THE ALPHA'S VIRGIN SLAVE: Submit Alpha Ian's curse - Chapter 382: Chapter 382

Tamara's POV
"We are here," Larson said, a surprised expression on his face.
I, too, was surprised by what I was seeing.
The gazebo had beautiful white sofas in it and a white mat on the ground. Beautiful red candles were lit in a heart shape on the table, and in between was a red rose.
On the white sofa was a guitar, and right next to it was a beautiful card.
I quickly let go of his hand and went to grab the beautiful guitar with a wide smile.
I slowly touched it with widened eyes, making sure I felt every string.
"Do you like it?" he asked softly.
Of course I did; I loved musical instruments.
"Yes," I answered, then leaned in to grab the card that was there.
"Every gift is a blessing to one who receives it wholeheartedly. You are always a gift to me and thus my blessing,"
I read the words, then looked at him seriously.
I put the guitar and card down, then went to him and tiptoed to kiss his lips.
He looked surprised for a second but kissed me back deeply.
When I pulled back, I moved my hands to his cheeks with a warm smile.
"Larson, you didn't have to get me this beautiful guitar; the note would have been enough," I said softly, and for a second, I saw shock in his eyes, which was later replaced by warmth.
"You deserve everything and anything that would make you happy," he answered, and then went to the table and grabbed the red rose.
"This is for you," he said softly as he looked at me.
I blinked back the forming tears and moved in front of him to take it.
"Thank you," I whispered softly.
He really was thoughtful and had a very romantic side to him that I never knew about.
"I'm just happy to see you this happy," he said softly.
I was beyond happy at that moment.
"Do you know how to play the guitar?" I asked softly, then smelled the rose, taking in its nice scent.
"Of course I do; I play a few instruments," he answered as I looked at him in disbelief.
"I also have a guitar that looks similar to yours," he said when I looked at it, then at him seriously.
"You think I am just bluffing, don't you?" he asked and then chuckled softly.
"Maybe a little," I answered honestly.
"Well then, do take a seat and allow me to play you a song," he said as I cheerfully did as he had told me.
"Will you sing too?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll do," he answered and then extended his hand.
I quickly got the guitar and passed it to him.
"What song would you like me to play?" he asked after he had gotten it.
"Any of your favorites," I answered simply.
"Well then, how about 'You Are the Reason' by Calum Scott?" he asked as I frowned.
I had no idea who he was, but I didn't want to seem dumb.
"Yes, that would be nice," I answered.
"Okay, then I'll dedicate the song to you," he said as he positioned his hand on the instrument and cleared his throat.
I was very excited to hear the song and his singing voice.
"If I don't sound good, please pardon me," he said.
"Alright," I answered simply.
When he began playing, I instantly relaxed on the sofa.
As he began to sing the first line, I found myself smiling happily. He not only had a very calming voice, but the first few words were heartwarming.
The more he sang, the more I found the smile on my face vanishing. My eyes were filled with tears, and a lump was forming in my throat.
With each passing minute, I felt like running to his side and holding him tight because, as he sang, his voice broke a few times, and his eyes were filled with tears. He meant every word he was singing. I could feel it in my heart.
When he was done playing, I had my gaze fixed on my lap as tears ran down my cheeks.
"Um… did you like it?" he asked in a low tone.
I quickly wiped my tears away and looked up with a smile.
"I loved it so very much," I answered in a husky voice, and then I stood up and went to his side, grabbing his hand.
"Can you teach me how to play?" I asked softly.
"Yes," he answered and then cleared his throat.
"But first..." I trailed off my sentence and then grabbed the guitar from him and carefully put it down.
When I stood upright and spread my arms, he raised his brows.
I knew he was wondering what I was trying to do.
"You sang, 'Hold me a little closer,' and that's exactly what I want to do right now," I said seriously.
A sad expression filled his face, but he quickly moved and wrapped his arms around me as I hugged him back.
I just wanted to hold him always and assure him that I would never leave him again.
"You are stuck with me forever. Do you know that? Because there is no way I'm ever going to leave you," I said in a low tone.
"I love that, so please never," he answered, making me smile widely.
When I pulled back, I tiptoed and kissed his cheek lightly.
"Now then, teacher, please teach me how to play," I said.
He looked around and then back at me.
"Is it okay if we sit down?" he asked.
"It is," I answered.
He moved and sat down, leaning his back against the sofa.
"Grab the guitar and come here," he instructed.
I quickly grabbed the guitar and moved in front of him.
"Come on, sit between my parted legs," he instructed.
I swallowed hard and then sat between his parted legs with the guitar on my lap.
When his hands went around my waist, my heart began to beat rapidly.
His head rested on my shoulder, and I could hear his heartbeat.
"Relax," he whispered as I nervously laughed.
"It's easier said than done when someone you have always loved sits right behind you and holds you," I answered, and then quickly closed my eyes.
Damn it, how could I not hold back on saying that! It really was embarrassing!
"Well, you should get used to it quickly because I will be holding you always," he said as I opened my eyes.
"Tamara, you will forever be my mate and the only one I love. From the time you returned to our pack, I knew that there was no way I could ever let you be with anyone but me. It was a selfish desire, but I love you, and I want you for myself forever," he said.
I smiled and then placed my hands on his.
I was never going to return to my parents' house no matter what. I was going to stay in this pack with him, and my decision was final.