The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 14: Intentions

This is how I imagine Cyrus to look, but with lighter ice blue eyes! ^^

I head over to my training with Morgan after dropping Oliver at school, since it's the beta's day off and he insisted on bringing some baked goods for Xavier. I'm proud of him for being so forward about his interest in the alpha, though it took a lot of encouragement from me.

We find the two alphas we seek out on the field as usual, unfortunately accompanied by their flirty friend.

"Oh, boy. Raf is here," Morgan sighs, running a hand through his long hair that he wears down today. It reminds me of spun silk, pouring down his back as a few small braids with silver beads woven in them accompany the loose strands. He's stunning. Xavier must see it.

"Does he hit on you too?" I ask, remembering the other day when the alpha tried to make a pass at me right in front of Cyrus.

"So you've already been a victim," he muses. "I'm surprised he even tried considering you and Cyrus are--" he stops himself, shooting me an apologetic smile. He knows by now that I'm sensitive to the topic of us being mates.

"Morgan!" Rafael calls out, looking delighted to see us as we approach. I take note that when he registers me his face goes pale for a second and he gulps, looking to Cyrus who gives him a stern glare.

"Hi, Raf," Morgan clutches the basket of food he brought nervously once he sees Xavier.

"Well don't you look gorgeous today," Rafael doesn't even bother to hide his obvious pass toward my friend, opening his arms to draw Morgan in for a hug when a dark brown hand closes around his collar to restrain him.

"Control yourself, for once," Xavier growls, pulling him back from the beta. His orange eyes flash in what I decide has to be protectiveness, and I can barely hide my smile. Maybe Rafael being here isn't so bad after all. It's certainly putting on a show.

Rafael pouts as he's pushed aside for Xavier and Cyrus to greet us. I steal a glance at Cyrus, come to find he's already staring intensely at me and not making any effort to be subtle. I feel my cheeks burn, so I instead turn my attention to Xavier and Morgan's interaction.

"I--I baked these for you. Didn't want you to run out of energy today. I know how hard you've been pushing yourself lately," Morgan looks sweetly up at Xavier, pushing his hair behind his ear. Okay, he's pulling out all the stops. If Xavier doesn't melt for this--

"Thank... you," the alpha says, taking the basket into his hands, sounding unsure of himself. His face is blank, excerpt for a furrowed brow. Oh, come on. Is he always so... un-expessive?

"Ooh nice, can I have some?!" Rafael reaches for the basket, but Xavier harshly swats him away from it.

"They're for me, not you," he clutches the basket to his chest like it's precious treasure. I glance at Morgan, who's looking rather pleased with himself. I'll take this as a success.

*

"Cyrus. I want to practice combat already!" I beg him once we're alone. For a week or so, all we've been doing is basic exercises and my worst enemy, running. It's only gotten a minuscule bit less agonizing.

"You aren't ready," Cyrus shakes his head.

"How do you know that? You haven't even seen what I can do yet!"

He stops, a devilish smirk coming to his face as his eyes lower to look at me. I stand my ground, stubbornly holding his gaze as I cross my arms.

"What?"

"It is just, I have seen what you can do. Do you forget how we met, little wolf?"

I bite my lip, the embarrassment of the memory overcoming me. How easily he had rendered me harmless, un-arming and pinning me down in seconds.