Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 184: Book 2 - Chapter 17

What hurt me most was not the fact that she did it to provoke me. No.

It was the fact that she really took into consideration that he would be a possibility for her because I wasn’t Prince’s damn fated mate.

I try to contain my hate because I am a leader. I have to take care of everyone. But that doesn’t mean I’m an idiot. I cut that idea off her immediately.

He will not be her chosen mate. Only over my dead body. “You are *not* going!” I say coldly.

I’ll deal with her as I deal with everything: *harshly, barely, and accordingly.*

She turns her face to me, angry and sad at the same time, “Why?”

A vein spasms in my left eye with rage. “I could say, Lucy,” I answer with a straight face, but her name tastes poison in my mouth, “that you can’t go because you have no training in what we do because you’re not a warrior,” I look at her up and down, “or for the simple fact that you’re just going to be a liability. But no,” I return my cold eyes to her. “You’re not going to because I’m saying *you won’t*.”

She opens her mouth, looking like a child who heard ‘no’ from her parents for the first time. She looks at Prince and then darts at me again. I continued looking at her coldly.

“Yes, Alpha,” she says and enters the cave. Rose glares at me indignantly but doesn’t say anything, and then she follows behind Lucy.

Chosen mate? She’s got to be fucking kidding me. I found him, not her.

*Fuck her.*

‘Now, do you understand why we don’t go back to that place again?’ Dana’s great aunt mindlinks me.

I don’t answer her, I just shake my head.

Then I enter the cave, still furious about it all. Did she plan this now, or did Rose put it in her head?

No. This bitch has been glued to my Prince since she laid eyes on him.

As soon as I return to my room, I sit on my bed. Prince does the same. He runs his hand on my back up and down as if he could feel that I was angry. And the effect is instantaneous. I calmed down as quickly as I got angry.

I take a deep breath and then sigh. He holds my face with one of his large hands, making me turn towards him.

I feel my skin heat up even more with each touch of him.

My lips curl into a smile as Prince runs the pad of his thumb down my cheekbone and along my jawline until it’s resting on my lower lip. He pulls southwards, opening my mouth slightly.

*Maybe you’re not as innocent as I thought, Prince.*

The smell of him assaults my senses, making me want him. Leaning forward, he approaches over me.

He looks at my mouth as if it were the most delicious fruit in the world. Then he looks into my eyes.

He smiles, showing me his perfect teeth. I whisper a curse with a flutter of my lashes.

I kiss him.

The kiss starts sweetly, exploring his soft lips until I feel his tongue touch my lips, silently asking to enter. I open it for him, and Goddess — he is a good kisser.

His hand that was on my back now goes up behind my neck, steadying me for him.

He speeds up our kiss, invading my mouth as if that’s what he needed and didn’t know how to say. To ask for it.

I feel a heat building between my legs, imagining him kissing me like that elsewhere.

His mouth eating me—

I grunt at Dana’s mindlink, and she chuckles, ‘Hmm. What are you doing?’ she asks teasingly.

‘What do you want, Dana?’ I respond and stop kissing Prince. I feel like it’s a crime to take my lips off his.

‘My roommates need you. They’re not doing so well, Lexi...’ she says, a little apprehensive.

‘Okay, I’m coming.’

My room’s not that far from where her room is, so it won’t take long to get there. Prince tries to come after me, “No. Stay here,” I say, and he obeys.

*I’ll be right back, and we will continue where we stopped,* I think to myself before heading out the door.

The corridors are cleaner than yesterday. Surely, someone must have cleaned them.

I checked almost all the pack members yesterday to see if they needed my gift. As I take a while to come here, I see if everyone needs help every time I come.

Dana isn’t here, but she wouldn’t need to tell me who needed me as I’m well aware of their identities. Yesterday, when I did my rounds, these two were fast asleep. I enter the room, a little bigger than mine, some things resting on the floor, the two of them sitting on the bed holding hands.

“Ana and Edmund! You’re so old you didn’t even wait for me yesterday!” I scold them teasingly as I enter the room as if it were mine. They both look at me and shake their heads simultaneously.

These two are the oldest couple in our pack. Generally, a werewolf only starts to have wrinkles and white hair after turning 150 years old; it’s also when some diseases that they did not have before begin to appear.

Maybe this is the price we pay after so many healthy and young years compared to humans.

That is the case with this old couple who, based on the white color of their hair, are over 150 years old.

“Brat! You should be ashamed of talking to me like that. I’m still going to be 173 this year,” Ana says to me with a smile on her face.

She always called me a brat when I was a kid; she was the one who taught me how to fish the way I know it today. “You’re still beautiful, Ana. You haven’t changed at all since I’ve known you,” I tell her, and she waves her hand at me dismissively.

I approach them, hold her hand, and begin to heal the tremors and pain she is feeling. I’ve been doing this for almost five years. She doesn’t need to tell me where it hurts anymore because I already know it by heart. I do what I can to help her, but unfortunately, I know she will need my help again in a few weeks.

“You’re very quiet today, Edmund. I prefer it that way,” I snap at him. Ana chuckles.

“I miss you here, little one,” he replies. “Even though you have been unbearable since you were a child! Maybe it was a lack of spanking! Our dear Luna is a saint!”

