REJECT HIM

Chapter 5

Alessia's pov

“Get your thunder thighs moving already.’’ Thompson hushed, irritated by my stillness.

“What have you done!’’ I cussed at him. The thoughts of facing the Lycan king again lunged my heart, especially at the sudden occurrence. I was not prepared for this.

“You really believe I'll let this opportunity of getting in touch with the Lycan king slide off just because you feel uncomfortable with it?’’ The deep pang of disbelief in his voice made me realise how foolish it was of me to actually think he'd decline the Lycan king's request for me.

It hurts. It hurts that he didn't care about my opinions at all. But that wasn't just the case right now.

“Then you should have taken Annalise with you instead. Or my opinion still doesn't matter even if its also what she wants?’’ I yelled, mist prickling my eyes.

Thompson strided stiffly to stand before me, peering into my eyes with such cold gaze that left me unsurprised at the coldness of his voice following.

“This is beyond just any of us. This is about what the Lycan king demands.’’ He spelt out. “Now quit the pettifog and get dressed immediately. We can't make lateness our first impression.’’

With a light snort, Thompson stormed out angrily. I drop on the bed, fatigue draining my whole as my mind reeled on what look to put up in the presence of the Lycan king. Do I just act like I've never met him? Unlike when he invited us over to his table at the event, this was a private home dinner….

I was knocked off my thoughts by the sound at the door. A lady dressed in uniforms ù9stepped in with a regarding bow.

“I'm here to help you dress, my lady.’’

I marvelled at the sight of my own image in the mirror. The purple cotton dress clung effortlessly to my body, accentuating my heavily fleshy features.

Melanie finished with tying the back straps and heat tushed to my cheeks as I stood to take in the fitness of the dress.

“I can't wear this.’’

Melanie's smiles faded immediately to a baffled look as she searched for the wrong in the dress that only me seemed to see. My cleavages popped up unhindered, thanks to the single arm thin strap. My other shoulder was left bare. The whole of my back was literally exposed through the knotted straps, and a long slit to my mid-thigh.

On a normal day, I wouldn't feel this exposed. But having to be in the presence of the Lycan kind dressed like this was on another level.

“The dress is a perfect ten, my lady.’’ Melanie voiced the obvious thought in her mind after an unsuccessful attempt yo reason with me.

“Isn't there something else I can wear? Something probably less exposing?’’ I asked, hiding my embarrassment at the fact that the dress just felt too exposing for me.

Melanie overcame her surprised and tried to speak, but we were interrupted as the door swung open to reveal Thompson's blazing gaze.

“What the heck are you still waiting for’’ His eyes scanned me simultaneously, and I hoped he would find the dress unapproving.

But, “Get over here immediately, the Lycan king can't get to the dining room before us.’’ He roared.

Sucking my bottom lip in, I tailed behind Thompson leading the way to the dining area. Opposed to my expectation, it was a rather small table for about six occupants. My heart skipped at the realisation. Did the lycan king do this on purpose to have a closer access to me?

Reject him. The thought snagged my mind. I took it up immediately. That is literally all there is to do. If not for Thompson, then for Adrian. Once the chance presents itself, I won't hesitate to spell out the rejection vows to his face.

With my new found resolution, I confidently took my seat beside Thompson, barely settling down when the announcement rang.

“The Lycan is here.’’

My pulse catapulted. Did i say confidence? I lost it as his sandalwood scent floated into my nostrils. Thompson stuck our arms immediately, putting up a bright smile that I rearly get to see despite sharing roof with him for years.

“Good morning, my king.’’ He bowed.

I was too lost in my growing emotions that it left Thompson with the only option of yanking my arm hard.

‘‘G-Good morning...’’ My voice trailed off. I could feel the Lycan's eyes all over me even without a single glance at him. The heat of his stare left me utterly anxious.

Thompson let out an awkward chuckle. “Please pardon her, my king. She's just a bit flustered since I didn't inform her early enough about our visit.’’ He said, and I wished I could dab a fist to his nose.

“It's okay. You may have your seats.’’

Merely the sound of the Lycan's voice got my body hairs poking out. I could still vividly recall his sexy whispers to me that night. Was it just my tipsy state or he really sounded so sexy that night?

“Seat!’’ Thompson snapped silently beside me, his eyes gleaming with annoyance and disappointment at my total disorder. This was it, I'll be getting an earful from him afterwards.

Breakfast was quiet, and I appreciated it. But I chocked on my steak when my eyes caught the Lycan's gaze as I tried reaching for my water. I could swear that he stood immediately to pour out some water for me, but Thompson was faster. Playing a gentleman to get the Lycan's favour!

“Are you okay?’’ This was the Lycan asking. It took my life to ignore his gaze at this point.

“I'm fine.’’ I made my response short as possible. Focusing back on my steak, too quickly to be called natural.

“I'm sorry if my invitation has cost you both any inconveniences.’’ The Lycan started.

“Not at all, we're fine with it.’’ Thompson responded immediately, his smiles evident from his tone.

“It doesn't seem like your wife is.’’ The Lycan said.

My eyes subconsciously snagged his in surprise, only to meet his unwavering gaze boring holes into my skin. I couldn't keep up with it.

For how long would I have to deal with this?

“Alessia?’’ Thompson's voice had this sternness etched in it that expressed his utter displeasure in my conduct.

“Please ignore me, my King.’’ I quickly said, clutching my fork, as if to transfer my uneasiness into it.

“It's Cyril. Call me Cyril.’’ He directed at me.