Page 28 of Alpha Dragon’s Mating Contract (Babies For Broken Dads #3)

No, no. We had a crazy busy day last week and I forgot to refresh your spell

And my heat came early (sad emoji)

I didn’t even remember the spell until the next morning

IvoFivo

Omg

KillianKillsDreams

I would facepalm, but I feel sorry for you, Walry

PinksThinks

Omg. So how many times did you guys...

NotAWalrus

Ummm three? Before I remembered and slapped the spell back on?

Nat-urallyBig

Wow, three times

NotAWalrus

Three for him, I mean.

KillianKillsDreams

What about you?

NotAWalrus

Idk, I lost count after five and that was even before he got one in

IvoFivo

Whistles

HocusPocus

Well... it sounds like you had a good time, at least

NotAWalrus

If it weren’t for the “give him my baby” thing, I would have already made a nest in his bed

It should’ve been impossible. It took me years to get Zeb

But he also said something about multiple O’s making it easier? IDK!

So now I’m stuck, because it means this baby is his and I didn’t mean for it to happen

KillianKillsDreams

Sit on his cock while you figure it out. Can’t hurt

MathlinHatesMath

So... do you want congratulations?

NotAWalrus

I don’t know!

HocusPocus

Have you considered coparenting? Rap seems reasonable. I don’t think he would mind if you retained some of your parental rights instead of giving him the baby entirely.

NotAWalrus

Let me think about it

HocusPocus

Remember, he won’t know what you want unless you mention it to him

NotAWalrus

I’ll

I just found a pickup line in my pocket

...

It’s so terrible, omg

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HocusPocus

... Yeah, I would burn that

KillianKillsDreams

Idk, I would keep it. It’s kind of sweet!

IvoFivo

Wow, that’s terrible

NotAWalrus

I’m gonna burn it with my newfound fire powers. brB

Walren stared at the slip of pink paper in his hands. He had hung around in Raptor’s office long enough that he recognized the alpha’s handwriting: bold lines digging faint grooves into the paper, all angular and sharp.

You light the fires under my heart cockles and make them glow so hot, all the trees nearby turn into hardwood.

Oh Walry, here’s an umbrella to shelter yourself because my wood is about to erupt with sap.

My big brass cannon balls want to shower you in their love juices.

One day, you will wake up and realize that Love Cucumber is the best flavor in the world.

“What the heck,” Walren whispered, cringing so hard and yet unable to tear his eyes away. “Did he copy this from the book?”

“No, I did not,” Raptor yelled from beyond the office door.

“I... I appreciate it,” Walren said. What else could you tell your boss after he had put in time and effort to write you an original pickup line? No matter how hard it made you cringe?

I should burn it, he told himself.

There were still a few bites left of the grilled chili pepper. Walren put it all into his mouth and chewed it thoroughly so he would get its full effects.

He went to a small table by the office door, removing the decorations from it. From his fire-breathing experiments in the last hour, Walren had figured out that the wallpaper was fireproof, and so was the office furniture.

He swallowed the pepper. It burned a tingling trail down his esophagus. It fizzed in his stomach and grew warmer. And warmer. Until the heat became an insistent pressure that demanded to be released.

Walren placed the pickup line in the middle of the table. Then he burped.

Orange flames erupted from his lips, engulfing the entire table’s surface. It was such a large fire that he almost leaped back; it was bright and hot and it felt alive.

If he stopped thinking about the pickup line for a moment, he could admit that this was one of the coolest things he had ever experienced. Warmth tickled the back of his throat as the flames escaped him, so bright that he almost had to close his eyes against it.

Walren clung to the door and kept on exhaling, until his lungs felt like collapsing.

The table had been blasted by fire for long enough.

When he closed his mouth and the fire guttered out, Walren looked at the table.

The slip of pink paper was still there, pristine and untouched.

It had been fireproofed.

Walren groaned, feeling betrayed. He picked up his phone and took a picture of the pickup line.

NotAWalrus

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This is what it looks like after 15 seconds of fire roasting

KillianKillsDreams

You and that pickup line were meant to be

MathlinHatesMath

Maybe you should sleep with it under your pillow? It seems to be a good luck charm

NotAWalrus

We’ll see. Probably not

Nat-urallyBig

I know! Put it under HIS pillow!

Walren stared at his phone. He had been trying to think of a gift for Raptor that wouldn’t break his wallet, but he kept running into dead ends. What could you give a person who was rich enough to run a restaurant as his hobby?

But maybe Nat’s suggestion could work.

Walren glanced at the door, just to make sure Raptor was still busy in the kitchen. Then he rummaged through Raptor’s office until he found some blank paper.

He tried several times to come up with something worthy.

Five sheets of printer paper later, Walren had perfected his line, writing it carefully onto a small slip of paper.

He folded it up and tucked it into his pocket.

Then he carefully shredded the drafts, so Raptor couldn’t put them back together.

The real question was: How would Raptor react to his pickup line?