Page 19 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

Alejandro

L ife was fucking good. That was the fucking truth.

I had my nympho, the little fucker, and our princesses that would be there in about seven weeks.

I took a drag of my cigarette as I sat in my office chair, my ankles crossed on top of the desk, watching Dante play outside the open patio doors that led to the garden. The cold didn’t bother him at all.

We had made some changes to the house, and my office was on the ground floor where I could keep an eye on the fucker if need be. Right then, he was collecting leaves. Kids are weird as fuck. What was he going to do with leaves anyway?

“Daddy!” he said suddenly, frowning at me. I swear the kid was a grumpy little fucker.

“What do you want?”

“I want juice,” he demanded.

“And do I look like your fucking nanny?”

“No, you daddy fucker.” Yeah, he perfected that word too.

“You little-”

“Seriously, baby? You taught him that.” Kiara’s sexy husky voice came from the open doorway to my office.

I turned, tilting my head as I looked her over. She stood there holding a tray of drinks, her hair hanging over one shoulder in a braid. Her face glowed, and her gorgeous eyes sparkled. No matter how many fucking times I saw her, she still fucking consumed me.

She wore white fitted pants with an oversized red top that hung off one shoulder and draped over her breasts and bump sexily.

Damn, did I want to fucking take her right here… Did I say there was something fucking hot about fucking her when she was heavily pregnant? Well, it sure as fuck was.

“I’m not complaining, Amore Mio.”

She came over, and Dante, the little fucker, came and grabbed his cup.

“Thank you, Mama.”

“You’re welcome, my little prince,” she said, crouching down and kissing his forehead. I frowned. Shouldn’t I have gotten a kiss first?

“Not jealous, are you my sexy beast?”

“Well, I am your fucking king,” I said coldly. She smirked, glancing at Dante, who had run off to the garden. She came over to me, and I dropped my legs to the ground as she straddled me, cupping my face.

I loved how fucking confident she was. I caressed her ass, still holding my cigarette as she leaned in, our lips meeting in a deep passionate kiss, making her moan softly against me as I tangled my other hand into her hair, kissing her harder.

Sparks rushed through me, and I squeezed her ass, feeling myself throb.

My phone rang, so she pulled away.

“Ignore it,” I murmured. She shook her head, giving me a quick peck before climbing off of me, one hand on her stomach. She perched on the edge of the desk and held my phone out.

“It’s Rayhan.”

Now what did the fucker want to call me for? I answered it, my eyes fixed on my nympho.

“To what do I owe the fucking pleasure that made you fucking call and ruin my day?”

“Hello to you too, Uncle Al,” his annoying-as-fuck voice answered.

“Hey, Rayhan,” Kiara said.

“Hey, Kia.”

“Yeah, if the pleasantries are done. What the fuck do you want?” I asked with a frown as Kiara gave me a look.

I still found the fucker irritating, but I didn’t hold anything against him anymore. Kiara and I were in a place where nothing could come between us. Rayhan was just my nephew, and an annoying one at that.

“I had a favour to ask, actually.” He sounded serious. I frowned.

“Go on?” Kiara picked up her glass, sipping her juice.

“Is it just the two of you there?” he asked quietly. I put him on speaker so Kiara could hear him better, although we had good hearing either way.

“Yeah.”

“Do you have the files on all the rogues that are now part of the Sangue Pack?” he asked. Marcel’s pack?

“I do, why?”

“Because I need them, all of them. The ones that settled in other packs, the dead, the ones still alive.” His voice was cold, and I could sense the anger in it.

“I can’t just hand over sensitive information without a valid reason, Rayhan, you should understand that.”

“You can do whatever you want. I need it.”

Something was up, and I fucking wanted to know.

He was meant to be back by now… Maria had been planning a huge welcoming home bash, but he had suddenly gone on to ‘attend’ extra training, training that he was not part of since I know the fucking team behind it.

So, where exactly was he? Usually, I wouldn’t have given a shit considering he was twenty-one, but the fact that he wanted such information…

“You can tell us, Rayhan. We won’t tell anyone. You have my word. That information is only for data purposes, giving it out can be a bit… you understand, right?” Kiara spoke firmly and gently. He sighed heavily.

“I found my mate.” Kiara gasped, an excited smile crossing her face.

“Congratulations! When are we meeting her?”

“Amore Mio, as excited as you are… there’s more to this shit, right?” I asked, watching Dante sit down as he arranged his wet, sodden leaves on the ground. The kid was weird…

“She was abused by werewolves; some of whom were definitely rogues.” He wasn’t able to keep the pain from his voice, and I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t feel a flash of sympathy for him. But like I said, it was just for a split second.

“So, you want to find them?” Kiara said. Her eyes held sadness, and I knew she hated to hear this stuff.

“What do you intend to do? Show her the pictures?” I asked. “What pack is she from, or is she a rogue?”

“No pack… and no, she isn’t a rogue. I don’t know exactly what I’ll do or how I’ll approach the situation. Can I get those files? They won’t reach anyone else’s hands. I give you my word.” The fucker was desperate. But if it was my mate… I’d kill them all.

“Fine,” I agreed coldly.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t make it a fucking habit,” I said coldly.

“I won’t. Bye.” He hung up, and I tossed my phone onto the desk, grabbed Kiara’s wrist and pulled her up from the desk and into my lap. I wrapped my arm around her and placed my other hand on her stomach, kissing her cleavage. Fuck, she smelled good.

“He sounded really pained.”

“Hmm.”

“He also didn’t mention where she’s from. How can she not be from a pack nor a rogue?”

“Maybe a runaway. We’ll find out soon enough. I would think maybe a human, but it doesn’t make sense considering werewolves’ have abused her.” That fucking irritated me. How old was she? Probably around Rayhan’s age, so this shit happened under my watch…

“Abused her…” Kiara looked anguished as she looked away.

“When you send him the files, ask him if he needs any help or support. It’s clear he’s handling this alone.

” She looked into my eyes, and I could see the pain in hers.

I knew my queen gave a shit about everyone; it was one of the things everyone loved about her.

“I will. Now, how about you put those plush lips of yours to use?” I suggested, wrapping my hand around her neck, about to kiss her when Dante banged the door.

“Daddy! No hurt Mama!”

“These fucking Rossis,” I growled as Kiara gave me a quick kiss and slid off my lap once again.

“Aww, Daddy isn’t hurting me,” she cooed to her irritating as fuck son.

Unless you want me to, we both know you like it hard and rough, I remarked through the link, making her blush. Thank fuck for mind-linking at least, especially with kids… and there were two more on the way. I smirked as I watched them both. Nah, I wouldn’t change shit.

As for my goddess, tonight I’ll fuck her until she can’t walk… Oh yeah. She’s all fucking mine.