Chapter 97. How About Dinner?

They stared at each other for two seconds before Wayne’s deep baritone voice resounded in the dungeon.

“Come here,” he said to her. She felt chills running down her spine and swallowed hard. She glanced at everyone in the room, and they all seemed to be waiting for her to obey her mate’s command. She pressed her lips together and looked back at Wayne, who was leaning in his signature position; he was sitting at an angle, his head tilted to the side with his knuckles supporting his face.

Olive ignored all the eyes in the room staged on her and began to walk toward her mate. When she reached him, he held out his hand. Taking her slender fingers in his, he pulled her gently until she was sitting on his lap.

“Wayne, what is...” She trailed off when she saw his face moving toward hers. Slowly and smoothly, the Big Bad Alpha placed his lips on hers and drew her closer.