3...Mate hand...

"Hello, P"

The mischievous smirk that graced Barry's face as he greeted me brought back some crazy, sexual memories. I bit my lips softly as the flashes memories played really fast in my head.

Hearing his deep voice again after so many years, that voice which had whispered countless naughty words to me in the past, makes me wanna start sweating even in the cold Christmas weather.

"Barry" I called his name coldly, my eyes locking with his green ones.

"Pixie" he responded, that annoying smirk still playing on his lips.

He confidently dipped his hand into his fitted black jeans, drawing my attention to the silver wrist chains adorning his strong, masculine wrist and I realized some things just never change. He still rocks the all-black attire like a devil and still has a thing for chains.

I hummed. "Good to see you after all these years" I said with a sarcastic tone. I hoped he would catch the heavy sarcasm in my sentence. "Your sudden appearance really shows how much you care about me" I added, locking eyes with him in a way to dare him to respond.

With parted lips and slightly narrowed eyes, he stared back, speechless, before closing his mouth.

My nana looked between us and I think she was able to sense the growing tension between us "Come on, let's go inside" She said.

I turned abruptly and started to walk away, making sure I created distance between Barry and I. The last thing I wanted was to walk side by side with him.

As soon as Barry and Pete walked into the building, my cousins and the other ladies went absolutely crazy, screaming their heads off. I swear, my poor ears almost burst!

"Here we go," I muttered under my breath as the screaming continued. It's always like this whenever they show up. I mean, they've got that Alpha blood running through their veins, and one of them is gonna be the Alpha king soon, so naturally, girls go crazy for them.

A few minutes later, we all gathered in the dining room, ready to eat. There was this one seat that was obviously reserved for me. If I took it, Pete would be on my left side, and you wanna guess who would be on my right? Yeah, it's Barry himself. And for that very reason, I was not about to sit there. I'd rather just sit next to one of those wicked stepmothers from those Cinderella novels than sit with the wicked daddy himself, Barry.

"Pixie, we're all waiting for you to take your seat" my nana said calmly, noticing my hesitation.

I let out a big sigh before reluctantly plopping myself down in the seat.

"Let us join hands for the love and prayer before eating" My nana said with a big smile.

I glanced to my left and saw Pete, no problem there. But when I looked to my right, there was Barry, and boy, that was a whole different story.

"This prayer is gonna take hours!" one of my cousins whispered and my nana's werewolf hearing caught her words and threw her a glare.

Just as the prayer started, Pete reached out and held my hand. His touch was as smooth and comforting as ever. But then, out of nowhere, I felt Barry's fingers lightly brush against mine like he wanted to hold my hand but was hesitating. The familiar feeling of his fingers touching mine made me swallow.

Barry's finger made another contact with mine, he still didn't fully hold my hand. I sighed silently. Flashes of memories coming to my head again. It is of our naughty past of when his fingers sensually skimmed up my legs, all the way to my thighs. Oh Goddess, I almost melted into liquid that day.

The things Barry did to me with his fingers, the way he touched my body... Goddess help me and forgive me, they were naughty, bad, and happened more times than I could count.

I could presently feel his intense gaze on me, piercing through my body. I bit my lip hard, determined not to look at him.

'Don't look at him, Pixie, okay?' I said to myself in my head.

I blinked, trying my best to avoid looking at him.

'Don't fucking look' I repeated in my head, reminding myself to stay strong.

'Yeah, you can do this Pixie' I encouraged myself.

But then, a voice called out my name, but that was not enough to bring me back to reality.

"Pixie?" the voice called again, this time with a hint of impatience. But no, I was too busy giving myself a pep talk not to look at Barry.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar, electrifying brush against my skin, jolting me from my reverie. And then, a hot whisper in my ear followed.

"Your granny has been calling for you" his soft lips were dangerously close to brushing my ear, and his minty breath made me feel cool air on my skin "But your mind seemed to be somewhere else"

"Somewhere else?" I repeated his last two words in a hushed tone.

Barry had a way of making the simplest words, like "somewhere else," sound so lewd in the ears, or maybe it's just me interpreting the words in the bad way.

"It doesn't matter, your granny wants your attention back here" he said and sat up straight.

I looked over at my nana who was giving me a stern frown. I quickly smiled apologetically at her, hoping she would not scold me too much.

"Now, hold the hand of your other partner, it's not like he's got some kind of disease on him" my nana said to me in her strict voice, and a few of my cousins laughed.

With a childish pout, I roughly reached for Barry's hand and placed mine on top of it.

Barry's palm is slightly rough and averagely warm, helping to provide warmth in the coldness that comes with this season. Slowly, he enclosed his hand around mine, and the palm-to-palm feeling after a long time made me swallow and give in to the temptation of glancing at him. One would thought he had been staring at me, but it turns out he had his eyes on my nana, who was now smiling. Fuck Barry.

I turned my gaze to the front and listened as my nana started.

"Years ago..." my nana began.

"Here we go, story time," one of my talkative cousins whispered.

"Yes, story time," my nana agreed and continued, "The goddess chose me as the female elder of this clan and allowed me to incorporate my human life into my leadership, so I added Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations..."

I couldn't help but steal a glance at Barry, whose eyes were still fixed on my nana. Even with a slight frown of concentration on his face, he still efforessly looked cool, having his handsome features. The noticeable maturity I see in him made him even hotter...

"Stop it, Pixie!" I scolded myself, quickly looking away from him and refocusing on my nana's speech.

"We're all here to celebrate Christmas with me, the female elder of our clan, and I truly appreciate it. It's such an honor..."

I could feel my palms getting a little sweaty, although it wasn't really because of sweat. I was just nervous sitting next to the bad boy Barry and having him hold my hand. The touch of our palms pressed together was affecting me both physically and mentally. It was tempting to let memories of what happened in the past flood my mind.

"---Being a descendant of both the 'olden clans' and a powerful human family in the city, holidays like Christmas hold a special significance for me. I'm really glad my grandchildren are here to celebrate with me..."

The naughty memories wouldn't stop flashing right when my nana was giving her 'Elder speech'. The goddess forgives me, but I can't help it. I got a little memory of when Barry held my hands the same way he is currently doing, and then the way he proceeded to slide his hands up my arms, staring intensely into my eyes and whispering words that made me hot then and still make me hot right now at the table.

Dammit! I should stop thinking about the past. It's the past, and it's called the past for a reason. 

".....You wolves from the Alpha's pack house, and even you, the future Alphas." My grandmother stared smilingly at the two hottest guys in the room, and it was at that moment that I realised I temporarily forgot the existence of Pete in the room all because of Barry.

She continued, but with her eyes now shut and everyone else following suit except me. "And I say as an elder of the clan that our Christmas will be filled with joy and laughter."

Barry is definitely here to do one thing. He is here to screw my life over again until I'm not even screwable anymore.

My Nana continued, "I wish that you all get the Christmas magic."

I shut my eyes like everyone else in the room, and this time, I couldn't control the flashbacks that came rushing to my head. flashback of when Barry started to show me his naughty, bad side.