The Alpha’s Bride

Chapter 830: A romantic dinner

For her, Damon’s black armored Lexus SUV was filled with many happy memories, like a lovey-dovey capsule.     

Talia enjoyed the way Damon held her hand while driving. His hold was firm yet gentle, and he caressed the back of her palm with his thumb. And then he would pull her hand higher to kiss her knuckles, and his breath fanning her fingers made her all tingly.     

Talia couldn’t stop staring at Damon. He was dressed up as well.     

Damon was extra handsome in a dark blue suit that fit him perfectly. His hair was sleeked back, and his spellbinding visual was enhanced by the shadows that formed under the streetlights flashing as the car moved. The scent of his aftershave mixed with the scent of the forest and the dark chocolate, and Talia sighed dreamily. Was that really her mate? It was surreal.     

Damon’s lips lifted into a smile. He knew she was watching him, and he loved it.     

Damon gave the car keys to the valet, and he made his way to the other side of the car to open the door for Talia.     

“You look beautiful tonight,” Damon murmured as she stepped out of the car.     

His eyes were drawn to his mark on her neck. That right there was proof she was his.     

The blue skater dress fit her perfectly, and her high-heeled shoes made her legs look longer. Talia had light makeup on, and Damon loved that her hair was lifted up to reveal her neck. Zina braided Talia’s hair with thin silver ribbons to make it resemble a crown.     

Damon loved Talia’s outfit, but if it were up to him, he would take her to a nearby hotel and rip that dress into shreds because no dress could match the perfection of her naked body. And she was his.     

Damon couldn’t wait to return home and spoon her naked. He would lift her leg up and slide inside her wet heat from behind… Damon cleared his throat and wiggled his hips to adjust his hard-on.     

Talia shot him a side-glance and giggled. She could feel his lust level rising, and she was happy to know that she had that effect on him.     

Neither of them enjoyed these formal events in public because they couldn’t be naked, and they had to behave, but the thrill of waiting to return to privacy was what made their intimacy more intense.     

Talia and Damon were escorted into a private room with dark wooden walls and red accents.     

Only one table was in the room; it could seat ten people, but it was set up for two. Flowers, candles, and soft music from the speakers in the ceiling made it romantic.     

The server was a female wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt. She had a nametag that said “Camila”.     

Camila’s hair was lifted into the neatest high bun Talia had ever seen. Not a single hair was out of place.     

Camila showed them to their seats, and then she gestured at the door to the right. “That’s your private bathroom. Only people in this room can use it.” She gestured toward the digital display on the table. “You can place your order here or call staff…”     

Talia frowned at the server, who was ogling at Damon. Well, If Camila were a she-wolf, she would feel Talia’s hostility and recognize that mark on Damon’s neck, which was a sign he was taken. Unfortunately, that female was human, and she probably thought that Damon had a cool tattoo.     

Talia gritted her teeth when she realized that Camila was talking only to Damon like Talia was not there.     

Camila ended her talk about the drink menu with, “Let me know if you need something, Mr. Blake.”     

“A male server,” Talia said.     

Camila didn’t expect this. “Excuse me?”     

“You heard me.”     

The female glanced at Damon nervously. To her horror, Damon didn’t spare her a glance.         

“You heard my wife. A male server.” Seeing that she didn’t move, Damon added, “Or you can call your manager. Your choice.”     

Camila took two steps back, and then she scurried out of the private room.     

Damon took Talia’s hand into his and kissed her knuckles. “Don’t allow random nobodies to spoil the mood, kitten. Whatever you want, let me know. I will take care of it.”     

He wanted to go after that female and slap some sense into her. Damon brought Talia here to fix her mood, not to make it worse!     

Damon was relieved to see that their drinks were brought in by a tall slim server with a nametag that said “Adam”.     

Adam asked if they had questions about the menu, and Damon looked at Talia.     

“Everything looks great,” Talia said.     

Talia was in the mood to try something new, so she asked, “What do you recommend?”     

Adam bobbed his head. Patrons of the Medallion were all with deep pockets. Since he started working, Adam learned that when patrons ask for recommendations, that was his chance to earn extra tips.     

He started talking about steaks and some exotic meals Talia had never heard of, but she picked up his excitement when he spoke about the house special that came with a chef cooking in front of customers. Talia thought how that was novel.     

“Can we get that?”     

Damon smiled dotingly. “We can get whatever you want.” If she wanted, he would buy her the whole restaurant.     

Two servers came in next, pulling with them carts with ingredients, utensils, and various containers, and then an older man entered their room while pushing in front of him a portable stove with a grill.     

He didn’t have a nametag, but it said, “Main Chef”, and Talia understood that was his position in the Medallion. The way servers treated him with respect told her that he was someone important.     

He fired up the stove, and Talia watched with amusement as he chopped, tossed, and mixed ingredients. It reminded her of cooking shows on TV.     

Their meal started with salmon rolls that were creamy and lemony, perfect for stirring the appetite.     

As usually, Damon was feeding Talia, not allowing her to touch the food with her hands.     

Next was the spinach soup that was filled with herbs, and it smelled delicious. Talia smacked her lips at the rich flavors that danced on her tongue, and Damon inched closer to lick a drop that hung at the corner of her lips.     

If the cook and his two assistants were surprised to see how Damon treated Talia, they concealed it well.     

Talia allowed Damon to spoil her completely. She looked at him with sparkles in her eyes and opened her mouth obediently for the soup, salad, shrimp balls, wild rice with vegetables, grilled steak with mango sauce, and whatever else he put in front of her mouth. It was all delicious.     

“Which one is your favorite?” Damon asked when they finished the last meal. Only dessert was left.     

“Everything was delicious,” Talia said honestly.     

They were sipping sparkling water with lemon to clean their taste buds while preparing for dessert. The cook was flambeeing tropical fruits before putting them on top of vanilla ice cream, and then he drizzled it all with melted chocolate.     

Talia felt saliva pooling in her mouth. She hoped that the dessert tasted as good as it looked.