Hiding the Alpha's Heir (Desmond and Seraphina) novel Chapter 22

"Huh?" I arched my eyebrow. "For what occasion?" I asked and followed him when he started to try one of the food dishes.

"Do you have any idea what occasion it would be?" Desmond asked.

I took a bite of the buttered shrimp as I thought about what he said. If I would base my experience of being married and being the Luna of his pack for five years, I couldn't remember having a certain occasion that should have happened for the next couple of months.

"I have no..." I paused as my heart leaped out of my ribcage when I caught Desmond staring at me. "What?" I gulped. Why was he looking at me like that?

I held my breath when he settled beside me and whispered, "Everything changed since you left, Seraphina. Halt thinking that the things you knew back then when you were my Luna are still the same as of right now."

I stiffened and suddenly felt embarrassed. I lowered my gaze so I couldn't see him. I held the fork tightly, wanting to leave this place immediately. I wanted to get buried six feet below the grounds all of a sudden.

I knew I wasn't supposed to think about the matters I did when I was Desmond's Luna but he asked me. I had no plans to tell him and just wanted to guess it to myself.

I gasped and straightened my back when I felt his lips at my nape. I turned my head at Desmond who was smiling sheepishly.

"What—" I touched my nape as I felt shivers down my spine.

"Continue tasting," he said and distanced himself from me.

I was rendered speechless while I still felt his kiss on my nape. I looked at the lady who guided us here. She was not looking at me but I was certain that I saw her looking in our direction earlier.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly to calm my nerves. I must not let his sensual actions affect my whole being. Desmond was just a pervert ever since. He had been like this before.

I finished tasting the dishes. I felt like I was already full and didn't want to eat anymore. But while I was tasting them, it reminded me about Sander. He would be thrilled if he got to taste all of these food dishes he hadn't tasted yet.

"What are you smiling about?"

I turned at Desmond who was arching his eyebrow. "Nothing," I stated, shaking my head.

"You smiled like someone is making you happy already."