Alpha Blake novel Chapter 9

　　Third Person POV 

　　Knock knock 

　　"Sweetheart let's go.... we have a long way ahead of us. We need to be on our way now." Blake called to Selene as he opened the door to his bedroom, looking as dashing as ever. Wearing his black tailored tuxedo, with a white buttoned-up, and a blue tie loosely left done on his neck.

　　Selene sat at her vanity, combing her hair with her fingers as she tried to finish up her lipstick in a plum red matte finish. She wore a simple black A-line dress, with a round neckline, and a mid-knee slit on the back. She smiled at him, getting up and grabbing her black pumps off the ground.

　　"Sorry, just about finish." She called out to him, with a bright smile. Ever since the day of their conversation about the treaty, she had felt a tremendous weight lifted from her shoulders. 

　　She felt a connection much greater than they had before. He wasn't the big hard ass, temperamental alpha with her as he'd been before. She had managed to break through that barrier, he was calm, loving, dashingly wonderful with her... a real prince charming. 

　　He smiles as she sat to put on her shoes. He knelt before her, grabbing her shoes off her hand and placing them delicately on her feet. The gesture made her feel heated on her face, turning her cheeks a blotchy red. 

　　She couldn't help but run her fingers through his hair. Making him grunt lightly by the sparks her touch made his body radiate.

　　He looked at her, a mischievous grin on his face, his eyes dark and mysterious. 

　　" May I suggest... if you're not willing to explain to the other packs why we were late,..... you simply don't start something we will not be able to finish in under fifteen minutes darling!"

　　She blushed uncontrollably,  a smile on her face she could not control, and the warm feeling inside of her taking over her entire being as she looked into his seductive eyes full of love.... a love she was certain now, it was all for her.

　　"Fine, very well. Let's get going then shall we?" She said cheerfully as she got up off her seat, fixing her dress and extending her hand to take her handbag.

　　She began making her way out of the room, as she felt his hand grasped her arm. He pulled her back, seemingly, pressing her against the wall, his eyes gazed upon her parted lips. He placed one hand on the wall over her head, the other, he used to caress her jawline gently with the back of his fingers.

　　Her whole body shivered at his touch. He leaned forward, as he felt her arms swiftly placed around his waist. A thin smile on his face, as he slowly claimed her lips.

　　She loved how lovable he'd become with her. He not only showed her how important she was to him, but he took every detail into consideration to make her feel she was indeed his queen.

　　He seamlessly went before her, opened the door, and helped her climb into the car. He shut the door after her. Went towards the back, did a once over making sure all necessities and their luggage were placed inside the trunk, and closed it with a big thump, rattling the SUV for a mere second. 

　　He went over his side, opened the door, and slid to his seat. Her gaze abruptly overtaking him. His posture became firm, as he fixed his suit jacket and cleared his throat, signaled the driver and placed his seat belt on.

　　The ride was pleasant for both. For the most part, they exchanged a pleasant conversation. The more she opened up to him, the more she realized she could not have been more wrong about him. The arrogant, misinterpreted bad boy alpha she thought she knew, was a complete gentleman and someone she not only started to love because of the mating bond between them.... but rather because she felt the sincerity in him.

　　His words lingered in her heart..... "I've always loved you." She thought. A bright smile made itself present in her face as they leaned towards each other, she attentively listened to him chat away. 

　　Their hand interlaced, she raised her hand and caressed his jawline with the back of her index. He paused his conversation as she did such gesture. He cupped her hand, their eyes locking towards each other.  

　　"I love you, Mr. Landon!" She whispered. His smile, a genuine one she'd hoped to see every day on him, made itself present. 

　　"I love you, Mrs. Landon!" He whispered. Interlacing his fingers through her hair with one hand, he pulled her close with the other, claiming her lips vigorously.... hungry for her, passionately,  he was falling more in love with her, more each passing day.