Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 79: Stalling.

Chapter 79: Stalling.

"I think I’ve lost my appetite." She said after a while, dropping her fork.

"Why?" He asked, wiping his lips with a napkin, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I don’t know. I just don’t feel like eating anymore." She said, shrugging, her eyes on the table.

Theo sighed, dropping his fork lightly. "Is it because of me?"

"Huh?" She asked, looking up to his face.

"You were fine when you came down, but since my mood was bad, yours changed as well." He said, calling her out.

"Well.." She drawled a bit. "It’s a very communicable energy. If you’re sad, I can’t help but be sad as well, and if you’re happy, same thing happens. But apparently, I wasn’t happy enough to make you happy."

"Or I was just too sad that it doused your happiness." He added, reaching across to take her hand. "Baby, mate bond or not, you shouldn’t let such bad energy consume you. Fight it. With all you’ve got. Imagine you were the one in my shoes right now- would you want to see me sad? I’d have to find a way to lift your mood, no matter how hard, because I wouldn’t just do it for you, but for myself as well." Theo explained, rubbing the back of her palm softly.

"And besides, this pasta is incredible, I’ve never tasted anything this good, except Tristan’s cooking. You’re up against him at this moment." He complimented making her blush. "Now what do you say we microwave this masterpiece, and put away our sad feelings, mm?"

She nodded eagerly, a genuine smile on her face.

He was right, she shouldn’t have let it consume her. She should have done what he was doing now.

But the next time she was going to be the one pulling him away from his sour feelings.

He turned in the remnants of their pasta from their plates into the small pot between them. Covering it, he took it to the microwave and setting the timer.

"So," He drawled, his eyes narrowed. "I saw what you did." He said his look accusing.

"Me?" She asked, pointing at herself. "What did I do?"

"Don’t do that, Sweetie. You know what you did."

"I don’t." She denied lifting the glass of orange to her lips, taking a small sip, her eyes darting to to the side.

"What group do you think you sent it to?" He asked, twisting the question, his arms folded across his chest as he leaned into his seat, his accusatory gaze unflinching.

"Sent what?" She asked again, looking at him, trying to keep up her facade, but groaned when she realized that he saw right through it.

"Fine. I sent it to the boys." She admitted.

"Why?" He asked in genuine curiosity. He knew she had a wild side, but definitely didn’t expect that from her.

"Well, I thought it was going to be fun, besides you started it." She accused.

He chuckled, nodding his head. "You got me there. But" He drawled, raising his finger. "You didn’t post it in that group."

"What do you mean? I clearly saw the group." She argued with narrowed eyes.

"Yes, you did. But you mistakenly sent it to another group." Amusement masking his face as he took in her shocked expression.

"Please tell me I didn’t send it to the pack group because I saw it there too." She asked in a low tone, worry in her voice.

"No, you didn’t. You sent it to another group, luckily there are only men in it so you didn’t do much damage." He explained.

She exhaled. "Well, that’s a good thing. You’re lucky. I’d get you next time." She said smiling.

"You already got me. Now they want me to hook you up with them. They are not going to let me live it down, at all. And I’m pretty sure that picture will resurface on my birthday, and every other one I’d have in the future. Pretty sure our kids would see them too." He said scowling, while Beth laughed to her hearts content.

"They can’t be that bad, don’t exaggerate." She tried to pacify.

"Oh they are, or we are rather. It’s a thing we do for fun. The bad part is, they wouldn’t let me breathe until I tell them about you." He responded, with slouched shoulders.

"Then tell them. It’s not like they are in this pack." She reasoned, getting up to go get their meal from the microwave that had pinged a while ago.

"I can’t. Not yet atleast. They might not be in this pack, but most of them are just like us, and probably have friends in our pack as well. Besides, it’s not just you that doesn’t exactly cherish public scrutiny." He said, blowing away the steam emanating from his portion of pasta.

"Oh. I get. Didn’t know you cared about public opinion though. You’re the executioner, there are tons of opinions about you." She pointed, placing the pot on the stove before making her way to the table, taking her seat.

"Mmm" Theo moaned, taking a lung full of the pasta’s aroma. "This smells so good." He said, digging in.

Beth just gave him a pointed look, already discerning his actions.

He was enthusiastic about the food, a little too enthusiastic. And it stroke her as strange because he had already perceived and tasted it before, but he was acting like it was the first time, doing abit too much.

"You’re stalling." She quipped, her gaze fixated on him as he munched on the steaming pasta like it wasn’t hot at all.

"Stalling?" He asked, faking oblivion, shoving a forkful into his mouth.

"Yes, Theodore. Stalling." She deadpanned, giving him the ’don’t shit me’ look.

Sighing, he dropped his cutlery, wiping his mouth. "Why do you think I’m stalling?" He asked.

"Because you are."

"How?" He asked again.

"You’re really going to do this." She said, looking at him in mild disbelief. She had caught on that he didn’t want to talk about it, but also knew it wasn’t for any major reasons, so she wasn’t planning on backing down.

Seeing her resilience, he realized gaslighting her wasn’t going to work, so reluctantly he replied.

"Fine. You’re correct."