All Chapters of Alpha Divorcee Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian is posed to disrupt anyone that will stop him from getting across his mate. He shoved Murray aside and strode up to Andrea.She saw him approaching him and anyone would think her would react to him, knowing how bad and good their relationship had been since they met. Despite everything between them, Andrea smiled when she saw him. He pulled her close and she rested her head on his shoulder as she had always wanted him back "There's something I didn't tell you last night," he said."Of course." She didn't sound mad. Perhaps amused."Will you come home with me?""Yes," Andrea replied. They didn't stop touching on the way to the car, but this wasn't the uncontrollable sexual need of yesterday. Instead, it felt comfortable. Adrian kept glancing over at her, hard to believe she was so close, that tonight she would be his. "Did I tell you how I was changed?" He asked once they sat in the car and he pulled onto the road."You didn't."

Andrea didn't know what all it meant. She thought for once she was in a mess and will fund herself being sorrowful but the reserve is the case. How on earth did she meet this gem on a guy that made her cum all through the night. And now she feels like his should end. She would ask Adrian if she could have a week with him in his home but that will be subject to Adrian's choice because She will always accept the offer. No matter how many times he wants. The mate thing was taking some getting used to, Andrea thought as she and Adrian stalked through the forest near sunset on the day of the full moon. One minute she'd be concentrating on work or trying to figure out more of the whole werewolf thing, the next she would be panting, draped over Adrian's desk, or his couch, or the back seat of her car, or on the roof of the Berge with him plunging himself into her relentlessly. Part of her hoped it eventually slowed down just a little, but most of her had never been so satisfie

  Who would ever think I could be in a stranger home for much longer like I did. Three days. That's how long I have been staying at Jeff's place. I did nothing but do some of his household chores and sometimes, gardening. He would plead with me not to litter or stress myself but I thought it is not courtesy to be in his home and not help not with and chores. The weeds are slowly eating up the spaces for the flowers. I wonder if he has someone who does this for him. Every part of his mansion shows how busy a businessman he is.  He nearly had time to tend his garden.    Jeff was out of the house for two days. He was not kidding when he said he's not always home. He rarely goes home. The last time I've seen him is two days ago. He bought some groceries before telling me that he's out of the country for a week for a business venture.   And now, I'm bored.

  Jeff took a cart and we started walking inside the huge supermarket. "What's your favorite food?" he asked me while we were walking along the meat section. I can't keep my eyes on one rack because everything seemed so delicious. "Any" I replied but my eyes are fixed on the sirloin in front of me. Jeff stopped and stood beside me. "We'll take four kilos of this," he told the staff in charge as I noticed him pointing at the sirloin in front of me. I blinked and turned to him, confused. "Why are you getting four kilograms?" He shrugged. "When I cooked meat before, I noticed that you liked it. So, I'm buying a lot," he replied. "And besides, I don't go to groceries often. I need to stock up." He sounded so sure of himself so I let him. I nodded and waited with him until the four kilograms of meat were ready. We con

I walked down the stairs and saw Jeff already in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. I looked at the clock and saw that it's only six in the morning. I woke up later than usual today because of the movie marathon last night. I cleared my throat as I approached him, making him turn to me. He smiled. "Oh, you're up," he said before transferring the bacon strips from the pan to the plate. I turned to the table and saw that he already prepared everything. I suddenly feel guilty. He's got a meeting up today and here I am, waking late and couldn't even prepare breakfast for him before he goes to work. Jeff nodded at me. "Come on. Let's eat breakfast," he said as he placed the plate on the table and pulled his chair. I pursed my lips and just followed him. I sat in my place and started eating. "I'm sorry I didn't wake up early," I told him.