Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 172: Book 2 - Chapter 5

As soon as we arrive at the cave and I put my backpack on the floor, he embraces my hand onto his chest, and I feel his muscles against my skin. Unsatisfied, he then wraps his arms around me and holds me close as if I were his source of warmth.

However, like him, my clothes are also covered in snow. I hear him chattering his teeth from the cold, and I reluctantly try to ignore his wonderful smell and let go of his embrace.

He looks at me sadly, “Let’s take these rocks out of the floor and clear space to start a fire and lie down,” I tell him. Still, it feels like I’m talking to a rock because he keeps looking at me, confused as if he doesn’t understand any word. He hugs himself from the cold; his hair is damp from the snow, and his socks, which were clean, are now dirty. But even this way, he still seems to carry himself; he still looks elegant.

*He looks like a prince.*

I give up trying to make him understand. I start by removing the stones from the floor alone, but as soon as he sees me taking two big rocks and throwing them outside the cave, he starts to imitate me.

So that’s how it works for you, Prince?

I smile, “That’s right, let’s make room to make a fire and shower,” I go down to pick up more stones and smell my hair. He was so desperate from the cold that he hugged me even though I smelled like this. Ugh. Poor Prince.

It’s all his fault. Why did he have to get lost in the forest?

I came to the cave the whole way, thinking about what happened to him. He doesn’t appear to have been the victim of any fight, as he has no scratch on his soft skin. I decided that he could be a victim because just by looking into his eyes, you can see how harmless he is.

While I pick up two or three stones, he picks up many more, piling them against his body and placing them at the cave entrance in an organized way, contrary to how I’m throwing them.

He seems to suffer from some kind of mental illness; perhaps he was born this way? However... if he had any sickness, I would have healed him, and it didn’t happen.

Could he have lost his memory?

But that wouldn’t explain what he’s doing there, he’s clearly not a nomad like my little pack and me.

I look at him again; his fancy burgundy sleepwear that was once impeccably clean is now just dusty and dirty. He places the final stones on the floor, but as he does so, he accidentally traps his finger between them. He quickly pulls his hand back, and I smell his blood. At the same time, I see him make a pained face.

“Let me see your hand,” I approach him and reach out to touch his hand. He meets my gaze, willing.

But once again, I’m surprised by how easy it is to heal him. I don’t even make an effort, just by touching him, my power comes out of me and immediately heals the small cut on his thumb.

He looks at me with amazement, as if I were a goddess, and then he looks at his thumb. His beautiful smile lights up his face, and I find myself smiling back.

“I got you, Prince,” the pet name comes naturally from my mouth, and his smile disappears immediately. He looks more confused than ever and puts his hand on his head as if it hurts. I place my hand on his, and he looks at me with lost eyes.

I get up and pull his hand so he can come with me. He obeys, and I guide him to a less windy corner of the cave. It's not too dark outside despite the night, as the full moon in the sky illuminates the surroundings.

I force him to sit on the floor because I know he won’t understand if I talk to him. As soon as he sits down, I place my backpack on his lap. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a bit,” I tell him and start to leave the cave.

He gets up quickly as if scared that I’m leaving, “No!” I say with my index finger pointed at him. He hugs my backpack. “Stay here, I’ll be back!”

His eyebrows come together in confusion. I keep looking at him with the authoritative face that I make for everyone in my pack, and I use my Alpha aura on him.

I am an Alpha female. I am my parents’ first child. For him to disobey my command, he would need to at least have a powerful wolf.

He feels the pressure of my aura and sits down on the floor, and I repeat, this time in a softer voice, “I’ll be back.”

I look at his big arms, squeezing my backpack. My eyes then go to his lips. He is biting his lower lip, he releases his lip and then forms a slight pout.

He’s so cute. This time, I bite my bottom lip, thinking about what it would be like to gaze into his midnight blue eyes while he’s between my legs.

Wait. What? I shake my head. No! What am I thinking?!

With this disturbing thought, I finally leave the cave, but I look back to make sure he isn’t following me; when I see that he isn’t, I continue on my way.

When we were going to the cave, I saw an apple tree not far from our path. I was going to stop to get some apples, but Prince was almost freezing, so I had to get him out of the freezing wind.

It doesn’t take me long to reach the apple tree. I pick some and stuff them into my pockets. Then, I collect some sticks on my way back to the cave to start a fire.

My thoughts come back to haunt me. What was I thinking when I brought him with me?

He is only going to slow me down. Fuck, this whole thing is crazy.

I always tell Letum and Dana to be careful and not approach anyone, and what do I do as soon as I see a pair of dark blue doe eyes lost in the forest?

