Alpha Ragnar

Chapter 6

"M-make love?"

My voice is shaky and breathy because honestly I might be about to have a panic attack.

Stormie...

I just want to make love to Stormie.

Is something wrong with me? There's a blond girl in black lingerie begging me to sleep with her

and I...

Don't want to.

Her hands move down my sculpted chest curiously and she eyes my body expectantly.

I can't bring myself to push her away or pull her closer. I'm stuck somewhere in the middle with

a stiff body and unmoving hands.

"Let me show you," She whispers as her hooded eyes droop and she begins to stand on her tip

toes.

Time stands still as she moves herself up to meet my lips.

I'm 6'3. Stormie never could reach my lips unless I leaned down. She was so tiny, but Miranda is

much taller than my... Ex mate.

Her lips meet mine, though at an odd angle due to me still looking straightforward.

Should I...

Turning my head down, I meet her lips and kiss them slowly unintentionally comparing her to

Stormie yet again.

Miranda's lips are thinner, her kisses are almost... Practiced. It's not bad, but I much prefer

Stormie.

After a few seconds she presses herself closer and lifts her legs while jumping a bit. She does

this a few times and I frown against her mouth. Is she humping me?

After doing this once more, she pulls back frustratedly and puts her foot back on the ground.

"You're supposed to lift me up!"

I raise a brow and scoff.

I will do no such thing.

When I tell her such, she gasps offendedly and I have to endure her rant.

"This is what I'm talking about! You won't even give it a try! I've heard about how you were with

the luna. People said you had to be careful turning corners because if the alpha was in a mood,

he'd take her anywhere. Someone even saw you behind the packhouse doing it on the wall!"

This makes my temper flare and I push the woman on my bed roughly.

"She was MY MATE. MY GODDAMN MATE! You have no right to question what I did with

her or try to make me do any of that with you!"

She looks like she wants to dissapear now and do my best to calm my nerves.

"I just want you to give us a fighting chance," she begs.

"How can I prove this to you if you wont-"

"Tell me about yourself," I Interrupt.

I sit in the chair that occupies the corner of the room.

Stormie's reading chair.

"Perhaps that will satisfy the unfeelable bond you keep talking about."

She pouts for a minute, but agrees shortafter.

"I'm Miranda Chenoweth. 26. I like to sing and dance. My favorite color is purple and my

favorite music is pop and R&B."

I try not physically frown as she tells me about her favorite television show, strange stuff or

something like that.

She's so different. Stormie was 25, five years below my senior. She never sang if people were

around and she most certainly did not dance. She did however love combat, reading, movies, and

most importantly: me.

Her favorite color was royal blue and she liked country music. I hated it before I met her, but it

became normal to listen to and comforting after she passed.

"So...maybe we could go out or something," Miranda suggests rubbing her bare arm.

"I guess coming here dressed like this was a mistake and trust me, I'm humiliated, but we should

start slow. How about we make a date? Friday at Pam's pancakes?"

I know that's the popular hangout and date spot, but I've never been. Stormie prefferred waffles

and even though Pam's served them, she held a grudge about it being called a pancake house.

Stormie in turn, always made us her own special waffles.

I would never taste them again.

She had tried to teach me the recipe, but I couldn't be bothered to pay attention. I was too

focused on her.

"How's eight?"

I remember what R said and swallow nervously before nodding.

"Eight," I agree.

She smiles and gives me an awkward wave before leaving and when she's gone I gulp strangely.

Did I just agree to a date?

Please don't hate me Stormie...