The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 94

Quinn lied…she didn’t come back, not until it was time for his discharge.

That was when she barged in, wearing a different set of clothes from what she had on. She wore a purple, mid-thigh shorts that was loose around her hips and a white crop top. Her red hair was caught in a messy bun atop of her head and her cheeks were flustered…she must’ve run here. “Did the doctor already do the final check-up?”

“He did.”

“Then are you ready to leave…?”

Zayd shrugged. “Might as well I stay in the hospital, since nobody cares about me anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged again, and Quinn sighed. “I lost track of time, sorry. I went to the training grounds…the doctor told me to exercise my wolf, so I thought I’d do that. I didn’t know I was there this long, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine…let’s just go.” He shuffled off the bed and to his feet, walking past her on his way to the door.

She followed after him. “You’re not struggling to walk anymore…that’s good.”

“Hmm…” Was Zayd’s response as he nodded towards the mated couple that greeted him as they passed by. He felt offended for some reason…his feelings were hurt.

He thought after having been set apart by such a situation, she’d be more inclined to stick by his side like he was to stick by hers. She didn’t even think of bringing him lunch or dinner…she’d just abandoned him, even though he was injured.

Sighing to himself, he pulled the door open and holding it like that for her to walk through. After which, he pocketed his hands, his steps slow and heavy on the paved path.

“It’s kind of…you’re a little too quiet…” Quinn broke the silence, slipping her arm beneath his. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing really, my mind is a little blank.”

“Are you angry at me?”

Zayd shook his head, looking up at the slowly fading sun. “Not particularly.”

“I really didn’t mean to keep you waiting. After the run with Marcia and Isabella, as I said before, I went to the training grounds and by the time I was done taking a shower, I realized that it was getting late. I had to run here.”

“I said it’s fine, but you’ll have to make up for it tomorrow by actually keeping your promise this time.”

“I will.”

“Good…” He turned to smile at her, and she smiled back in return. The way to the east wing was silent after that. Quinn didn’t stop at her room, she followed him to his and together they entered.

His room wasn’t as messy as he left it…his worry for Quinn had prohibited him from doing anything but dwell on her wellbeing. However, right now, the sheets weren’t scattered, they were neatly spread, and the clothes that had been on the floor weren’t there anymore. There was also a covered plate on the bedside table, one he was sure he hadn’t left there.

Zayd scratched his head. “Marcia must’ve been in here…it seems she left me something.”

“Does it have to be Marcia?”

“She’s the only one inquisitive enough to enter my room, even when I’m not in it.”

Quinn chuckled. “This time it’s not her…I was the inquisitive one.”

Zayd turned to her. “You…? Why?”

Quinn bit her lip. “Well, since I wanted to learn anyway…I thought I’d just kill two birds with one stone; have Marcia teach me how to cook and use whatever skill I learned to make you dinner.”

“So you’re saying you made me dinner?”

Quinn nodded. “It’s kinda well…it’s not as tasty as it could be, but I tried, didn’t I? Instead of learning how to cook like the omegas did, I was out training with my father…and after that, I was busy with luna duties that consumed all my time. I should at least learn how to cook rice before I don’t even have the time to.”

“So you’ve never cooked before? Not even for Jeo?”

Quinn shook her head. “No…”

Zayd walked around the bed to the plate, uncovering it. Inside was what he knew was rice, pasta, meat, and gravy at the side. It smelled…well it smelled nice, and save for the rice seeming a bit too soft and the gravy a bit too thick, it looked nice too.

Taking a seat by the edge of the bed, he took the plate in hand. “Are you sure this won’t poison me?”

Quinn narrowed her eyes at him. “It might…I mean, I poured a lot of stuff in there, even stuff Marcia had advised me not to. I even had to throw out the first pot of rice I cooked because I burnt it, and then the meat…god the meat, I did so many things to make it edible.”

Zayd took up the fork, filling it with rice and dipping it in the gravy before shoving it towards her. “Here…take the first bite, I’ll eat it after I confirm that I won’t die.”

Quinn would’ve punched him if he wasn’t injured, but she kept her hands by her side as she leaned towards the fork. He pulled it back before she could eat it, stuffing it into his mouth.

He chewed once, twice, thrice and then swallowed.

Quinn looked at him expectantly. “So umm…how is it?”

“So…it doesn’t taste as horrible as I thought it would, but it’s horrible.”

Quinn slammed her hand against the back of his head, not being able to hold back anymore. “You don’t have to eat it then, you’re a jerk.”

Zayd groaned in pain and then laughed. “I’ll eat it…I was kinda sad when you came back to the hospital late, but knowing you were trying and note ‘trying’ to cook me dinner made up for it. You put in a lot of effort for me, didn’t you?”

“Not for you…” Quinn confirmed. “For myself, I want to master cooking so I can cook for myself.”

“Come on…I know you at least thought of me once while you were cooking.”

“I did, but so…? I wasted my time only for you to say it’s horrible.”

“Awww…you’re sulking. You didn’t waste your time because I’m going to eat it all. I like it, the taste is unique.”

Quinn rolled her eyes as she sat next to him. “Just hurry up…so I can sleep.”

“You’re not going to sleep when I’m done…we’re gonna pick up where we left off in the morning.”

“We…?” Quinn chuckled humorlessly. “I’m tired, you’re on your own in this one.”

“We’ll see about that…did you eat?”

“I did…tasted enough while cooking.”

“Then that’s good.” He picked up his fork again, and ate the food like it was the best he’d ever had.

When he’d finished cleaning his plate and placing it back on the bedside table, Quinn was already laying down with her back turned to him. He laid beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You’re really going to sleep?”

Quinn nodded. “Why not?”

“Didn’t you say you missed me?” His hand slid beneath her blouse; warm and calloused, tickling her skin, causing tangibly tingles to glitter against the soft flesh.

“I missed you…”

“And don’t you miss this too?” He kissed her back, and Quinn squeezed her eyes closed, subconsciously bracing herself against him. “I…well, I did. I missed everything.”

“Show…” He grabbed her breast while his tongue flickered against her neck…each breath he took was hot, drowning her in anticipation. “Not tell.”

Quinn twisted to face him. “You’ll be able to handle it?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t handled before, Quinn.”

Quinn grabbed his hand, slipping it from beneath her blouse as she sat up on the bed and then on his thighs. She then held on to the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head. “As long as you can handle it.”

Her lips greedily caught his and his hands searched her body, until they were pulling at the elastic waist of her purple shorts, trying to get it off. Quinn helped him and then situated herself on his lap again, only wearing a black panty that was already wet with her desires.

Zayd slipped it aside ~too desperate to take it off~ and his finger glided between her folds, circling her entrance before probing inside.

Quinn moaned, pulling away from the kiss and burying her head against his neck. “You missed me this bad, huh? You’re soaking wet, little red.”

A whimper left her lips as another finger, slid slowly up her walls, joining the other in both pleasuring and stretching her. She didn’t even know why she’d been playing hard to get when she knew she wanted this.

This deep and musky scent was one she’d been wanting to drown in ever since he’d set her ablaze this morning. Sleep? She hadn’t been worried about that because it was the last thing on her mind.

This thick, long shaft that was hardened beneath her bum was what tainted the desire of both her body and mind. Quinn unbuttoned his jeans, freeing it from the dark, blue underwear he wore…and then she huskily whispered by his ear. “Take your fingers out…I’m ready to put it in.”

Zayd took a deep and heavy breath as he pulled his fingers back. Her voice sounded so sexy, especially since she was saying those ungodly words. “Put it in now.”

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