Chapter 42: Violet
I stared at the activity that happened between our knees. “Um, you just felt that right?”
“Yeah, and the time you poked my chest.” He stared at my knee and rubbed his chest. “Very interesting.” He said that as if he already had the answer to why this was happening.
“That has never happened to me before.” I said and looked into his golden eyes. They were warm, inviting, and held a hint of satisfaction. The jolt continued to course through my body at his close proximity.
“Good.”
I laughed at him. “Why is that good?”
“That means I’m special, and I wouldn’t want a bunch of other guys making electricity with you.” He said and winked at me.
I rolled my eyes at him. He was definitely full of himself.
“Back to my question.” He smiled at me and waited. I looked at him slightly confused, still distracted by the electricity that coursed through my body. “What did you want to know about me?”
“Oh, um, how long have you been Alpha?” I took a sip of the wine; the velvety liquid went down smoothly. I could taste that this was an expensive bottle. The warmth from the wine started to spread.
“Six years. I took over after my father’s death.” He said as if it was a fact that didn’t really involve him. He took a large gulp of wine.
“I’m sorry about your father.” I took another sip.
“It happened a long time ago.” He shrugged. “Both of my parents were murdered, and we never figured out who did it.”
“Oh my god.” I stared at him, shocked at his words. “Your family was murdered? Really?”
“Yeah, I opened the door to the pack house, and they were lying there, dead, with no one around.” He took another drink.
“Wow. That’s so crazy.” I took a drink. “You’re not alone. My parents were murdered as well. By an egotistical, psychotic dictator. If that makes you feel any better.”
“Wait…your parents were killed too?” He looked at me, he tried to see if I was lying.
“Yeah. I can still hear my mother screaming right before they took her life.”
“That’s fucked up.” He said absentmindedly. “Excuse my language.” He put a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t worry.” I said with a laugh. “I swear like a sailor.”
“Remind me, how did we end up on this depressing topic?”
“I asked you how long you have been the Alpha.”
“Damn, that took a dark turn.”
“It’s your fault!” I said.
“I guess I have to take blame for that.” He laughed while he took another drink, emptied his cup. “Ok, my turn. What is your favorite food?”
“Oh god, you are going to make fun of me. I don’t want to say.”
“Oh, come on, I’ll let you have two questions.” He looked at me and gave me puppy dog eyes.
“Fine. My favorite food is Hawaiian Pizza.” I bit my lip and looked at him.
“Are you serious?” A smile spread across his face. “That is the most hated type of pizza in the world!” He continued to laugh.
“What?” I said with a laugh. “My parents got me into it, and I just had one the other night. It’s so good! Salty mixed with sweet. You can’t beat that!” I said in defense.
Simon stood up and walked over to the wine bottle I left on the table and poured himself a glass. He brought the bottle over and topped mine off. “Ok, I can respect that then. But just know that it is disgusting.” He placed the bottle on the coffee table and sat next to me, closer than before.
“Have you even tried it?”
“I have not,” he said smugly. “And I never want to.”
“What if I asked you to try it?” I said, batted my eyes at him. What was I doing? I have never flirted with a guy before and now I was flirting with the Alpha of a werewolf pack.
“Well, if you asked me to try it, I might consider it.” He smirked at me.
“So, you can never say never.” I laughed at him.
He took a drink of his mug of wine and smiled at me. It was easy to talk to him. Like I knew him for forever. And it didn’t hurt that he was hot. After being in a prison for a decade I guess I earned this. And a girl could fantasize. “What happened to your eye?” He said and pointed a finger to my right eye that had the bruise from when Eli hit me.
I turned so he couldn’t see it as well. “It’s a long story.”
He sat down with his mug and took my chin in his hand; he turned my face so he could see. “Tell me.”
My face heated up at his touch. I could feel sparks of excitement bounce from his fingers to my chin. “Long story short, where I was before wasn’t the best. We had an overlord take over and he pretty much was trying to force me to marry him to take down other covens. And I couldn’t comply. Rather I wouldn’t comply.”
Simon frowned. “Hmm.”
“Yeah, it’s not that interesting.” I said and shoved a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I wouldn’t say that.” He took another sip from his mug. “If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?” He smiled at me. I could feel myself getting wet. My core tightened. Seriously what was happening to me?
I let out a sigh, I tried to focus my mind on the question. He tried to cover a smile with his mug. “Where don’t I want to go? I have always wanted to travel to England.” I bit my lip and thought. “If I could just travel to Europe and visit every country, I would be happy.”
“Why England?” he asked transfixed on my face.
“I read a lot of books, and the setting was in England.” I leaned back and thought about all of the romance novels I read by Jane Austen.
“What books?”
“You have had three questions in a row!” I complained. I could feel the wine as it pulsed through my body, it heated me up. It felt good.
“Just answer it!” He said and gave me another killer smile that could get me to do anything. Under the scruff on his face, I could see dimples.
“So demanding!” I said in protest. “Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Sense and Sensibility and so many more.” I thought about the romances that happened within those books. Being locked away for so long, that was the only romance I could have had.
“You like the romance stuff, huh?” His golden eyes stared, pleaded for an answer.
“Yeah, you could say that. I was locked away for so long, it was the only romance I could get.” I stared back at him. “It’s not like I expected prince charming to ride up to my front door and rescue me. But it was a nice way to escape for a while.”
“Maybe your prince charming was late?”
I laughed at him and took a sip. “I didn’t need a prince charming to rescue me. I rescued myself, with the help of some friends.”
“Hmm, I’m sure if I showed up you would have let me save you.” He winked at me.
“Maybe.” I laughed again. “Anyway, my turn! What is your favorite movie?”
Before he could answer a loud crash came from the skies as lightning streaked across the sky. Simon jumped and spilled wine on his sweater. “Oh shit.” He said and placed the mug down on the coffee table and stood up.
A red stain marked a large streak across the front of his sweater. “Oh my god. Here give it to me, I’ll let it soak in cold water.” I said, got up and pulled at the hem of his sweater.
He pulled his arms across his body to pull the sweater over his head. He handed me the sweater. I stared at his body; he was left in a tight tank top undershirt that left little to the imagination. My stomach flipped; I could only stare at him.
I shook my head to focus on the task at hand. He smirked at me knowing I stared at his body. “Shut up.” I took his sweater and brought it to the bathroom. I ran cold water into the sink and placed the sweater in there to soak. I came back to see him sitting on the sofa drinking his wine and staring at me.
I took my place next to him and took a sip of my wine. My eyes were drawn to his arms. He had tattoos that weren’t visible with his sweater on. “Explain your tattoos.” I said and grabbed his right arm looked at the scenery with two wolves howling. I could feel electricity shoot up my arm and into my body. It made me feel even warmer, as if touching him was right.
“You already asked your question.” He said smoothly.
“It wasn’t a question.” I said back at him and looked at the details of his tattoo.
“Technicalities,” he said as he laughed slightly. “This one is of my parents. I got it after they died.” His tone became softer.
“What about your left arm?” I said and grabbed his other arm, this move made him twist toward me.
“I’m surprised you don’t know.”