Mark of an Alpha's Queen

Chapter 10

He grunts as he picks up the loose paintbrushes and acrylic paint.

“Go take a shower and get ready. I got it” I say, getting up.

“You sure? Don't you want me to write down where everything goes?”.

I eye Noah.

“I'm a witch Nacho. How hard can it be?”.

I fix my gaze on the large paint spot on the carpet and concentrate. The lights flicker.

“обра́тный” I murmur.

The stain disappears and I grin.

“See? It even works in Russian”.

He chuckles.

“Go on. I've got it all under control”.

Noah nods and disappears behind the pillar and through a door. I get to work. Shortly after, I hear a buzz.

At 2 in the morning?

“Nacho are you expecting anyone?”.

All I hear is the shower running.

“Nacho? Noah... ugh forget it”.

I walk to the front door and look through the peephole.

“You have got to be kidding me”.

I start unlocking the door and step aside.

“откры́тый”.

My arms are folded when the doorknob turns and the door swings open.

“Hey Noah... oh it's you” she frowns. “Where's my heart?”.

“Searching for your brain in your ass, clearly”.

She frowns and walks past me inside the house.

“Hey, I didn't say you could come in!” I yell, shutting the door behind me.

“This isn't your house”.

She sets the boxes of pizza down in the couch.

“That goes on the table” I tell her.

She looks at me.

“Where's Noah?”.

“Dead!” I say moving past her to the kitchen.

I feel her follow me. I grab a glass and get some water.

“He put me in charge... the poor thing” I turn to face her with a sad look on my face. “Heart attack” I add, tracing my finger around the mouth of the glass.

The red haired looks at me. She didn't believe me but I didn't care.

“And so I ban you from this house and wherever that reminds you of Noah. Now get out, your face makes me wanna throw up... and I throw up at the sight of vomit. So it's going to be an endless cycle of... you”.

I tap the glass and walk back to the living room.

“I'm serious Malia!”.

“So am I!”.

I hold the door open.

“Noah's not here. So take your cheap and miserable pizza and get out”.

She frowns.

“I'll have you know, that this is the best pizza in the whole of Kilmore”.

I chuckle.

“What, 'cause you think the guy who makes them likes you? Please” I scoff. “Sweetheart, no one would like you even if you were the daughter of the Mayor of the city of Las Vegas”.