Chapter 84 – Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel

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“Thank you, Joaquin.”

“Can I ask for something, Little Bunny?”

“What?”

“Can I give you a New Year’s kiss? I promise it will be a small one.” I almost begged her. She looked down for just a moment before she shifted her head just a little, looking at me through her lashes again.

“Yes.” She nodded as she spoke.

I lowered my head even as she raised up onto her toes. I steadied her with my hands on her hips. Gently, ever so gently, I pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was chaste and quick, but that didn’t stop the desire from sparking in my wolf. He was now howling nearly nonstop inside my head, begging me to claim her. But I couldn’t, not yet, now was not the time. I pulled away reluctantly, keeping to my promise to be on my best behavior.

“Happy New Year.” I told her again, I noticed the darkening in her eyes, the hunger that was growing in her just the same as it was growing in me. If only I could get her to trust me.

“Happy New Year, Joaquin.” She smiled sweetly as she said the words.

We finished watching the fireworks with her in my arms. She never once tried to pull away. When the display was over, I knew better than to push my luck and decided to walk her back to her room. I noticed she wore a contented smile the whole way there, that made both me and my wolf want to growl in satisfaction.

When we were outside her door, I kissed her hand gently but with a definite passion in my eyes. I know she saw that passion, but she also knows I did nothing inappropriate. If I was lucky, We would get over this hurdle soon.

“Good night, Little Bunny.” I smiled at her.

“Good night.” She disappeared into her room, as soon as she was out of sight I put on the biggest, most likely goofiest, grin I had ever worn. I couldn’t have asked for this night to have gone any better. I sauntered back to my room, just barely managing to stop myself from whistling a jaunty tune as I went.

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Riviana

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I was giddy for the next few days. I honestly didn’t think that my New Year’s date with Joaquin would go so well. Maybe it’s true what they say, third time’s the charm. But we didn’t argue, fight, or end on an awkward note at all. And the only kiss I got was a quick, though still not entirely innocent, New Year’s kiss.

All Joaquin did was press his lips to mine gently, and oh so briefly, but I felt like my entire body had caught on fire the moment his hands touched my hips to hold me steady. I let him hold me in his arms that night while we watched the fireworks. It was simple, but deeply romantic.

And I saw the passionate fire in his eyes when he said goodnight. I know exactly what he was trying to tell me. He wanted me. I don’t know if it was just once or forever as he has yet to tell me how he feels about me. Does he still hate me? Does he still reject me? Has he moved beyond that so he can approve of me now? Will he ever love me? These are things I need to know before I can give into the desire that has been building inside of me. That has been building between us.

I know he said he regretted telling me he rejects me and hates me, but he might just regret saying it. He didn’t say anything about it not being true. And if it was, and still is, true, then I don’t know if I could ever bring myself to be with him. It would be next to crazy to have sex with a man who hates you, wouldn’t it?

On Friday night Lila wanted to watch a movie together, as a family. The three of us gathered in the first floor living room with bowls of popcorn and our drinks as we settled in to watch the romcom she had picked out.

“Movies sure have changed a lot over the last seven years, but a romantic comedy will always be just that underneath.” She was smiling happily as she settled herself more comfortably into the sofa. She had her feet tucked up underneath her with a pillow lying on the arm next to her as she rested her head.

I was sitting between Lila and Joaquin, and even though the sofa was very large, I was somehow sitting very close to Joaquin. We had decided on the same kind of popcorn, or make that a lack of decision, we both wanted butter, cheese, and caramel corn. I hadn’t known about Joaquin, but I liked to eat a piece of each all at once, the mix of flavors was scrumptious.

Joaquin ate it the same way, sort of. Where I took one piece of each methodically, he took a handful of everything and popped it all into his mouth at once. Men truly did behave differently than us women. Such animals. I giggled at the thought as I watched him eat his popcorn.

“Is something funny, Little Bunny.” He had been using that name constantly, he rarely ever said my name. But where he used to say the name to sound mocking and annoy me, he now sounded like he was just saying my name but that my name was really Little Bunny. I was growing used to it, but I couldn’t let him know that. I had to argue every now and then, it wouldn’t change anything, anyway.

“Don’t call me Bunny, Fido.” I snapped at him playfully, a joyous smirk on my face.

“You know I hate that name.” He said, but he didn’t look upset at all. It had been a long time since he had actually gotten upset when I called him Fido. We giggled at each other for a minute before he asked his question again. “But seriously Little Bunny, is something funny?”

“I was just thinking about the difference in the way we eat our popcorn. We may eat the same kind, but we are definitely different creatures.” I smiled at him.

“Of course, we are, I’m a man and you’re a sweet little rabbit.”

“You mean I’m a bunny and you’re a dog?” I asked him playfully.

“Woof, woof.” He pretended to bark, and I nearly lost it, I had to fight back my laughter.

“Shhhhh!” Lila vehemently shushed us, and I really did laugh when I saw her face.

Joaquin and I behaved ourselves after that, we watched the movie in silence, except I missed the end of it. I think I was just so tired from my exciting week that I had that I lacked sleep. The next thing I knew I woke up in my bed. I could only guess that Joaquin had carried me there, and the thought made me blush, just thinking about him holding me in his arms.

That got me thinking. This wasn’t the first time that Joaquin had carried me. He carried me back to Riley’s pack house when I was unconscious, and back to our house when I was unconscious. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to my room, and then there was the time I was in the library reading, then I dreamt Joaquin had hugged me before I woke up in my bed. I’m pretty sure he carried me then too.

And, Oh Goddess, when he carried when at Riley’s and here when I was unconscious, he had been in his wolf form just before them. That means he had to change to carry me.

That meant he must have been… he must have been… he must have been naked when he carried me. Oh Goddess, why was it taking me until right now to realize that?

I could feel that my face was bright red, the heat coming off my face could probably rival the sun. I was mortified. I had even looked at him in the forest when he was naked, but I was disoriented from what he had said and my head injury, so I don’t remember a single thing. And here I had told Juniper I never saw Joaquin’s pieces, maybe I did and just don’t remember. I do vaguely remember his chest though, smooth, tan, and muscular. He was like the perfect man, when it came to his body, anyway. I almost became a drooling mess just thinking about it.

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