Alpha Princess's Possessive Mate

There was a knock on the door, and it snapped me out of the moment. I quickly took my distance from Fang when the sliding door opened. 

"Oh, did the lights go off?" The waitress asked as her hand fiddled on the wall deliberately. She was acting as if she could go around vouching as someone close to Fang, and it did not take me a long time to figure it out. A while back, she had fallen into Fang's arms deliberately and it had not missed my eyes. 

I felt Fang's hold on me loosen when the waitress clicked the switch and turned the lights on. "Who did you ask before entering here?" Fang asked in an icy voice. 

The waitress did a small giggle before deliberately putting up the shy girl act, "I am sorry, I thought you had mentioned you would order soon-"

"Get out," Fang did not bother to listen to her explanation. He was in a far worse mood and looking at the shocked expression of the waitress, I could tell she must have had some kind of physical relationship with Fang. It was a little infuriating for my wolf to look at Fang's previous relations. Fang turned to me a faint smile appeared on his lips, "Don't be so jealous, little one. I had relations with none." 

My eyes went wide, remembering he could still look through my thoughts. "It's just my stupid wolf, why would I even care," I rolled my eyes and huffed before going to sit by the dining table. 

There was silence for a few seconds and I felt Fang's glare burn into my head but I just sat there, eyes fixed on the table and hands folded over my chest. 

After some time, I heard Fang speak to the waitress, "Bring a pint and pasta for my girl here." I snapped to look at Fang, but looking at how the waitress was retreating from him on hearing I was his girl made me want to keep all my hateful words to when Fang and I were alone. The waitress took her leave, shutting the door unusually loud. Fang turned around and flashed his wicked smile to me and it made me huff and go back to my previous angry state. "What's wrong little one, don't like pasta?" 

My jaw clicked at hearing that. It was a dish that my father liked and I loved as a child. It had been a long time though I had tasted it. 

"Can you not make every memory of the past sad?" Fang asked me. It was the most irritating question I had received but when I looked into his eyes, I realised it was out of curiosity instead of his personal vexation towards my sad memories. 

"Why should I smile for something which brings me sadness?" I asked him as I tilted my head to the side. 

Fang smiled at me and for some time, he just stared at my face as if it was the most beautiful face in the room. "You know Selene," Fang called out my name, and it always had me worried when he did that, "Just because the ending was tragic doesn't mean the journey was bad as well. I am sure you have many good memories. Here, give me your hand." Fang stretched his palm ahead and I stared at it. 

"Why do you think I would do that knowing you can go memory fishing inside my head," I pursed my lips at the end as I raised my brows in question. 

He chuckled as he took his hand back to his side, "I knew you would say something like that."

There was a knock on the door and this time it was a male waiter who entered through the sliding door. He held a tray in his hand with a large jug of beer and two glasses for pouring the drink into. I did not dare speak anything and I did not even plan on drinking when I had so much to work on. But I supposed Fang was least bothered as he planned on getting wasted with that amount of drink. The waiter placed the jar on the table and then the glasses. Before I could resist, the waiter had filled both the glasses to brim. 

All this time, I was focused and observing the actions of the waiter while Fang was looking at me, taking in every little expression which changed on my face. 

When I looked at him in concern, his face did not change a bit as he continued to look at me. The way I creased my brows and raised my head once, asking what it was that he was looking at. Fang did not take his eyes away from me rather, he continued to look at me. 

The waiter took his leave when I watched the door close and immediately turned to Fang. "What? I am not going to drink that," I said. 

Fang chuckled a little before saying, "I know, don't worry, little one, I won't let you be drunk today." He picked up the glass placed in front of me first and gulped it down in one go. 

I looked at him with suspicion. This was very much unlike us. Usually, I and Fang bickered and disagreed on every point but now nothing of that sort was taking place in between us. No matter how much thought back, I could not figure out the time when it changed and because of whom it changed, but felt a little weird. Maybe I wasn't in the mood to have a battle of words with this man after so much had happened or Fang acting reasonably... No, that was definitely not the case. 

Fang finished his own glass when there was a knock on the door again and the same waiter brought a plate of pasta before placing it in the centre of the table. 

It was white pasta. My father loved the red pasta well, at least I won't be having some memory flashes while eating it. The waiter helped Fang fill both the glasses again and took his leave. I wonder where that previous waitress had gone. With that, something appeared in my mind, "Fang, you know the Cermesi princess, right?" The way Channing had described their relationship, it was obvious that Fang had some physical relations with her. 

"Hm... That didn't go for a long time. We were both Alpha's at the end of the day," Fang replied before bringing the glass of beer back to his lips. 

I looked at him as I squinted my eyes, "You sound pretty proud of your debauchery."

Fang chuckled into his glass as bubbles formed with the huff of air he let out. He kept the glass of half-finished beer back on the table before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. How can a person be this shameless? It was rarely heard of in werewolves of debauchery before meeting their mate. Here Fang had probably explored half of Adalolpha in his short span of adulthood. 

"You sound jealous, little one," Fang returned my words to me and I could not help but roll my eyes. 

"Why would I care? It is not like I am going to marry you," I passed him an innocent smile and Fang's laughter died almost instantly. He stared at me with an icy glare and I couldn't help but smile more, knowing it affected him. 

Fang did not say anything immediately, but picked up his glass of beer to finish it. Once he was done, he slammed it on the table and cracks spread from the base of the glass to the top before it shattered in his hand. There was blood all over Fang's palm and I looked at him with concern. Before I could say anything, he leaned forward and grunted, "You are mine, Selene, to the end of this life."

I gulped, looking at him with knitted brows. My eyes moved between his flaring eyes and bleeding hand.

Somewhere there was a pang of pain that crossed my heart and my hand started burning as if I was one who was hurt. I rubbed my fingers over my palm and it was like the heat radiated into slow pain, which increased in the middle of my palm. The weather was cold, but I was sweating with the uncalled pain which continued to increase. 

What was it about? It was getting unbearable with time. I had a sudden feeling in my mind and I forced Fang's palm open. 

There was a shard of glass that had pierced his hand right in the middle. I pulled it out immediately and checked his hand for any other wound. The pain of the glass leaving his skin also radiated through my hand. "Don't hurt yourself," I said unconsciously as I looked at him and his expressions relaxed. 

"Why? I thought you did not care about me," Fang asked in a hushed tone. 

The atmosphere was changing again and the topic had shifted so rapidly it made me feel uncomfortable. "I wasn't asking it for you," I said as I let go of his hand, "It hurts me as well." That was the soulmate bond and the result of Fang marking me. 

"How selfish," Fang said before picking up the kerchief on the table to wipe his hands clean. 

I was being selfish and times were such. I could not actually involve myself in stuff that can be burdensome for me in the future. I decided to take the topic back to where it was before, where it was better than changing the atmosphere between me and Fang, "So who is the Cermesi clan princess?"

Fang looked at me coldly before pouring himself another glass of beer. he sipped it in one go before answering, "You already know her, didn't you see her in the court book?"