CHAPTER 61
This was stupid. I grabbed a pair of black tights that had extra lining for cold weather, then my white silk blouse. It was going to be cold they did not even have their pack house finished yet. I dug into the back of my closet and found my oversized thick black sweater and pulled it over my head. I put on a light coat of mascara and lip gloss. Then, I put a dab of perfume on my neck and my wrists. Why I had no idea. I did not even like this man.
Carmel, my wolf whispered, "mate."
"Not a chance," I told her. She was smiling at me, actually smiling.
"No, not my mate." The Goddess would not be so cruel to me.
I looked at the time on my phone. It was five to seven. I ran out of my room and down the stairs. He stood there waiting for me. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a deep red sweater.
"I hope you're hungry." He said, taking my hand.
"Depends on what's for dinner." I replied as he led me to his black pick-up truck. He opened the door and picked me up and put me in the truck.
"I could have gotten in on my own." I said sarcastically.
"Oh, I'm sure, but it gave me a reason to touch you." He said, grinning.
I crossed my arms and looked out the window.
"Can I ask a question?" He asked as he drove.
"Sure." I said without any emotions.
"Did you do any physical training growing up?" He asked.
"What do you mean by physical training?" I asked.
"How do I put this?" He said.
"Do you mean did I learn to fight alongside my brother and the other warriors? Then the answer is yes." I told him.
"Do all the women of your pack?"
"Yes, it is mandatory from the age of 13. Why?" I asked.
"I want to implement it with my pack, but I don't know how the men will take it."
"You have never had women train ever?" I asked.
"Well, no, my father thought their place was in the kitchen or bedroom." He said a little nervous.
"How long have you been, Alpha? I asked.
"Twenty years but only five without my father not breathing down my neck."
"What happened to him?"
"He was killed in the last attack on our pack as were a lot, of others, we went from over four hundred to two hundred and fifty. Our women were slaughtered because they could not fight. We are just werewolves. The last to attack was a pack of Lycans. The same ones who are heading here to wipe out your father, they believe Lycans are superior and werewolves should not exist. My pack is half Lycan and half werewolves."
"So what are you?"
"I'm both. My mother was a Lycan, and my father was a werewolf."
"All the werewolves in your pack hold no higher rank than Omega's?" I asked
"True, but it was not my doing, I'm trying to change things for the better." I did not have a chance to ask him anything else. We pulled up to the gate of his pack. The guard nodded and let us in. Tyson drove up to a tent.
"It is not a fancy kitchen, but we make it due until the pack house is built." I opened the door and got out before he got any ideas.
"I understand, don't worry, I'm not expecting a five-star dinner." I said honestly, trying not to sound rude.
"Well, maybe a three and a half star meal, I'm a pretty good cook. He laughed.
We went inside the tent. The lighting was perfect. There was a table set for two with a bottle of vine chilling. He went to the sink and washed his hands, then started getting stuff from the refrigerator. It looked like he was going to start dropping stuff, so I walked over and started taking things from him.
"Thanks," He said with a smile. I finished putting the stuff on the counter and watched him as he got out cutting boards and knives.
"Pretty fancy for a temporary kitchen. “I said.
"Oh, this will be my kitchen, I don't live in the pack house like you do. I like to have my own private home."
"Interesting, so you don't eat with your pack?"
"Now, that is not what I said. I eat with my pack every night except tonight, of course."
He walked over and uncorked the wine, then left it to breathe. I found that interesting. I made myself comfortable on the bar stool and watched him. I tried hard not to laugh at him cutting up the onions. Once, I almost thought he was going to cut his finger off. He cooked like a bachelor. There was no doubt about it. He put the butter in the pan before he cut the mushrooms, and the tent started to fill with smoke.
"Would you like some help," I finally asked.
It was getting too painful to watch.
"I'm supposed to be making you dinner." He said. Stubborn was a new name for him.
He started to cut the mushrooms, and I could not sit there any longer. I washed my hands and took the knife from him.
"May I?" I asked. He moved from the counter to give me room. First, I cleaned up the mess he made.
Then I got out different knives. I sliced the mushrooms thin, then chopped the onions.
Using a drop of oil and a tablespoon of butter, I sauteed them to perfection and set them aside.
"Nicely done." Tyson said.
"Sorry, I was not trying to show off." I put my head down now embarrassed. He lifted my chin to look at him.
"I think you could show me a few things in the kitchen, I know I cook like a bachelor." He said with a smile.
"I did not mean to offend you." I said quietly.
He laughed a good belly laugh.
"Showing me how to cook mushrooms and onions if far from offending me beautiful. How about we work together to make dinner? I sure could use some lessons on not burning the steaks to a crisp."
"Oh, you have cooked for someone before?" I asked.
"Jealous, are we?" He chuckled.
"Umm, no. Curious." I lied.
"It was for my sister and her mate they had come to visit. My sister saw what a mess I had made and demanded to have dinner with the pack."
"Oh. She must have been upset." I said with a little smile.
"Let's just say the next time they came to visit, she cooked and would not let me near the kitchen." He laughed. I could not help but laugh, too. He went over and poured us each a glass of wine. The rest of the meal we prepared together. I winced as he was slicing carrots. I went over and put my hand on his showing him how to hold the knife as he sliced the carrots into thin slices. I