Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 173: Book 2 - Chapter 6

I gasp as my brows rise up, and my body freezes without moving for a moment. I’m literally unable to express any coherent thoughts.

I feel not only my cheeks but my entire face blush.

I can’t stop my eyes from darting over his wide, bare chest, over abs that would make any male in my pack think about what they need to do to be like him, and to the sculpted vee pointing straight down to his huge cock. And it’s *not* even hard. Fuck!

I bite my bottom lip, still eye fucking him. “You have no business looking this fucking handsome, Prince,” I tell him. This time, I’m more than happy that he can’t understand me. I would be mortified if he understood me now.

He turns his head slightly to the side and continues looking at me with an innocent face, utterly oblivious to my dirty mind.

I take off all my clothes because if he’s going to be naked, it’s more than fair to him that I get naked, too.

‘How kind of you,’ Tyra says sarcastically in my mind with a smirk.

I grab a bow from my supplies and get some warm water. I call him with my hand, and he comes to me. I raise my arm and pour the warm water on top of his head.

He raises his chin, making his jawline pop as water falls on his face and runs down his sculptural body.

*I may or may not have felt a little tingle at the sight.*

It’s his face, though, that’s got me more screwed up than anything.

What right does this lost guy have to be this handsome? And lips that simply can’t be as soft and full as they look.

I put the soap in his hair, and he moves his head to the side to give me more access. He closes his eyes, enjoying the process. I keep washing his body, my bottom lip hurts from how much I’m biting it.

I feel his firm muscles against my hand. I take my hand down to soap it under his belly button.

Oops, my hand touched his cock! I soap that area, looking at the ceiling, feeling embarrassed for doing this and ashamed of my dirty thoughts.

He doesn’t even understand what I’m doing. I shouldn’t be thinking about those things I want him to do to me. I feel like I’m taking advantage of him.

I feel his cock starting to get hard, and I decide I better stop rubbing that area...

I can’t even look at his eyes.

After soaping him all over, I take the bow again and rinse him. He helps me by running his hand over his body to remove the soap, imitating my movements.

“There you go, Prince, now you’re clean,” I say as I run my hand through his dark brown hair.

He gives me a soft smile, revealing a pair of dimples that briefly make him look more angel than anything.

I can’t resist him, so I rise on tiptoe and kiss his forehead with an audible sound.

When I pull away, he places his fingertips on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. But he looks at me and smiles, still with his fingertips on his forehead.

Contrary to my wolf, my stomach dips in warning, telling me not to be deceived by his dimpled smile. Even though he isn’t dangerous, he is not my fated mate. I don’t want what happened with Nige to happen again.

But what else can I do? Every time he looks at me with those doe eyes and smiles, his eyes light up something in me that I had already accepted would be dark forever.

I shake my head to stop thinking.

Now, it’s my turn! Thank Goddess, the fire is still burning, making the cave not so cold.

I take the bow and pour water over my head, but when I go to get the soap, Prince is quicker and starts to gently soap my hair like I did his.

I take advantage of his huge hands on me, controlling myself not to moan. He returns the attention to every inch of my body as I did to his.

He soaps my breasts, and his hands pay a little too much attention to them. I tilt my head back, trying to hide how pleasurable his touch is.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I mutter as I sigh.

His hands run all over my body, and when he reaches my pussy I stop him. He can’t figure out how much I’m soaking.

Not that he will understand what that is. Fuck! I need to stop thinking about him that way.

I try to get the bow to rinse myself, but he’s faster. Before I realize it, he’s already rinsing me. The smell of my verbena soap wafts throughout the cave.

I needed this bath.

When I have no foam left on my body, he lowers his head and kisses my forehead, exactly like I did with him.

“Hey!” I say with a harsh tone, even though I liked it.

He smiles at me as if he’s satisfied with what he’s done, “Let’s put some clothes on. Otherwise, you’ll freeze to death.”

I grab clean clothes for myself from my backpack, and after drying off, I get dressed. I don’t usually carry a lot of stuff with me, so the only extra clean clothes I have are a pair of black sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. Luckily for him, besides being tall, the size of these two pieces is big enough for him because I usually wear them to sleep, I always opt for clothes that are bigger than me.

I start to dry him, and I’m amazed at how soft his skin is; he looks flawless, like a baby. A prince.

He bears no scar across his skin. It’s a huge contrast to my calloused, scarred hands.

Maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t understand what’s going on.

As I put his burgundy clothes out to dry after washing, I keep thinking that if a guy as handsome as him had a wolf, I’m sure he’d have so many she-wolves after him that he wouldn’t even be interested in me. And it could be worse because I can’t reveal that I have a red wolf.

Only my pack knows my secret, and they protect it as much as I protect them.

Something on the side of his fancy pants catches my attention. I crouch down on the floor and see something pink coming out of his pants pocket. I look back over my shoulder. Prince is by the campfire, warming himself and looking at the fire.

I pull the little thing out of his pocket and discover it’s a hair tie.

Does he have a girlfriend?

Or worse, does he have a mate?

My knuckles turn white from the strength of my clenched fists.

I bring the pink hair tie to my nose to see if the scent belongs to a fucking girl. However, I immediately got confused. The pink hair tie doesn’t smell like him; it smells like someone else, but I don’t feel any threat from the scent. On the contrary, I feel as if I recognize the smell... as if it were mine... as if it belonged to my family. Home.

I must be really going crazy. Maybe his scent mixed with mine when we showered together.

‘That doesn’t make sense,’ Tyra retorts.

I take the hair tie and put it in my pocket, it’s not that wet. I’ll look at that later.

I go to him by the fire. My black clothes that he is wearing are clearly cheaper than his own clothes, but they will keep him warm, and that is what matters.

Plus, he’s still ridiculously hot, even in my shabby clothes.

I hold his hand and guide him to a dry part of the cave floor, where it’s less windy but still close to the fire.

I spread a sheet on the floor and lie down. He lies down next to me. I hold myself back from dragging him closer to me, I need to put myself together.

However, when I close my eyes, I feel his hand drag me towards him as if I weighed nothing. He puts me to rest my head on his huge biceps and then wraps me in a hug.

I melt at our closeness. I sigh. I feel like his arms are the right place for me.

‘His scent is so good,’ Tyra says, clearly already clingy to him.

‘He’s just hugging us to keep himself warm,’ I reply. I fall asleep with the backrub he does to me after thinking about how much I don’t care about his reason; I just want to stay in this little peace I found out of nowhere in his arms.