The Rogue Alpha and the Werewolf King (by Hailey Kristine) novel Chapter 134

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Ziana’s POV

+8 Pants

I have been watching TV and doing Sudoku puzzles for the past 5 hours. They left enough room in the chains so that I could move all around the room. I could even open the main door if I wanted to, but it’s not like anybody would help me.

Kai knocks, then enters with another cart. This one seems to only have food on it. He smiles at me, his dark

pink eyes sparkling. Why is he so happy?

“I brought dinner.” He states as he grabs two tray tables and fold them in front of the big chair. He then walks

back over to the cart and uncovers two plates and brings them over as well as some drinks.

I glance at the plate to see that it’s fish, asparagus, and spiced rice. It smells good, but then again I have

found that since I never had true food with Franklin, that it is pretty hard to not at least like most foods. The

only thing that I have found I can’t stand is beef stew and oatmeal. This would be our only home cooked

meal with Franklin, that and a small loaf of bread. We would be given a cup of oatmeal on all other days.

“You good?” Kai asks and I shake my head from the thoughts. I force a smile on my face and nod, taking a bit

of the flakey fish on the plate in front of me. We eat in a slightly uncomfortable silence.

“What type of food do you like?” He asks, breaking the silence. I look at him, seeing the genuine curiosity on

his face.

“Anything really.” I say and he narrows his eyes.

“There has to be something you don’t like. I don’t like applesauce unless it has large chunks in it. I also don’t like plain raspberries, or white chocolate. I don’t know who came up with that stuff.” He says, blanching at the thought of white chocolate. I chuckle at his antics.

“I. I guess I don’t like beef stew. Plain bread. Or oatmeal.” I say and he chuckles.

“Oatmeal? Really?” He asks, slightly judgemental.

“Hey! I didn’t judge you for non chunky applesauce. What the heck?” I say and toss a water bottle at him. He

catches it then throws it back at me, smiling.

“Want to play a game?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders.

“Why not?” I answer and he smiles. He picks a deck of cards and adjusts the tables.

“Do you know how to play go fish?” He asks and I nod. Cards were the only thing we had growing up to play with so I know quite a few games, we also made a bunch up.

He passes out 7 cards each then puts the pile in the middle.

“Pairs, tripples, or four of a kind?” He asks.

“Four.” I answer and he nods, beginning the game.

“Do you have any 3’s?” He asks

“Go fish.” I answer and he sighs.

“Starting out strong I see.” He says and I smirk. The rest of the game goes by pretty quickly. I won in the end

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and he is now sitting there pouting. I didn’t realize it, but it is really easy to get along with him. It’s more of a relaxing vibe he carries, which surprises me, being that he is of Alpha blood.

“Oh don’t pout. I grew up on playing cards and go fish really isn’t that hard.” I say and he glares at me playfully.

“What’s your favorite color?” He asks.

“Black.” I answer and he tilts his head up, looking down his nose at me..

“Actually that isn’t a color. It is just void of color.” He says hastily and I snort.

“ACTUALLY…. It is.” I say mimicking him, while making my voice nasally. He smirks at me.

“Agree to disagree. What is your next favorite color then?” He asks and I think. Shrugging my shoulder in

response.

“I guess anything very dark.” I say and he laughs.

“Of course it is.” He says and I roll my eyes, nudging him with my shoulder.

“Okay what’s yours then, Judge Jonny?” I ask and he makes a face at the nickname.

“Forest Green.” He answers right away and I shake my head.

“Typical wolf.” I respond as he shoots me a look.

“Favorite number?” He asks.

“Zero” I answer and he just looks at me in disbelief.

“Your favorite color isn’t actually a color and your favorite number isn’t a number.” He states. I scoff, feeling a

bit too judged now.

I mean, we don’t know each other and these are stupid questions. Why is he judging my answers? What

would he think if he truly got to know me? To know what I have done?

I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts. He isn’t being rude, just being himself. I can tell, unfortunately with my training I have learned how to read people. Too well.

“Why zero?” He asks and I sigh as I look at him. No way in hell am I going to give him the honest answer.

“Zero is a number that people think is insignificant. People forget about it. I like to be different.” I say as he

eyes me.

“You feel like the number 0 or you like to remember the ones who aren’t thought of as much. Probably both.”

He says, catching me off guard.

Or it’s the number of people I wished I had killed. Or how many days I wish I’d been alive sometimes. I think

myself.

“Mine is 8.” He says.

“Why?” I ask and he shrugs his shoulders.

“It reminds me to always look at things in a different perspective. 8 can look like an 8, but it can also look like an infinity sign if you look at it differently.” He responds and I whistle.

“Wow. Such a deep conversation. for favorite numbers.” I say, trying to lighten the mood. He smirks at me.

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