I ended up working with the pack until the sunset. After I got the hang of the rope cutting, the elder left me to my device and joined the others.
But I made many friends that day. Although the majority of them were children and females. The males in the pack all made it seem as if they are gods who are not to mingle with their creatures.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at that thought. Who would have believed a warrior Alpha like I am being looked down on, by rogues?
The irony of that.
I shook my head at the thoughts. It's just one funny thing.
"Hi," the female I saw speaking with the rogue came close to where I was. I've completed the work assigned to me and had it all packed in a place.
I look up with a frown, "what do you want?" I ask in a not so friendly manner. Seeing her, I felt this urge to rip her hair off her head. I felt murderous towards a female, for the first time in my life.
I've had fights with males, and have defeated my fair share of them, but I've not had any reason to, with a female.
"The Alpha didn't come for—".
"You can go ask him why. I don't think I know him more than you do." I stood from the floor and dusted my butt.
"You seem to be getting something wrong. We—"
"Are you through with your talk already? I need to return to the house. I have more pressing things to do."
"Of course, you do." She smiled a bit before she walked back to the pack.
Watching them, I tried to see what's so different in the way they interact, and the way we do, but I see nothing different.
They behave just like my pack. But the only difference between them and my pack is, that they have someone like the rogue, while my pack has me.
*
*
"Something smells nice." The Rogue said with a smile.
"Where have you been?" I turned to face him. Placing my hands on my waist as I did so.
"Oh, I got a fiery wife, didn't I?" He mocks gasped.
"Stop playing, and answer my question!" I angrily glared at him.
" I went for work outside the pack. I need to get things done."
" And you didn't see it fit to tell me of that?" I raised a perfect — of course, it should be perfect — brow at him.
"Says the male who ran into the room this morning."
"Oh," I look down in embarrassment as I recalled what happened in the morning. "You should have tried to tell me."
"I'll keep that in mind." He fully came into the kitchen, "what are you making tonight?"
"Pasta," I shrug.
" Can you make it?"
" Can't you see I'm almost done?" I frown at him, as I skid perfectly through the question.
I don't want him to make fun of me should he find out that,
I've not made pasta before.
Hell, I've not cooked since I was born. Last night and tonight are my first attempt at making a meal.
And I cooked it with the old recipe book I found lying on the floor somewhere.
" I can see that. Don't add too much salt and spice to it like last night."
"Roger that boss!" I mocked.
"I need to go and take my bath." He said before living.
Goddess!
I tug my hair in frustration.
Must you mention a bath while talking to me? Currently, my mind has gone to another world altogether.
The image of last night flashed through me, and I had to resist the urge to groan.
No.
This isn't normal at all.
Why am I fantasizing about him? Why can't I seem to take him off my mind?
I frantically shook my head, to get it to snap out of whatever land it went into. I just can't allow it to take a root on unfamiliar ground.
*
*
"Food is ready." I place the food on the table and made it to sit.
"Come here." He gestured to me, and I did as he asked.
"What's it?" I frown at him.
"Come sit on my lap, I've missed having you there."
"In your dreams." I roll my eyes at him, "I thought we've gotten past this stage."
" Not at all. There's no way we would have gotten past this stage in a short time."
" But I'm not sitting on your laps." I frown at him. Folding my arms, I gave him a dark look.
" Oh, you are." He said in a confident tone.
"Are you going to force me to sit down? You can't try it."
"I'm not going to force you. You're going to sit on my lap, of your own will. No one will force you to do it."
I laugh at his words," I won't do that. Enough of this play already. The food will get cold should we keep this up." I turn to walk back to my chair.
" It has been long since my palm had contact with your juicy flesh." He said it conversationally," I might not know the language of the palm, but I can tell it's eager to touch you."
" And you think I'll allow you to do that?" I scoff at him.
" You and I know I'm far stronger than you are. Not only that, but you can't outrun me should it call for a race. I can get you spread on this table, and ready to take my palm—"
" Can you stop saying those words? It gives me the creeps."
But that's far from the truth. And I think he knows that if the smile on his face is any indication.
My body is on fire right now. The words he spoke made me feel goose bumpy, but in a good way.
I felt myself getting excited at the thought of being punished by him. The thoughts of getting spanked by him left me excited.