My Human Mate novel Chapter 26

"I'm sorry, sir. But I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I heard Lenny sternly telling a customer off at the automatic doors that led in and out of the shop. I could only see the Lenny's back and his broad shoulders were blocking my view of who he was talking to. I strained my neck in an awkward position to catch a glance of their person while continuing to fold the stack of clothes on the display table.

"No. I'm here to see Alana." I heard the deep voice reply rather intimidatingly to Lenny. At that moment, I knew it was Michael who should have been waiting in the parking lot for me.

Impatient bugger.

"Look here mate," Lenny started telling him off and I silently laughed. Of all things he had to call him it had to be mate. I could only picture the amused expression that would be on Michael's face as he waited for Lenny to finish his rant.

"Last time you were here you harassed her. There's no way that's going to happen again. So I suggest you leave now before you are forced to leave. Do I need to remind you that you are banned from this shop?" Lenny questioned.

"Oi Lenny?" I yelled, Lenny's head snapped around extremely quickly to see where the vice came from. As soon as he noticed that I was the one to call him, his expression changed from confusion to worry.

"His all good now." His eyes opened in disbelief and his mouth parted slightly from shock. Michael smugly smiled down at him and strolled into the shops and over to where I was standing, his deep brown eyes not leaving me.

"Hello beautiful," he lowly spoke which sent a shiver down my spine and made my cheeks light up a slight pink in colour.

"What happened to wait outside for me?" I questioned in a hushed but hissed voice, getting straight to the point. Even though I was slightly irritated for him just waltzing into the shop and causing a mini scene (which I assumed would happen which is why I told him to wait outside every night), I couldn't help the small smile that played on my lips.

"I couldn't wait, I needed to see you," he huskily spoke and took painfully slow steps toward me. As soon as he was arms distance way, he reached out and grabbed my arms, slightly tugging me into his body and embracing me in a tight hug. My arms raised from my side and wrapped around his torso returning the gesture.

I heard Michael take a deep breath in while his head was nestled in the crook of my neck, and I broke the hug and slowly took a step back and raised my eyebrows. "Why are you smelling me?" I questioned.

I'm not sure if it's the disgust in my voice or the confusion or the innocence of the questioned, but Michael cracked one of his rare breath taking smiles and looked down at me in amusement. Let's face it, I had been moving boxes and walking around all day. I more than likely smelled like crap.

"Because love, I'm a wolf. That's what we do," he replied.

"So does that mean you go around smelling everyone?" I asked, quite frankly disturbed that he went around smelling people for the fun of it.

"No, only the people we care about," he said, his eyes slowly trailing over my body. "And you're smell is calming, and intoxicating." He huskily said.

"And don't forget the fact that I was friends with him ling before I knew you." I added.

"Well his pissing me off. I don't want you talking to him." Michael commanded which I scoffed at him as my genius reply.

"Oh grow up will you," I joked with him while playfully bumping my hip against his. "Just because you're in the picture doesn't mean I have to stop having male friends." I kept the same joking tone, but meant the seriousness behind the words.

"I know your only joking here," he growled lowly, "but to my wolf that sounds like an order and I don't respond well to those." He said slowly walking towards me.

I stiffly nodded my head and gulped, taking a step backwards which only made Michael increase his pace to lessen the distance between the two of us. His eyes were slowly starting to turn red meaning his "wolf" was close to the surface. His eyes bored into mine, and I stared straight back in fascination and slight fear.

Although I'm starting to warm up to Michael, the eyes are still hard to adjust to.

The sound of heavy footsteps snapped me out of the daze and I averted my eyes to where the noise was coming from, while I could feel Michael still pinning me with his gaze. The footsteps were from none other than Lenny, who was quickly stomping his way over to us.