are my mate, an Armani." Ohhh

"It – I have been a Montreal all my life. It may take a while –" I tried to explain myself but he cut me off.

"ver want to hear that name from your mouth again and ver – ever – want to see you dressed in anything this flimsy again. I am the only man who can ever admire you."