Chapter 44: Chapter 44

"Yay bacon!" I scream as I sit down on around the counter.

Isaac turns around and stares at me with an amused look on his face, and much to my dismay he is not the way he usually is in the kitchen. Shirtless. He has a green shirt and jeans with an apron written ‘Kiss the cook’ in cursive writing that makes him look a hundred percent ready to eat. I grab a strip of bacon and shove it in my mouth and stare at him with a large smile.

"You're awfully happy." He says and turns back to his cooking. "And please don't finish the bacon, your brother is coming and he also has a thing for eating like you." he adds on and shivers.

It has been almost a week ever since I got kidnapped and killed Wyatt well Zaira killed him but I finished him off, it bothered me for the first few days but I am now over it and Isaac told me the story behind Wyatt and his bad and evil history with this pack. Isaac told me that Wyatt's body had been well taken care of and the story of how he killed his and Black's parents, Isaac's parents and also Zaira's mum which is really crazy and sadistic. I also had to make Isaac confirm that there are no other family members lurking in the shadows, I even took it ahead and asked for the family tree.

I also found out that Zaira's mother was also a white wolf, Narai who did not have a mate and Zaira does not know who her father is which made me feel sad and see her differently someway. She is really strong to make it this far without her parents and also a mate, I hope she finds him soon. She is outspoken and very out of this world but that does not mean that she does not have pain behind her smile.

"It is not your bacon, Aleisa. We've talked about this." Says Isaac in a disbelieving voice and turns around to face me with a scrutinizing gaze. "And you know your brother has made it his mission to be your personal bodyguard." He adds on with a disagreeing look on his face.

Dylan has been more of a pain ever since the "family reunion" and I have to remind myself to stop calling it at that because Isaac said he had never thought of Wyatt to be family ever since he hurt him and the pack. What was I talking about? Oh yes...Dylan. He has somehow made it his sore purpose to constantly watch me and "protect me". I don't know why he wants to "protect" me when I bitch ass kicked Wyatt's sadistic ass. Dylan has been on constant watch that Black and Zaira have been told to rest and recover from the events of last week and so I am stuck with Mr. Grouch who acts as though he does not have a pack to run.

I am more than glad that the lashes on my back have healed but it will still take a while before the marks and reminders of that harsh beating disappear. I still look at my back, wrists and ankles before taking a shower and I know that despite the scars healing, I will not be able to forget that horrible experience.

"What about Zaira and Black?" I whine with a pouty face. "And I have said it before and I will say it now, MY BACON." I add with narrowed eyes.

"Zaira and Black are actually going to be here today and I am not going to have the bacon talk with you again." He replies and shakes his head.

Zaira and Black. Wow it kind of sounds like one of those superhero teams. Batman and Robin. Zaira and Black. Yep, very right it definitely sounds like a superhero duo. Thank god I am going to actually have real company; one can only survive a week with a stupid brother.

"Hey asshole!" I hear Dylan's voice as he makes his way into the kitchen. I groan and hit my head on the counter. "Asshole's mate." He acknowledges Isaac's presence before sitting down next to me and grabbing a strip of bacon that makes me glare at him.

Dylan and Isaac still have some hostility and tension between the two of them which is horrible when they are glaring at each other and they are in the same room. Caleb left and went to stay over at Nina's immediately when he found out that there were going to be two alphas in the same house and said he was going to come back when one of them kills the other. I still can't believe that he left me alone with two hostile alphas and is probably having all the brownies he could wish fall, motherfxcking traitor.

"Don't call me an asshole, asshole." I reply and glare at him." And don't touch my bacon." I pull the plate of bacon away from him.

I do not know why he says I eat like a pig when he eats like a motherfxcking swine. Isaac and I had to go grocery shopping twice this week because Dylan literally has something in his mouth every moment when he is "sister sitting".

"It's not yours, Aleisa." He replies, dragging my name for emphasis. He pushes his body towards me and grabs the plate of bacon from my hands. "Your very wonderful mate is the one who prepared it not you." he says sarcastically and wags a strip of bacon in my face before shoving it in his mouth and chewing like a damn bulldozer.

I stand up from my sit and stomp my foot on the floor before placing my hands on my hips and glaring at him. "You said it for yourself, my wonderful mate not yours." I counter with a pout on my lips.

Dylan opens his mouth to reply. "Kids kids kids, there is enough bacon to go round." Cuts in Isaac in a motherly tone. "But not enough for fxcking bulldozers." He mutters under his breath.

