The Alpha's Breeder ✔️ COMPLETE

Nineteen : Breakfast

True to his words, Eros finished setting down breakfast right after I got out of the bathroom.

I could see steaming pancakes, eggs, sausages, bacon, muffins, and waffles.

It was almost like an all you can eat buffet. My mouth started to water like I haven't eaten in ages, which was rather alarming since I was pretty much stuffed with food until I felt my stomach grow taut last night.

It was probably because the smell was so delicious that I couldn't help myself.

At least that was what I am going to tell myself.

"I don't know what you like to eat in the morning so I brought a little bit of each," Eros said after he set down another plate of mixed fruits.

"All of it looks good, thank you," I reply, eyes trying to absorb the food into my stomach.

I hated making decisions when it came to all of this delicious food.

What should I put in my mouth first?

I wanted to eat everything but apparently my stomach wouldn't be able to handle all of this, which is such a waste.

At this point, I really don't care about my makeup or my nipples. Nothing is more important than having breakfast.

Eros sat across from me, watching me pour syrup over a plate of steaming pancakes and didn't say a word.

I stuffed the first forkful into my mouth and felt as if I could die from happiness.

Food is definitely a mood saver.

After another mouthful, I noticed that Eros was still staring at me instead of digging in.

I don't think that watching me eat is going to make him full.

Swallowing down what I had in my mouth, I reached for the water pitcher in hopes of not choking from eating too fast.

Eros noticed my reddening face and poured out a cup of water before handing the cup to me.

If I didn't know any better, I would think that I am having a really strange dream. A dream where the strong Alpha of a werewolf pack is serving me breakfast at my beck and call.

I think I slept enough last night.

Why do I feel like I'm hallucinating?

"Aren't you going to eat?" I drop the fork momentarily, glancing at him through my lashes.

His right arm reached across the table towards me and I furrowed my brows in question.

What is he doing?

Eros' long fingers brushed across the corner of my mouth, swiping at what I assumed must have been syrup that got stuck there in my haste to fill my stomach.

"You go ahead, I will get my fill later," he drawls rather mysteriously. And I question what is up with his weird reply when he pops the syrup filled finger into his mouth and languidly licks it.

His reply seemed almost as if it wouldn't be actual food that he would be eating but, rather, someone.

I clear my throat and pick up the fork again, stabbing some scrambled eggs and hastily chew as if I didn't notice how erotic his actions were. That and the fact that I found him somewhat more tempting than this table of breakfast.

Is that normal?

It makes me wonder if Eros was always this sexy and tempting.

Can't he ever be human for once instead of so god-like and hot?