Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Artemisia
“Hello, Missy.”
Two young Omegas are smiling happily at me as I open the door. They are standing in front of my
quarters with an army of trolleys.
“Oh, hey girls. What are you bringing me?”
They giggle as they answer, speaking in unison once again. “Dinner!”
They push the trolleys through my rooms and out onto the balcony. I actually love this idea as the
temperatures are still warm, and the summer night with its sounds and its atmosphere is quite
romantic.
I watch them arrange everything on a table they set on the terrace, and scoff as they keep me from
helping.
Finishing by putting a small vase with a rose onto the table, they both do a small curtsy before
scurrying outside and closing the door behind them. “We will call for the Gamma right away, Missy.
Enjoy your dinner and have a good night.”
“Okay. Okay. Okay,” I breathe out, passing my hand over my short skirt.
I suddenly feel terribly self-conscious about wearing a flowery dress with long puff sleeves as I start
feeling like I can’t breathe. ying with my ne, I put my hand on my chest, confirming to
myself that because of my low neckline, there is nothing that could be strangling me.
Standing in my living room awkwardly, I can’t seem to do anything with myself as I wait for Matthew
toe up.
I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to himing to my ce but I should have insisted on wanting to
eat at his ce.
It definitely would have been less awkward this way.
With another deep breath, I start swinging my arms back and forth, as if I wanted to keep them from
getting numb.
Just as I think about sitting down because I might copse due to my legs giving out beneath me, I
hear a soft knocking at the door.
“Okay. Okay. Okay,” I repeat, filling my lungs with a deep inhale before I reach the door.
After having exhaled all the air back out to calm my shaking hands, I open the door to a beaming
Matthew.
“Hey, Matt,” I say, maybe a bit too loud.
“Hey, Missy. You look stunning,” hepliments me, making me blush.
I feel like a love-sick teenager as I wipe my sweaty palms against my skirt while he stands there
looking like he is about to record a thirst trap.
His light blue shirt stretches over his muscr chest and the fact that he rolled up his sleeves has
definitely more impact on me than it should have.
The mate bond must be hitting me with all effect as I suddenly desire nothing more than to rip his
shirt off him.
Shaking myself, I free myself from my indecent daydream and hope that he didn’t notice my
embarrassingly awkward drooling.
But he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it as he shes me a smile, and leans in to press a chaste
kiss on my lips.
Stepping aside, I invite him in, and we walk towards the terrace.
I have to think about what a gentleman he is as his brothers would have lifted me as soon as I had
opened the door to start dinner with dessert.
“I hope this is okay for you. I thought it would be nice to dine outside,” he says as he pulls my chair
back to take a seat.
I push the indecent pictures out of my brain and sit down, thanking him with a smile.
Looking up at him, I nod as my eyes follow his movements of him sitting down. “Of course! I thought
it was very romantic, to be honest.”
“I’m d.” He smiles at me, and I clear my throat, concentrating on my napkin which I fold over my
lap.
I must be blushing horribly, and my nervousness just gets worse as he keeps gushing happily over
how d he is about us dining together, and repeats how beautiful I look.
Luckily, as we start lifting the cloches from the tes and bowls, we change the subject
automatically.
Soon enough, we are digging in while chatting leisurely. We don’t even get how the sun sets,
something Matthew is very disappointed about, as he wanted to share the moment with me.
“Sorry, Matty,” I try to cheer him up. “But it surely won’t be thest sunset we can look at together,
and it is much more pleasurable to forget time while talking with the person you like.”
His face falls slightly before he shes me the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen. “You are
right.”
“Is everything okay? Did I say something wrong?” I ask him, feeling my chest squeeze as I notice
his reaction.
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He clears his throat as he takes a sip from his wine ss. “No, no.”
Even if I’m not sure if he is being truthful, I decide not to push him.
We fall silent, and I concentrate back on my te, looking for a subject I could get us on. Matthew
seems to be unable to withstand the awkward silence as he clears his throat again. “My brothers
use that nickname to make fun of me. Because I’m the youngest. So, no one in the pack uses it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Matt. I didn’t know,” I apologise, and sh him a sad smile. Reaching out to him, Iy
my hand on his. “I won’t use it again if you don’t like it.”
He chuckles and turns his hand to link his fingers into mine. The sparks increase at our connection,
and I have to swallow a gasp at the intensity of it.
“Don’t worry. You couldn’t have known.” His eyes are locked on our entangled hands as he
continues to speak to me. “And actually, I liked the way it sounded as you said it.”
My heart skips a beat as he lifts his gaze to me, locking his eyes with mine. I shift in my seat,
clenching my legs together in the hopes of alleviating some of the pressure that grows between my
legs. “You are cute.”
Heughs, lifting my hand to his lips. “Just like you are.”
As he presses a kiss onto my knuckles, my brain goes into a frenzy.
Cassy shifts in the back of my head and my brain gets flooded with delectable pictures of him
grabbing me to lift me onto the table.
By the time my mind ispletely overrun by my horny thoughts, I fear that he must be feeling my
arousal.
Just as if on cue, his eyes darken, its green flecks appearing with a twirl.
Oh, Goddess.
I’m already plotting to see how far he would go without his brothers as I pull myself together before
things escte.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I gather all my courage as it seems the right moment to spill the
beans.
“Could I talk to you about something, Matt?” I ask feebly, making him look at me worried.
“Sure, anytime. What is it?” He asks, and I take a deep breath.
“It’s about my wolf.”