Dylan and I glare at him making him hold up his hands in surrender. I settle back down in my seat and grab the pancakes that are now decorating my plate with a river of maple syrup. Ladies and gentlemen, a man who can cook is a man you should keep forever, possibly lock him up and never let him go especially if he is hot. Damn!!

"Wait you mean Lisa, the bitch whose ass I kicked that she decided to disappear to med school." Zaira's voice rings from the living room making me jump up in my seat.

What the hell is the doorbell for when nobody even bothers to use it? All of them just enter and don't bother to knock or use the freaking doorbell; it honestly won't be my fault if I don't suspect anything if a thief enters the house during the middle of the night.

Dylan raises his head and immediately his whole posture is awake and alert and his eyes immediately avert to the kitchen entrance making me wonder what is up with him now until he stands up and trails back to the living room like a dog that is after a very wonderful meal

OH!!!

I have to see this and if my calculations and speculations are true I am going to run and move to Nebraska. Isaac turns to me with a grin and fist bumps the air. "He is definitely going to be too busy from now on." He says before we both walk to the living room.

I almost run out of the room and consider the trip to Nebraska when my eyes settle on Dylan who is holding on to Zaira while she looks like she is about to die from lack of air. Black is just staring at the scene with his usual blank and bored stare but if you look harder you could see the amused and mischievous glint in his eyes. Black just found a new way to tease Zaira.

"How amusing would it be if one of the best warriors in this pack died of lack of oxygen due to mate?" Black muses as he settles down in one of the seats and smirks.

Wait what. Did Black just compliment Zaira? Zaira's eyes widen and I am sure she also got the compliment part. She breathes in and out when Dylan finally lets go of her and stares at her like a love stricken puppy.

"Black you complimented me." Zaira breathes out before holding her head. "Damn, I'm gon' have to put up a party for this life achievement." She smiles.

"Really and you're sure it's not for your mate." Replies Black with a raised eyebrow.

I can't help it but grin when I notice Dylan glaring at Black, jealous pup. Isaac turns to me with an amused smile and interlocks our fingers and pulls us both to the love seat and places me on his laps.

"What a wonderful day it's going to be, don't you think my darling mate." Isaac whispers in my ear.

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The day was wonderful alright; spending the day with Zaira in a happy and giddy mood with her mate straddling her every chance he got is definitely a wonderful way to spend your day. Black and Isaac also decided to abandon me immediately when the PDA got too much. Again TRAITORS! I am ninety nine point nine percent that Zaira is going to have a mark decorating her body by the rise of sun tomorrow. It was as if they have known each other for so long and were now planning to have kids.

That is how Isaac and I would have been if.... It still hurts to know the way things began between us but at least it does not hurt like before and all those thoughts always get pushed to the back of my mind when I see Isaac next to me and when he looks at me like I am the best thing to ever cross paths with him. Yes, I would have liked it if our relationship began differently but I am still happy with the outcome of everything and I would never change anything. I love him and he loves me too...end of story

I turn off the water and walk out of the bathroom and turn into the closet with my black towel wrapped around my body. I pull on my plaid pajama trouser with a baby blue cotton shirt that has a black cat on it. Let’s just say that I am no longer stuck with black on my body every day but that does not mean that I have become color blind like Lydia. I walk out of the closet when I am and fall down on the bed and start texting Lydia who is in Pennsylvania visiting her grandparents.

Boy am I glad that I do not have to hide anything from her anymore. She literally knows everything that happened a week ago because she is my human best friend and at least now she has grown over her crush on Allan after learning about how mating happens and its traits.

I immediately raise my body when I hear the door creak open and Isaac steps in with a jar of Nutella in his hands. I run to him immediately and grab the jar of Nutella.

"How did you know that the last one was done?" I ask and raise my head to look at him.

"How about a "hey my handsome and hot mate, how was your day?" to begin with?" Isaac mutters sarcastically and pulls me into his chest before placing a gentle kiss on my neck.

"Nah....I only care about this hot piece of Nutella." I reply with a mischievous smile dancing on my lips.

He raises his head and stares at me with a smirk. Oh no, not the smirk. He grabs the jar of Nutella from my hands and throws it somewhere in the room where it lands with a loud crash.

"My Nutella." I whine but he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist.

"I can always get you another one." He says before crashing his lips on mine in a hungry and devouring way and I kiss him back with all of my will and snake my hands around his neck. “But not if it is competition.” He adds after removing his lips from mine.

He places me on the bed and immediately tosses of his shirt and sends it flying. He leans back down to my lips and presses his lips on mine.

What a wonderful way to end your day.

"You can say that again." Isaac says huskily before nipping down on my skin.