The Alpha's Breeder

"You need to finish the rest of your meal," he stated calmly, jaw slightly gritted in agitation, probably from my bitchy attitude.

My lips pressed into a thin lip and I considered throwing the plate into his handsome face to see what his reaction would be.

It seemed that no matter what I did or how bad my attitude is, he was willing to resolve all of it in a calm matter.

But I'm not going to let him get his way. Because, before long, he's going to have to reconsider calling me his "mate" and making me his Alpha Female.

And I can't help but wonder that if I am really the Breeder then wouldn't I be able to make my own decisions?

Shouldn't I have the right to pick and choose my own life partner without the help of some 'Moon gods'?

I am my own person and I don't belong to anybody other than myself.

Thank you very much.

"N—" I was halfway through saying that word when I was quickly dragged out of my chair.

Before I could even comprehend what was going on, I found myself swiftly deposited onto his lap and securely fastened against him.

His hard chest was pressed tightly to my back while his arms wound around my waist in a loose hold that I knew I wouldn't be able to get out of.

At the sudden turn of events, my lips slightly parted in surprise.

"Let me g—Umph!" I tried to speak when a forkful of medium rare steak was shoved into my partially opened mouth.

In order not to choke, I had to forcefully bite down on the chunk of meat and quickly chewed in hopes of getting my words out.

Each time I tried to talk, he would use that as an opening to shove the chunks of steak into my mouth!

"Our future pups will need nourishment since you are too thin right now," he murmurs against my ear.

Pup?

What pup?

I could feel my ears start to burn in response.

His warm breath tickled my neck, brushing against my sensitive skin ever so lightly.

I tried to shrug to get rid of the strangely erotic sensation, but with how close we were, it was impossible.

"I'm not going to—" He once again feeds me a forkful of food before I could even finish my sentence.

Fine!

I'm going to eat the damned thing and get it over with.

And right after, he's going to feel my wrath!

Almost the whole steak later, he's finally satisfied with the amount of food that I consumed.

My stomach is aching from being filled to the brim, yet I can't do anything about it.

I'm so upset at the moment that steam could literally be coming out of my ears.

Before I could blow up in his face, I grabbed the glass of water and chugged it down.

A rather scathing look had made way onto my face when I turned my head to him and said, "Look here you bastar—"

At that one sudden movement, I somehow lose all coherent thought.

"You were saying?" He playfully remarked.

Even up close he was damned near perfect, I thought.

My cheeks burned hotly while my hands started to sweat like mad.

Even my heart was beating like a drum in my chest in both mortification and sexual awareness of some sorts.

This is the closest I've ever been to a man before.

Everyone would laugh if they knew that someone as old as me is still a virgin.

I was always so adamant about remaining unnoticed that, literally, no one noticed me.

I was socially awkward in high school and my family problems took up a majority of my time.

And due to my freakish natures, I never really had the time to date because I was scared that my secret would be discovered.

Since we were sitting so close, I could smell his warm scent and feel his every inhale and exhale against my face and hair.