Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha – Chapter 15

You’re F*****g Killing Me

Hycinth

I didn’t understand him. Not one bit.

to see the strength he loved inside of me diminish? How was I supposed to take that, let alone respond to it?

tter. But if he wanted to negotiate, I’d negotiate. I said stiffly, “I want you to let me go.”

toward the stairs.

to follow Leander who’d turned his back on me.

. Eyes closed, he breathed heavily, but I knew he wasn’t asle

So much for negotiating.

care of. Please trust me on this.”

y, drawing the scents through my sensitive nose and sampling them on my tongue-musk, and Hickory with an undertone of sweetness, vanilla. The enticing fragrance lured me forward like a beacon.

d it. The bond loved i

aste him.

k.

ppening.

ted.

beautiful. The large open-floor-plan included not only kitchen space but also a comfortable adjoined seating area, with couches, chairs and a large fireplace. The dark, richly stained mantle was so big it was almost as tall as the ceiling. Matching cabinets were nestled on both sides, recessed i

o the kitchen, my belly growling its need for food when a delicious smell wafted through my nose- apple something, cinnamon, and cloves.

n’t quite catch that sounded like ‘just perfect.’ If the incredible aromatic smell was any indication, her assessment of perfection was right on the money. Gathering it up u

young one.” Her chestnut colored eyes danced with humor and kindness as she placed the hot dessert on a bronze tri

d her.

rom her hands and smoothed a str

tent with her age.

o glance at him. He stood off to the side, his forearm resting on the high, caramel-marbled granite counter top. The

nking glasses she’d pulled out of the cabinet in her arms. She leveled a dirty look in Leander’s direction. “Eh, don’t

to grin.

’t she know that?

er dirty look shot in Leander’s direction.

is smile only

“Do you like pie, dear?”

”

head toward him. “Of course. Why didn’t you say so?”

my dear?”

shrugged. “I’m not pick

m earlier. I’ll heat some up.”

delicious chicken casserole in front of me, refreshing cool lemonade crinkling around the floating ice cube

A low growl