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I laughed and shrugged. “I wasn’t expecting Scandinavian rugs and candles, I guess.”
“The house was decorated by Jeremy’s mom, and we haven’t really changed anything since he took over as alpha,” Neil answered, chuckling. “She had good taste. What can I say?”
He led me to the kitchen and started unpacking sometubs from the fridge.
"I prepared a few things ahead of time last night, but the rest shouldn't take too long," he said. "Sit and keep me company while I cook."
I sat on a barstool, watching Neil pull out a large pot and start boiling water for pasta. He was quick and efficient, chopping vegetables and grating cheese with practiced ease. It was kind of impressive, actually. I'd never met a man who was so skilled in the kitchen.
I cleared my throat, feeling awkward. "So... how’s pack business going?"
Neil glanced at me before turning back to the stove. "It's going alright. We're trying to expand our territory to the north, but it's been a bit of a struggle. Other packs already have claims on the land we want, and we're trying to negotiate a deal that will benefit everyone. It's a delicate balance."
"I see," I said, fidgeting with my hands. "Do you think you'll be able to work it out?"
Neil shrugged. "It's hard to say. We're making progress, but it's slow going. We'll just have to see how things develop." He paused, looking over at me. "But enough about pack business. Let's talk about us."
I tensed up, knowing where this conversation was going. "Neil, I really don't think we would work out. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression earlier, but I'm just not interested in pursuing anything with you."
Neil sighed, stirring the pasta. "I know you think that, Ella. But I know I can make you happy if you just give me a chance."
I shook my head. "I can't, Neil. I'm sorry. I just don't feelthat way about you."
He turned off the stove abruptly. "Let's eat," he said. His voice was clipped and a little strained. I nodded and grabbed the plates, following him into the ornate dining room.
"Wine?" He held up a bottle and frowned when I shook my head.
"I don't drink," I explained. "But I don't mind if you do."
"Of course, you don't mind if I drink. Why would you?" Neil smirked. "And I'm sure your own tastes could change with time and influence."
“What did you end up making for us?" I asked, eager to change the subject. "It looks delicious."
Neil didn't answer. He took a long drink from his wineglass, studying me carefully.
"What are you looking forward to most, Ella? A mate who will give in to anything you say? Maybe he'll let you wear the pants and make all the decisions?"
I sighed. "No."
"Hmmm. I didn't think so." He served us both from the salad bowl and then piled some pasta on, too.
I took a bite, and my eyes widened. It was really good. Great, even.
"I think you missed your calling by becoming beta. You should have been a chef."
Neil chuckled. "Maybe in another life."
We ate in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from the clinking of our silverware against the plates. I couldn't help but feel like I was walking on eggshells around him. He seemed so unpredictable, like he could snap at any moment.
"So, how's the bakery doing?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence, and catching me off guard. "You and Heather are joint owners, correct?"
"We are. And it's doing well," I said. "We're getting more and more customers every week, and I'm even thinking about expanding the menu."
Neil nodded. "That's great to hear. I'm glad you're finding success in something you're passionate about."
I smiled, feeling a little more relaxed. "Thanks. It's been a lot of hard work, but it's worth it."
We finished our meal without any more awkward moments, and I helped Neil clean up the dishes. As we were putting away the leftover food, Neil turned to me, his expression serious.