I hold his hand and take him with me.

Not that I owe anyone an explanation, I don’t give two shits about what people think.

What did he do to me?

He must have bewitched me because I can’t find another reason. His tempting scent... I’m sure it must be some kind of spell to attract me.

‘You’re being irrational. And dramatic,’ Tyra says, shaking her head from side to side in my mind.

I ignore her and continue walking, pretending she didn’t say anything.

When I can’t carry more sticks, I quicken my pace to get to the cave.

As soon as I enter the cave, I see him still hugging my backpack, with his face resting on top of it. I keep walking towards him, and he doesn’t even notice my presence. If I were a rogue, he would already be dead.

How has he survived this long, for Goddess sake?

I make a noise as I place the sticks on the floor in the middle of the cave. He lifts his face with sleepy eyes, and as soon as he looks at me, his eyes seem to wake up, and he opens a small smile, showing the dimples on his cheeks.

I bend down and start arranging the sticks to light the fire, but he interrupts me. He puts my backpack next to him and gets up, coming to me and bending down where I am. He hugs me, pressing his face into my neck.

Did he miss me?

Damn, he smells so good. His silk hair touches my face, and I hold myself back from attacking him.

He must have definitely bewitched me.

“I said I’d be back, Prince. I always keep my word,” I say when I feel the tip of his cold nose touches my neck.

He releases the hug, sitting next to me and watching me. I immediately miss his huge arms around me.

“Okay, hmm... to build a fire, we need to put these sticks like this,” I say as if he understands me, but clearly, he doesn’t.

I begin to build the fire, and he hands me the pieces of wood I brought. He’s not putting it together, but he’s doing all he can to assist me.

Once the fire is set up, I take a campfire pot out of my backpack and grab some of the softest, cleanest snow I can find near the cave. Then I place the pot on top of the fire so the snow can melt and we can bathe.

It doesn’t take long to melt, and I use a clean cloth to filter what’s left in the water. When I see that the water is completely clear, I decide to grab a bite while the water cools down since it is still boiling.

During this whole process, Prince followed me and watched every step I took. I was uncomfortable with him behind me the entire time, but in the end, I was already used to him by my side.

Which is strange because I always prefer to be alone. Again, he must have bewitched me.

I go to where I left my coat and take two apples out of the pockets.

I offer him one, and he takes it, looking around the red apple like he has never seen a piece of fruit before.

He smells the apple and then looks at me as if he’s waiting for further instructions. “This is an apple. You can eat it,” I rotate the red apple close to his eyes and then bite into it with an audible crunch from the apple’s juicy bite.

I chew, this apple is so sweet, I wonder how fertile this land is. “Your turn,” I tell him and wave my hands in front of him.

He takes my apple from my hand and not his, spins it in front of my eyes, and then he takes a bite like I did. I chuckle.

After taking a bite, a drop of apple juice runs from his lips, and he smiles when he tastes the apple; he probably likes the taste.

“You don’t need to spin the apple to eat,” I run my hand through my face, “just bite! And this apple is mine. Yours is this other one,” I point to the apple in his hand as I pick up my apple back.

Unconsciously, my hand goes to his lips, and I wipe his lips and try really hard not to kiss him. My fingers feel the softness of his lips, fuck!

I take it out immediately and start eating my apple, looking away so I don’t do anything I’ll regret later.

As soon as I finish eating my apple, I try to clean my mouth, but he’s quicker. Prince softly wipes my lips with his huge hand, holding my jaw in place.

I look at his doe eyes, staring at my mouth while his fingers clean it.

As soon as he finishes he lets me go, and I automatically place my hand where he ran his fingers.

I could have sworn I felt sparks here...

Fuck, Prince. You can’t do that kind of thing...

He has this ability to affect me in ways that he shouldn’t.

I approach the pot, test the temperature of the water, and find it perfect for taking a bath.

I turn to him; he’s finally finished eating his apple, so we can bathe then.

“Let’s bathe now, Prince. Take off your clothes,” I say, and he comes to me. He doesn’t understand what I said but clearly wants more instructions. This close, taller than me, he is so undeniably attractive, even though he also needs a bath.

I start by taking off my sweatshirt so he can understand what to do, and then I put it on the floor next to my coat. Next, I start to take off one of my boots.

I look at him to see if he understands. He then starts to take off his clothes, unbuttoning his burgundy long-sleeve top.

I take off my other boot, and then I turn to gaze at him, but I am caught off guard.

I can’t stop staring lustfully at his huge muscular body because he has taken off all his clothes and is now *naked* in front of me.