Defying the Rogue Alpha
Chapter 185: Irritation

Chapter 185: Irritation

"I...I’m so sorry," she stammered. "I thought you were out with Miss Nelly. I assumed someone broke in. Oh my God! I am so sorry." Her words tumbled over each other, clumsy and too fast.

"Still not an answer to my question," Kade said, narrowing his eyes, lips twitching with both irritation and... entertainment.

She blinked rapidly. "What was the question again?"

"I said," he repeated slowly, dragging out every syllable, "what. Was. That?"

"Oh. Right," she breathed. "I was trying to defend myself."

"By... announcing your presence?" he raised a brow, finally letting go of her wrist. She stumbled forward half a step and quickly spun around, face flushed either from embarrassment or proximity. "That’s your idea of a sneak attack? You screamed like a dying goose. Pathetic."

He turned his back on her and strolled to the sink, switching off the faucet with a deliberately dramatic twist, then reached for the whiskey glass with the calm of a man who should be annoyed but was mostly amused.

Behind him, May huffed, crossing her arms. "I’m sorry I’m not Mr. Big and Strong," she snapped. Her words were dripping with sarcasm.

"Someone sneaks into the house, doesn’t know where you are, and you scream at him like a dying cat?" Kade asked, arms folded over his very bare chest as he leaned against the counter.

May narrowed her eyes at him, completely unbothered by the visual display of muscles and sarcasm. "I don’t know if you’ve heard this before," she said sweetly, stepping forward and plucking the glass from his hand, "but you are quite rude."

"Oh no! Not the rude label!" Kade threw his hands up theatrically as she marched to the sink. "Whatever shall I do with myself? I give a shit!" he declared in mock horror.

May turned the tap on and rinsed the glass with meticulous spite. She handed it back.

"Good night," she said crisply, already halfway to the door. "And try not to rob the house on your way out."

Kade watched her storm off. He shook his head slowly, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.

*****

"Babe?" Lucas’s voice was unusually soft.

Ava didn’t respond. She wrapped herself tighter in the sheets, her back a wall of ice.

"Come on, babe," he tried again, cautiously sitting on the edge of the bed. "Can we drop this? I hate it when you’re mad at me."

Still no answer.

Lucas rubbed his hands together. "Okay. Okay. You know what? I’m wrong, you’re right. There. I said it. You were right to be mad. About... everything." He hesitated. "Even the stuff I don’t understand yet."

He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "You’re brilliant and wise and emotionally evolved, and I..."

"Ava!" he exploded finally, hands thrown in the air. "Will you fucking talk to me?!"

She moved at last, but not the way he hoped. She flipped to face him with a look so flat, so unimpressed, it could have collapsed a star. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "Submit me?"

"I swear to you, Ava. I didn’t do it," Lucas said sincerely. This wasn’t Alpha Lucas speaking; this was her Lucas, stripped of power and pride. "We had a chat. He asked me for a favour, I told him exactly how badly I wanted to rip him limb from limb, and I told him how you... how you wanted to show him mercy. He said he understood."

Ava didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes were trained on him with a mixture of suspicion and worry. That dangerous combination of logic and love that made her question everything and yet want to believe every word he said. Her fingers twisted the edge of the bedsheet absently.

"Swear to me, Lucas," she finally said, eyes locking onto his with the full weight of her challenge. She wanted truth.

Lucas reached out and gently placed a hand on her belly. "I swear," he said quietly, "on our child." His hand spread slightly, as though trying to shield both mother and child from the world.

The lump in her throat melted with his words. She let out a quiet breath and brought her hand to rest atop his, her fingers tracing up the veins of his arm. "I’m so sorry I was mad at you," she whispered, eyes filling with guilt and warmth. "It’s just... Herod didn’t seem like a man who would take the easy way out."

Lucas smirked, lifting an eyebrow. "Love makes you do things you wouldn’t usually do," he said, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. "Like apologising to your wife after she tries to fry your face off."

Ava laughed, smacking his chest with mock indignation. "I said I’m sorry, Lucas!"

"Oh, I heard you," he teased, catching her hand and pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I’m just saying, if you weren’t currently growing a tiny human in your body, I’d have bent you over my knee and given you a good, old-fashioned spanking."

Ava’s brows lifted, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "I mean..." she leaned in closer, eyes dancing with playfulness, "I can still take some spanking. I have been a very bad girl."

"Why don’t you come and sit on my dick then?" Lucas said bluntly.

Ava raised an eyebrow, lips parting in mock outrage, though the spark in her eyes betrayed the smirk she fought to suppress.

"You could make it sound a bit nicer," she groaned playfully, crawling forward on the bed on her knees. Her body moved with a feline grace, deliberate and teasing, yet behind her banter, her heart thudded with an odd combination of excitement and love. No matter how mad she’d been, no matter how irrational the fight had felt in hindsight, Lucas was her anchor; the man she trusted to ground her even in storms she stirred herself.

Lucas chuckled, eyes never leaving her. He looked like sin itself. "Nice to a bad girl? Am I punishing you or am I rewarding you?" he asked as his hands moved to undo his pants.

(Seriously, I need me some Lucas right about now!")

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