Chapter 9
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Third person narrative
Fiona's heart was beating so fast and loud that she was afraid that Ethan would hear it. She didn't know what he had planned for him to be so close to her, but whatever it was, it was making her feel things she didn't want to.
Ethan leaned in even closer to her, and Fiona closed her eyes waiting for what was to come.
All of a sudden, he let out a snort, and Fiona's eyes shot open. She frowned wondering why he was laughing.
“I already told you countless times. You're not my type and there's nothing about you that's attractive to me, at all. There's no need for you to get all horny and squirmy before I even touch you, because nothing's ever going to happen between you and I, okay?”
After he said that, he moved away from her and gave her one last look before laughing again and walking away from her to go back to his chair.
Fiona stood there, looking at the floor her cheeks bright red. She was both embarrassed and flustered at the same time. She couldn't believe that she was expecting something and she was disappointed in herself.
She was supposed to hate Ethan because since she got to the house, he had given her more than enough reason to but somehow she just couldn't bring herself to.
The sound of cutlery hitting a plate grabbed her attention and she turned around to see Ethan looking at her with an eyebrow raised and a spoon stretched in her direction.
She looked from the spoon to him, to the plate of food that was on the bedside table.
“Is it for me?” Fiona asked, her eyes wide.
“Are you eating it or not?” Ethan asked, annoyed.
She rushed over collected the spoon from him and sat down to eat.
She couldn't believe Ethan was being nice to her, even though it was passive and coupled with a lot of insults. She still felt warm around him, somehow.
Before she could take a bite, her phone rang. She walked around the bed to get it. She looked at the caller ID and it was Olivia. She smiled as she picked it up.
“Hey Olivia,” she greeted.
“Fiona, how're you doing? I was so worried about you when I saw you all injured. Are you okay now?” She rushed out.
“I'm fine now, the meds numbed some of the pain,” Fiona laughed.
“I'm sorry I can't be there. We had to leave for urgent pack business,”
“It's fine, Olivia. You don't have to apologize. It's my fault for putting everyone in an awkward situation,”
“What do you mean? You got injured, you didn't put anyone in any situation, honey. Is Ethan feeding you with that crap? Isn't he taking care of you like his father asked him to? I hope he isn't bullying you!”
“No, Olivia. He's not. He's being civil. I'm fine, so there's nothing to worry about,” Fiona assured her.
Fiona then realized why Ethan was wasting so much time and putting so much effort into taking care of her. She knew he wouldn't have done it willingly as he always made sure to make it clear that he didn't like her.
“If you say so. Pass the phone to Ethan, his father wants to speak to him,”
Fiona handed the phone to Ethan who had been staring at her. He collected it and pressed it to his ear, pursing his lips.
“I hope you're doing everything as I asked you to?” Alpha Aziel asked him.
“Yes, father. I'm taking care of all of her needs so she can recover fast,” Ethan answered like he had prepared his answers in advance.
He continued his conversation with his dad as Fiona watched. She felt disappointed a little, and when she noticed it, she shook it off, telling herself that his actions should be expected from someone like him who just used people for his benefit.
After the call, they hung up and Fiona walked back to where the food was and decided to at least eat to push down her disappointment.
She tried to balance the plate with one hand and eat with the other, but she couldn't because one of her elbows was dislocated. She struggled for a while, but still couldn't find a way to balance both.
“Want me to help?” Ethan asked, a coy smile on his face.
“No, I can do it myself,” Fiona claimed and proceeded to struggle with the plate and cutlery again.
“Give me that,” Ethan said as he snatched the spoon from her and grabbed the plate.
He took one spoon out of the plate and stretched it to her lips. Fiona stared at the spoon and looked back at Ethan, an awkward silence falling between them before she finally opened her mouth and ate it.
“You don't have to do this, you know. I could just lie to your dad that you took care of me,”
“That'd be too much work for your brain and unnecessary work for me. We'd have to get our facts straight, and I don't even know if you're a good liar. We'd surely be found out. I have no intention to add to my father's list of vices under my name,” he grumbled.
Fiona sighed and they continued that way in silence, Ethan feeding her and Fiona awkwardly accepting the food. She sighed, hoping for the moment of silent torture to end quickly.
“Come on, you don't have to act all shy. I'm not your boyfriend,” Ethan teased.
“Of course, you're not. It's awkward because who would be comfortable having a dickhead like you feed them?” Fiona deadpanned.
“Hey, don't insult me. Do you have any idea how many girls would do anything to have me do this to them?” he quizzed while feigning annoyance.
“Well, thank goodness I'm not one of them,” she replied rolling her eyes.
Even though Ethan was disappointed with the fact that she just said what she said, he was also smitten by her girlish actions as his eyes found themselves staring at Fiona's eyes and her soft lips.
Many nasty thoughts of what he could do to her ran through his mind.
Just then, the door to her room burst open, and in came Brittany, catching them right in the act with Ethan's hand and the spoon midway to Fiona's mouth.
“What the hell is going on here?” She screamed, her face red with anger.
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