Page 46 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

“So, Delsanra, how is Rayhan treating you?” Kiara asked.

“Good,” I replied, thinking she was rather young to be mated to the Lycan King, who was definitely in his thirties, although he looked good. Werewolves did age slower.

“Just good?” Kiara teased. I blushed lightly, last night rushing through my head, and I glanced at Rayhan. Big mistake. His eyes were fixed on me, and the intensity of his gaze made my core throb.

“Hmm. I’ll give it a few months before I answer that,” I remarked airily, trying to brush it off. Rayhan chuckled as Kiara smiled with amusement, whilst the King cocked a brow.

“Perfect match for a fucker like you,” he said, glancing at Rayhan.

“Isn’t she?” Rayhan agreed, running his fingers through my hair proudly. What was I? A little pet he was proud of?

He leaned in and kissed my lips softly, sending streams of pleasure through me.

I pulled away gently, but he was a lot bigger than me, and I knew if he didn’t allow me to do so, I’d be trapped.

He gave me a smirk, kissing my neck before sitting back.

Kiara stood up, and I realised I was fully healed.

“You weren’t in good condition; it seems some of your bones had been broken repeatedly,” she said quietly.

“I got used to the pain,” I replied. Just then, the little boy started stirring, and Kiara walked over to him.

“Aww, Dante, look who’s here!” she cooed, lifting the boy into her lap.

A deep frown sat on the boy’s sleepy face, and I realised his eyes were blood-red when he looked up. My heart thudded as he looked at me curiously, tilting his head.

“She pwetty,” he said, pointing at me as he looked at his mother. I smiled at the comment, sensing Rayhan’s surprise.

“Oh? She is, isn’t she?” Kiara smirked in amusement as Dante slid off his mother’s lap and looked at Rayhan.

“Hey, Dante, missed me?” Rayhan asked his cousin.

“No,” came the firm reply. “You fucker.” I gasped, surprised that such a young child was swearing.

“I’m sorry, he picked up the bad habit from his father, who has no filter,” Kiara explained apologetically, giving her mate a look.

“You like me just the way I am, no fucking filter needed,” he shot back, giving her a smirk that I knew would melt many women. Sure enough, she gave him a small smile as she walked over to him.

“I’m a fucker, huh?” Rayhan said, motioning for the boy to come over.

“Where my cocklate?” he asked him. Aww, that was so cute!

“I didn’t bring any chocolate, but I brought my mate to see you.” He lifted the boy into his lap, his curious eyes fixed on me.

“Hey, Dante. My name’s Delsanra. It starts with a D, too,” I said, reaching over and pushing a strand of his hair off his face. A small smile crossed his face before he pouted, hiding it.

“I like your hair.” He reached over, tugging on a strand.

“Isn’t he a bit too much?” Rayhan remarked as I held my arms out to him.

“You mean very upfront. Can you blame him? He’s Alejandro’s son,” Kiara said, amused.

The boy seemed to think it over. I could tell he wanted to come but was just pretending he wasn’t interested. Much to my amusement, he soon accepted my outstretched arms and let me lift him into my lap. His small smile was back as he looked up at me.

“So, how old are you?” I asked him.

“I five,” he replied with a nod.

“He isn’t even three,” Rayhan remarked. To my surprise, I could sense the sliver of jealousy in his voice. Was he really getting jealous of a child?

“I a big boy,” Dante shot back.

“Oh yeah? You’re still in diapers,” Rayhan said with a pout that reminded me a lot of the one that was on the little one’s face moments earlier.

“I isn’t! Mama!” Dante shouted.

“He isn’t, he’s getting toilet trained,” Kiara added, giggling.

“Yes, you are a big boy. Ignore Rayhan,” I said, giving him a hug.

His frown vanished and he looked at me, leaned forward and planted a quick wet kiss straight on my lips before giving me the most adorable smile ever. It left me surprised, yet I couldn’t stop the smile that crossed my lips.

“I is big boy,” he agreed with a confident nod. Rayhan raised an eyebrow.

“That’s my kitten, kid,” he said. Despite the amusement in his voice, I didn’t miss the pout that still lingered on his lips as he ruffled his baby cousin’s hair.

“Well… Karma sure is a bitch,” the King snickered.

I glanced at him in confusion, and the tension that settled in the room for a split second made my curiosity spark. I glanced at Rayhan, not missing the slight change in his demeanour. The King looked unfazed, but I didn’t miss the tiniest of frowns on Kiara’s face. What was that about?

“Okay, so I’ll go make sure there’s a room ready for the both of you. You’re staying the night, right?” Kiara asked.

I frowned slightly but didn’t question it as Rayhan said we would as we had things to handle.

I didn’t say anything, but I was going to ask Rayhan later what that was about.

I turned my attention back to the gorgeous little boy who I knew was going to grow up to be a heartbreaker.

I noticed the cold glare Rayhan had shot at his uncle. Oh, something was surely up…