“Who knows, maybe our Alexa will find a new place for us, and we can have our home before taking our last breath—”

“Stop saying those things!” I scold her. “Don’t talk like this. You know I hate it when you say that.”

I bite my tongue not to tell them that, *yes*, I found a perfect territory for us. I let go of her hand when I see that she is better and start to heal him.

His problems are similar to hers but more severe in his legs. One of the reasons he is most sad is because he was one of the fastest warriors of the pack.

“If there’s anyone who’s going to get us out of here, it’s going to be you, little one. I know that,” Edmund says, and I lower my head, focusing on healing him; I don’t know what to say. “We would go through it all again for you without a second thought,” my heart aches to remember that they are like this because of me.

I don’t voice my thoughts. I give them a tight smile and finish healing for them, trying to make their sacrifice for me worth it.

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“Would you mind explaining to me why you didn’t ask my parents to choose someone else — anyone — except Nige to go with us?” I blame Dana.

We came to eat something before going to sleep. Tomorrow, we will embark on our trip, and we do need to rest a lot.

I can’t blame Letum because he wasn’t here when they arrived, only Dana. I put the stew on my plate, and she does the same; it’s just the two of us here. Prince has already eaten something, and he is in Letum’s room with him.

‘Your parents were pretty pissed at you, Lexi,’ she mindlinks me. If she’s talking via mindlink, it’s because it’s serious.

‘Why? What did I do?’ I look at her, confused, as I pour some of the stew.

‘When Nige told them about Prince, that you brought him with us, that he’s human, and everything else that you know, Nige makes it all seem bad, your parents were furious.’

Fuck you, Nigel!

I stop eating. ‘You said he’s not that monster that Nige painted, right?’ I ask coldly.

‘Of course I did. But you know how worried your parents are about you. They were afraid he would reveal to someone that Tyra is a red wolf and put you in danger,’ she answers while eating.

Those watching from the outside think we’re just eating; little do they know the chaos of the conversation.

‘He would never do that!’ I reply then.

‘I know, but after the last attack... Could you blame them for thinking like that?’ she asks rhetorically.

Of course not. It wouldn’t just be my life that would be at risk, but that of our pack members as well.

I should have thought of that when I brought him here! How stupid I am. But also, what should I do? Abandon him?

‘No!’ Tyra growls in my mind just by the single thought.

I finish eating with Dana in silence.

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Even after arriving in my room with Prince, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had seen when I left Letum’s room with him.

I saw Prince shamelessly take one of Letum’s bracelets and put it in his pocket. He did it so stealthily that it didn’t look like Letum had given it to him, and I didn’t ask Letum either. I know that bracelet, Letum stopped using it because it broke on one side, he made the bracelet by hand, which is funny because someone as brute as Letum could do something so delicate.

Did Prince steal his bracelet? He wouldn’t do that, would he?

Who am I to say anything? I literally took the pink hair tie I found in his pocket for myself.

He lies down on the bed, and I sit next to him. I look at him lying down, looking at me, waiting to lie next to him.

My hands go to his head, and I caress his soft hair.

I can not deny it. Every time I see him, something inside me wants to pull him closer, to press my head into his shoulder, and tell him all the things that I am trying not to feel.

I finally lie down on the bed, and he automatically holds me closer to him.

I let him wrap me in his arms and hold me tight.

I let him hold me as if I were his and he was mine.

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The snow has already started to melt, which means we will have less difficulty traveling. Our backpacks are ready, and after we eat, we are almost ready to go. We don’t know when this will be possible, so we think it’s best to shower before going.

Letum and Dana have already showered and are just waiting for Prince and me to shower so we can go.

The problem is that I didn’t expect Lucy to be finishing her bath at the same time we arrived to take ours.

I curse as soon as I see her, but I ignore her and go straight into the thermal water after taking off my clothes. I secretly hate her even more that she’s here right now when Prince takes off his clothes, and she’s gawking at his body without even pretending she’s not staring at him.

We werewolves are not ashamed of being naked in front of each other, but we don’t stare at people like that.

Prince enters where I am; his insanely muscular body seems to be designed in every single detail by the Goddess Selena herself.

I waste no time and start applying soap to his shoulders. The sooner we get out of here, the better.

“Are you the one who bathes him?” Lucy asks from my side, surprised. The other days we came to bathe, I always waited for it to be empty.

I just ‘Mmm’ to her, but she continues, “I can help too, he’s so *big*,” she says, looking at his body. I move to stand in front of her. I definitely hate this girl.

“No need,” I say and turn to get my bath loofah; when I turn back, she’s rubbing his back.

“What are you doing? I said I didn’t need to! Don’t touch him!” I yell at her.

“Sorry, I just wanted to help him,” she says, takes her hands away from him, and starts rinsing them.

I thought she would leave the place, but no, she continued to watch me closely from my side.

I sigh, trying to control my anger. I’ve never soaped him as quickly as I’m doing right now, and as soon as I finish, he rinses himself off like I taught him.

There’s a little soap left on his neck. I rinse it off, and immediately after that, I automatically kiss him on the forehead, as I always do.

I feel sparks on my lips where his skin touches.

I turn to get more soap for myself, and I almost have a heart attack when I hear Lucy say, “I helped too so,” she leans close to him, and when I think she’s going to *dare* to kiss him where I kissed him, Lucy does worse.

She kisses him on the lips.