The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 102

As promised, Quinn cooked Zayd’s dinner…at the expense of bothering his mother again. It was a simple dish of spaghetti and meatballs and though she got the noodles right, the sauce gave her some trouble and so did frying the meat balls…

Nevertheless, things ended a lot better than they did last time, she didn’t burn her hands nor did she burn anything to the point of them turning black.

If you asked her, then she had improved a whole lot…she has been upgraded to master chef now, since the food was more than just edible this time.

Locking the cover over the dish she’d shared Zayd’s food in, she neatly placed it in a bag and waved at Marcia as she walked out. The night was slowly ruining the day, devouring it…pretty soon, the sun would be no more.

Her steps led her along the paved path outside the pack house, and she trotted her way straight to his office, not wanting his dinner to get cold. She didn’t knock when she got there, she just twisted the knob and went in. He wasn’t alone, Dantae and Frederick were there, all filing through the numerous papers on his desk. They looked so exhausted that Quinn wished she’d cooked for them too…did they need her help? She was experienced in reviewing stuff like this, her father taught her how to differentiate bad and good deals…

She knew what would be beneficial for a pack and what wouldn’t.

Zayd looked up at her as she squeezed through the door, smiling softly. “You’re here.”

“Yeah, just got done…do you guys need some help? I’m free.”

“Yes…thank godd~”

“We don’t.” Zayd cut Dantae off. “We’re just about done for the day too.”

“What? But you said that we’ll be doing an hour worth of more wor~”

“Yeah, nah…shut up and head out.”

Dantae glared at him, dropping the paper he had in hand on the desk. “I see you’re trying to get rid of us again, like that time when you brought us along with you to her old pack and denied us of a f*cking tour.”

“At least you didn’t fail to notice this time…I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

“I guess it’s fine.” Dantae smiled. “Less work for me today…”

Frederick tapped his shoulder. “Less work for today, but more work for tomorrow.”

Dantae’s smile faded immediately, but then it reappeared. “Quit trying to f*ck with my mood, we’re going out for a little fun tomorrow…we won’t be cooped up in here.”

“Ahhh, I forgot.”

“How can you just forget something like that?” He stood up. “Let’s have a drink before parting ways, it’s been a while. It sucks how Zayd won’t be joining us.”

“Actually, I’m glad I won’t be joining you guys. For a werewolf, your alcohol tolerance is pretty low, I never liked drinking with you.”

“And yet, you’d always come when I asked? What a hypocrite you are.”

“I’d been anything but a hypocrite, I was just trying to be a good friend.”

“You know what? I don’t even care. Come on, Frederick.”

Zayd laughed. “Are you whining like a girl right now?”

“No, I'm whining like a man…”

He walked to the door, glaring back at Zayd before opening it. “Why does it seem as though you’re drunk before you’ve even started drinking?”

“I’m not drunk, man…I’m hurt.” He feigned pain while gripping tight to his chest, and as Frederick walked up behind him, he grabbed the back of his neck, shoving him out the door he’d open. “Good night, Zayd...good night, Quinn…it’s sad that he’ll be my burden to carry home tonight, but for a couple of drinks after reading through those invitation request, I’d take on any weight on my shoulder.”

“Are you saying you don’t like drinking with me either?”

“Precisely.”

“Hey, Frederick! You’re a f*cking hypocrite too an…”

The door closed behind them and Quinn laughed. They were weird, but they were nice to be around at least. She turned towards Zayd who sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Damn, my shoulders hurt.”

“Tired? I made what you asked.” She walked over to his table, taking the dish from the bag and placing it in front of him. “You must be hungry too.”

“I wasn’t…not until you walked in here looking like you were the food.”

Quinn narrowed her eyes at him, trying but failing to keep the blush from creeping up her cheeks. “How do you even come up with those?”

Zayd shrugged. “It’s an attribute you get as long as you’re born as a man. What? Is it sexy?”

“Not in the slightest bit.” A lie…she knew it was a lie and he probably knew it too. She walked around his desk, stopping right behind his chair. “A massage?”

“Is it a reward for being sexy?”

“No, a reward for working hard.”

“Alright…either way, it’s a reward.”

Quinn’s hands grasped his shoulders, groping the thick muscles that bulged beneath his shirt. Every move she made elicited a groan from him.

He expressed how good it felt even as he popped the dish open and reached for the fork in the bag. “Smells nice…” He complimented, and for some reason, pride filled Quinn’s chest.

“Taste it before you talk…it might disappoint you.”

Zayd dug the fork in, twirling some of the spaghetti around it before bringing it to his lips. Quinn’s hand ceased as she waited for his input, the longer he took, the more anxious she got.

“It’s nice…” He finally said. “The sauce probably needed a bit more salt, but it tastes good regardless. After what you made me the last time, I don’t believe you cooked this by yourself.”

Quinn wanted to strangle him, but she refrained, sinking her fingers into his shoulders instead. “You cleaned your plate though.”

Zayd groaned. “Alright…alright, it was bad, but not like extremely, extremely bad…I was just joking.” She let go of him and he bent his head back to look at her. “Jeez, look at you hurting your hardworking mate. This was supposed to be a reward and yet you ended up punishing me instead.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I know that much, but I want you to be.”

“Why?”

“So you can offer me a kiss as compensation.”

“Is that so?” Quinn scoffed at him, the sound low and playful as she leaned down, just inches away from his face.

“Yeah…” He responded, his warm breath tickling her lips.

She leaned closer, taking his lips between hers, and kissing him softly…slowly, until they were both breathless. She pulled back then, going back to kneading his shoulders with her small hands as he ate.

The room fell silent, but it wasn’t in anyway uncomfortable. The fact that they were together in one room was essentially enough to please them both. Their scents lingered in the atmosphere, a vivid reminder that they were one now…two people who had given themselves to a bond they believed could last forever.

Zayd looked back at her after shoving the empty dish aside. “Aren’t you tired? Come here.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her around his chair and sitting her in his lap. “I’m going out with Frederick and Dantae tomorrow.”

“Where are you guys going?”

“Just somewhere. I have some business with a small pack not too far from here.” It wasn’t a lie, it just wasn’t entirely the truth.

“Okay, and when will you be back?”

“I’ll be back in no more than three days, I’ll spend the whole week with you after that, I promised.”

“No worries. You don’t have to overexert yourself for me. I understand that you’re an alpha and you have a lot of things to do. I don’t mind that, but I do mind sitting back and watching you do all the work. I can help, let me do my duty as luna. Send me on missions and have me meet other packs that you’d consider future partnerships with. I can also read through contracts and disregard the ones that aren’t in our favor. Let me help you.”

Zayd wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his forehead against her back. “I can’t say no, can I?”

Quinn shook her head.

“Alright, since you leave me no choice, I’ll do as you say…from now on, I’ll call for you whenever I need help. When I get back, we can do some work here together.”

Quinn smiled. “I’d like that.”