KENDRA'S POV
Or maybe just like his innocent demeanor. Checking out his stance, I decide to pat his ego.
"That's better, sweetie. You look like a snack," I compliment him, licking my lower lip, never peeling my eyes from him. I'm pushing my boundaries here, taunting him. He looks confused for a second, probably from the flirtatious words I have said to him. He's an innocent one, I establish.
"Pervert," he spits.
"That's me, sweetie," I say, taking one small suggestive step toward him.
"Can you sense it?" I continue, biting my lower lip provocatively.
He looks mesmerized. His fists fall limply on his sides as he comes forward to meet me.
"Are you my mate?" He asks, shocked.
Oh my goodness, this stupid boy. Seriously, how is he even a warrior? With this pea-sized brain of his, he would mess up anything he would be asked to do. He's a sheer waste of space. Which alpha would send a redundant boy to the frontline? I facepalm in my mind.
"Oh, come on, cutie," I say, throwing my hands in the air.
"Mate?" he asks again.
I'm alarmed at how his brain works. Snapping my left-hand fingers close to his face, I get him out of his trance.
"Are you really a warrior?"
"Yes, I am," he proudly says.
"You shouldn't be."
"Why not? I am quick. I am strong, and I'm alert."
"Yes, you are. You're also a good fighter." I add sarcastically.
"I am," he says, lifting his chin.
He's got no sense of sarcasm, but I like him.
"I still managed to capture you, though," I tell him, raining on his sunshine. His proud look instantly fades.
"I'll fight you till my last breath. Perhaps," he trails off, "I could win," he says. I notice the fear laced in his voice. Letting out a hearty laugh, I compose myself to ask him.
"You? A dimwit. Win?" I mock.
"And I'll take your head to my alpha," he adds.
I loudly chuckle, and this startles him. He stumbles, almost falling on his behind. He's a weak one, and I love his innocent threats. His heartbeat picked up. He doesn't even know how to control that.
"Remind me, who's this mighty alpha you're talking about?" I ask.
"My alpha, Griffin Elvis. May he live long." He says, bowing towards me. Undoubtedly, one couldn't be this stupid. This boy has just taken a deep bow to show respect to his alpha, who is miles away from here.
"You may rise," I tell him, assuming his alpha's position.
He stands up straight and gives me the most exaggerated salute before he realizes I am not his alpha.
"You tricked me."
"You tricked yourself."
"I cannot trick myself. This is your doing."
"I am crafty, and you know it." Clearing my throat, I continue, "You said Griffin is your alpha?"
"May he live... I'm not falling for this again." He said, quickly straightening his back, which had bent towards me to show respect again.
He is a lost cause. I take my bright red lipstick and paint it on my lips. The boy never peels his eyes off me. I slowly smack my lips together, and with my supernatural speed, I rush towards him, giving him a loud smooch on his cheek as I pat his other one.
"Send this kiss to your alpha. Make sure he sees that cheek of yours. Am I clear?"
"Huh, never."
I grab his neck. I barely choke him and force his eyes on me.
"Forgive me. I meant yes." He pleads.
"Uh-huh?"
"I'll kiss him... on his lips if you want."
"And?"
"I'll kiss everyone if you ask me to. I'll hug them too."
"You'll do all that," I say, staring directly into his eyes. I use my wizard side to make him obey, and he goes into a trance for a second. He nods, accepting my command. I let him go, and off he runs, quickly approaching the Demilune Pack territory. I am confident he will carry out my orders.
A devious smile appears on my lips.
"Enjoy my treat, Griffin."