Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Mind In Gutter

Eira’s POV

"Maybe, by the dawn," I replied. This festival was the celebration of overnight, that I knew, though I had never attended one in my life.

So, this was the first time I was kind of celebrating it with someone. Though not some fancy party filled with many werewolf couples, having him alone by my side was the huge celebratory thing for me.

Maybe next year, with him, I’ll be able to attend an official festival. It would be my first time attending a real festival, and if we waited till then, maybe the first mating as well.

"I am staying with you until they return," he told me as he looked at the clock, which showed the day had just changed. "You should not stay alone at home on this night. Have they always left you alone on the Moon Festival?"

"They asked me if I wanted to go, but I said no," I replied, not willing to tell him it was the first time ever they asked me if I wanted to go, while before, I was always alone.

"Were you waiting for me?" he asked. "The reason you didn’t go?"

"You promised you would return for the Moon Festival, but I thought you couldn’t make it. So, I didn’t want to go anywhere either," I replied.

"You did well," he said, removing his shoes and getting on the bed. "Or I would have kidnapped you from whatever party they had taken you to."

I smiled lightly and found him settling next to me in the bed, our backs resting against the cushioned headboard.

Is he going to stay here for real? That means the entire night with me? I swallowed hard, wondering if we were going to do something again.

He turned to look at me. "What are you thinking again?"

I turned my face the other way and shook my head. "Nothing." I didn’t want him to see me in case my face was blushing.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked back at him, deciding not to show my thoughts on my face, and...

"Ahh... that hurts..." My voice was pained as I rubbed my forehead.

He had finger-flicked my forehead, that too without an ounce of gentleness.

"That’s for your mind to get out of whatever gutter it’s swimming in," he said.

Damn. He caught on to my thoughts. He must be thinking this girl looks simple and innocent, but her mind is always in the gutter.

"I didn’t think anything," I lied.

He let out a light chuckle and held my chin to make me look at him. "Let me see."

I removed my hand, and he blew on my forehead gently to make it feel better. Once done, he said, "Don’t worry, once you are of age, both of us will jump in that same gutter, and trust me, I won’t let you out of it ever."

I felt surprised that a word like gutter could be used in flirting and romance this way. That’s hilarious. But whatever gutter he was mentioning, I would happily jump in it if it was with him.

As if he remembered something, he asked me, "Do you have any cream to apply on bruises?"

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