Bonded to My Ex's Alpha Brother (by CalebWhite) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Erin’s POV

My heart skipped a beat as a second message followed: [If you’re hungry, don’t worry. I’ll satisfy your needs. You’re coming somewhere with me.]

I remembered his promise from yesterday–after the party, he would take me somewhere. The thought of being alone with him quickened my pulse.

“Sorry, Amy,” I said, putting my phone back in my handbag. I have to go. Derek is waiting for me.”

Amy’s eyes widened with understanding, and she quickly embraced me. “Good luck, baby,” she whispered in my ear. I can’t wait to hear all about what happens with your Soul Bond.”

I squeezed her hand gratefully before heading toward the exit, my heart racing with anticipation.

After the crowded hall, the cool night air was a relief. I paused at the top of the grand staircase leading to the circular driveway, searching for Derek.

I spotted him immediately–a tall, powerful figure leaning against his luxury black car, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. The moonlight cast silver highlights in his dark hair, accentuating the sharp lines of his face. The sight of him took my breath away.

Seeming to sense my presence, he looked up, our gazes meeting across the distance. Even from here, I could feel the intensity of his look. He straightened, dropped his cigarette and crushed it beneath his shoe, then walked to the passenger side of the car.

I descended the stairs, acutely aware of each step in my silyer heels. Derek opened the car door for me, his hand lightly touching the small of my back as he guided me into the seat. The brief contact sent currents of electricity through my entire body.

“You’re driving yourself?” I asked as he slid into the driver’s seat, surprised that he wasn’t using his usual driver.

Derek started the engine, the powerful motor emitting a low rumble. “Tonight is private,” he said simply, his eyes meeting mine briefly before focusing on the road ahead.

As we pulled away from Darkwood Estate, the celebration lights fading behind us, I gathered my courage to ask, “Where are we going?”

Derek’s lips curved into a small, mysterious smile. “You’ll see when we arrive.” There was a cryptic quality to his voice that sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

I settled into the luxurious leather seat, stealing glances at Derek’s profile as he drove. The solid line of his jaw, the confident set of his shoulders, the casual authority with which he held the steering wheel–everything about him radiated power and control. And tonight, that power and control was focused entirely on me.

After about twenty minutes of driving, winding up roads that took us higher into the hills surrounding the city, Derek turned onto a private path partially hidden by ancient oak trees. The path was illuminated by gentle recessed lighting, guiding us toward a structure I could just make out in the darkness.

“Moonlight Restaurant,” Derek noted, seeing my curious expression. “One of the most exclusive dining establishments in

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the region. Reserved for special occasions.”

My heart couldn’t help but flutter at the realization that tonight–that 1–was special to him.

When we pulled up to the entrance, a valet approached, bowing respectfully as he opened my door. “Welcome to Moonlight Restaurant, Miss Blackwood.”

Derek appeared at my side, offering his arm. I placed my hand on the crook of his elbow, feeling the solid muscle beneath his suit jacket. The warmth of his body seemed to radiate through the thin fabric, sending heat coursing through my veins.

The restaurant manager personally greeted us, bowing deeply to Derek. “Alpha Stone, everything has been prepared according to your specifications. Please follow me.”

We were led through an elegant reception area, past scattered tables where other diners sat. I noticed several people who recognized Derek, their eyes widening slightly before quickly lowering their gazes in respect.

Rather than seating us in the main dining area, the manager led us through glass doors into an outdoor garden. I couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped me when I saw what awaited.

A single table stood in the center of the garden, elegantly set with fine china and crystal. The surrounding trees were hung with thousands of tiny silver lights, mimicking the glow of moonlight and creating an ethereal atmosphere. Soft music played from hidden speakers, the melody hauntingly beautiful.

“Alpha, this is breathtaking!” I exclaimed, unable to contain my wonder at the magical scene.