Chapter 55


    "Good evening Alpha Xander. Good evening Luna Ava." the waiter near the table bowed, his sudden


    appearance attracting my attention "Shall I bring in your appetizers?"


    "Yes please." I said with a smile, seeing as how Xander wasn''t giving him a speck of recognition "And


    could you please have this put in water? I''ll have it back before we leave."


    "Yes ma''am."


    "Thank you."


    Was it weird that I had gotten used to being treated this way? I had given up on pushing everyone to


    call me by my name. It didn''t really matter to me, as long as those close to me respected my wishes.


    During the week that Xander had been gone, it had gotten much worse for some reason. There were


    still rumours about me, but they did nothing to stifle the choking sense of respect the pack members


    had.


    "What''s your favourite colour?" Xander''s odd question made my face squeeze up into a frown


    "What?" I asked in confusion, "That''s random."


    "Can I be honest with you?"


    "I doubt I''d be able to stop you, Alexander." Although I was half-serious and half-joking, his facial


    expression showed that he was focused and wasn''t ying around "What is it?"


    He leaned back again, his eyes looking sharper than before as they regarded me "I''m nervous."


    "What?"


    "I want to talk to you, but this is the first time I''ve ever been on a date and although I''m interested in


    knowing more and making sure you enjoy this night, I''m afraid that I''ll do nothing but make things


    worse."


    Leave to Xander to say this kind of thing with such an expression. It was not a new thing for Xander to


    be honest to a fault about how he felt. It seemed that the years he had spent unable to truly express


    himself were fading away and he was vocal about just what he was feeling, especially when it came to


    me. It was overwhelming because if he didn''t open up on his own, it was difficult to know what was


    going on with him. His eyes were the only way, even though sometimes they were so nk. Yet, when


    he opened, I would be unable to handle the amount of emotion he was giving me.


    He hadn''t given up any indication of being nervous. Cool,posed and collected and only making me


    the jittery one tonight. It must have been something he had mastered at a young age. Knowing just how


    his father had raised him, it was probably not by choice he had turned out this way. There was


    absolutely nothing wrong. Maybe it just annoyed me how much I couldn''t read him when I desperately


    wanted to.


    The door opened and the waiter walked in, pushing a cart. Once he got to the table, he ced different


    tes on the table, with two sses.


    "To start you off; sweet bread with salted butter, pickled shrimp with creamy spinach dip, oven-baked


    chicken bites with caramelized onion dip and our finest white wine." he said, his tone ted. He was


    obviously happy to be here and the smile didn''t wipe off his face as he poured us our wine. It was


    almostical.


    "Thank you." I said to him, staring at all the meals. Everything looked delicious and honestly I was


    excited to taste it all.


    Xander nodded at him and he bowed again before leaving the room. I started to pick different pieces of


    everything onto my te, sneaking some into my mouth and doing a little happy dance in my head as


    the vours danced across my tongue. Xander let me pick till I was content and then when he noticed I


    was finished, began to fill his te as well. I picked up a pickled shrimp and thered it with dip.


    "White." I said, as I brought it up to my lips and looked at him "White has always been my favourite


    colour somehow to me, it''s the purest colour. What''s yours?"


    My insides were a jumble of nerves as I ate the shrimp and watched his eyebrows rise. I took it as a


    sign that he was somewhat d.


    "Green."


    I swallowed before giggling a little "Green? That''s unexpected. I thought you would say ck or


    something."


    "Why?"


    Because that was probably the colour of his soul, but I knew I couldn''t say that so I just shrugged my


    shoulders nonchntly.


    "How long have you liked green?"


    "For about 13 years."


    13 years? That was a long time tomit to something like a favourite colour. Too many years had


    passed to not be influenced enough to want to change that simple thing about someone. That meant


    that when Xander made his mind up about something, there was really no changing it. That was


    something I already knew though. It was pretty cool. He probably liked the colour so much because he


    liked nts.


    "Alexander..."? I asked, watching as his head tilted to the side "When and why did you start


    gardening?"


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    He seemed to contemte a little before answering "It''s another coping mechanism I have. I''ve liked


    flowers and nts since I was a child. I guess you could say I got my green thumb from my mother. I


    guess you could say instead of acting on the urge to kill, I grew a garden."


    His mother? It shocked me how he mentioned her. Her name and the fact that she existed was


    something that was ignored by every single person in the pack. If I didn''t know the rtionship between


    Alphas and their mates, I''d have assumed she was dead. Now that he mentioned her, my curiosity


    couldn''t help but be quipped.


    "You''ve never spoken about her before." I said, hoping I wasn''t entering dangerous waters "How


    "My mother? There''s not much to say." he answered, resting his chin on his hand "You seem


    interested. What do you want to know?"


    Everything. I wanted to know everything. Would he tell me anything? Instead of answering, I kept silent


    and chewed on some more food. He picked up his ss and sipped its contents before leaning back


    again.


    "My mother and father had a somewhatplicated rtionship." he started, "After I was born, things


    seemed to get worse between them. She wasn''t the mostpassionate person, then again neither


    was he. Her nts interested her more than I did and she made sure I knew it. When I was about 7, I


    woke up one morning and she was gone. I don''t remember much about her, only that she loved to tend


    to her nts and flowers and that she seemed afraid to be near me."


    He didn''t flinch, didn''t sound moved and only spoke in a tone that was no different from speaking about


    the weather.


    "Nobody talks about it and frankly, I think most people have forgotten that she was here. That''s about


    it."


    "I''m really sorry about that." I finally replied after some seconds "I hope it wasn''t too ufortable for


    you."


    "Not at all. I''m willing to tell you anything."


    "Have you ever..." I started "Wondered where she was? Looked for her?"


    "No."


    "Why?"


    "I''ve never been interested in searching for anyone else but you." a ghost of a smile appeared on his


    face "You''re the only thing that''s ever made sense."