Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha – Chapter 19

LEANDER’S POV

After driving me crazy the night before, running her tiny fingertips all over my body and visually inspecting me, my little mouse had chosen to go the leash route. I expected that was going to be her answer, but had patiently waited for her to decide, enjoying watching her squirm. She hadn’t been happy about it, but she hadn’t fought me this time. Progress.

When I’d emerged from the shower, I found her out like a light. I removed the leash and slid into the bed next to her. She didn’t move the entire night, sleeping soundly, which I was glad for because she had a busy day today.

e’d disappeared again, leaving me to fidget.

been tenuous at best and nonexistent at worst. Not exactly how I planned our little reunion to go.

e years to get over the anger and irritation that had initially overwhelmed

n. When I finally caught her, I would give her as much room and opportunity

would always be successful. She and I would be alone in that little cabin. I wouldn’t have to force her. Quite the opposite. In fact, she would likely try to force me if I denied her. And I had no intention of denying her.

lid plan. It was logical. It was a hell of a lot more favorable for her than my first intentions three years ago. I could do this. I’d approach it the same way I approached all of my work, comp

t I was prepared- calm, cool and collected. Ready to get to work.

us error came in ever thinking I could ever remain distant and unaffected.

naïve and foolish and to ever think I could remain calm, cool and collected.

been the possessiveness and jealousy and rage I felt when any other male touched

ed in pleasure beneath us.

ng with me, hard.

get back to the task at hand.

y faced. They were good Wolves.

nternal musings. Her hair was combed, looking identical to how it had before, and I scented mint toothpaste. She was still wearing my T-shirt and boxer shorts, although she had to hold those up to keep them in place.

ard, she pulled her knees to her chest, covering them with the T-shirt. She studied me but didn’t say a word.

asked, “What is it?”

vered, “Why did you lose control…yesterday?”

snake inside of my chest at just the reminder of her in another male’s arms, particularly an unmated, naked one who didn’t have a blood tie to her. I said flatly, “I didn’t like it. You’re mine.”

t you did.”

t,” I snarled.

st three years like you expected me to be?!”

sing me.”

wasn’t very successful. She snapped, “We’re not discussing you becau

m my past.” I smirked, confident that was the end of the conversation.

e wrong.