Page 45 of King Alejandro

“Dad, we are not arguing,” Azura stated with a pout. “We are discussing…”

“Don’t worry, Kat. We will find your prince, okay?” Skyla smirked, winking at her sister, making both Dante and me frown at her. To my fucking surprise, Kataleya blushed as she wiped her tears, making Azura giggle.

“He isn’t her fucking prince,” I growled. Skyla cocked her eyebrow.

“You can’t decide that, Daddy. Besides, now that Kat’s home, you owe me…. three hundred pounds.”

“For?”

“For swearing.”

Okay, I do fucking swear, but I have not said the fucking word around her three hundred times…I hadn’t even been around for that fucking long since we got back.

“Thrifty,” Elijah smirked.

“Nah, just a fucking thief,” I growled as she stuck her tongue out at me cheekily. “You ain’t getting any money for that.” She looked away sullenly after giving me a dirty look as she bit into her pizza viciously.

Once dinner was over, the girls played for a while, or tried to, but it was clear Kataleya was not ready to cheer up, still holding onto the torn piece of fabric.

“Okay, you two girls need to shower and start getting ready for bed,” Scarlett ordered. “Azura, I am going to check your hair. Make sure you wash it properly, okay?”

“Okay, Mama,” she replied with a pout.

“Daddy, will you tell me a bedtime story?” Kataleya asked.

“About a certain prince charming?” Skyla teased before she burst into a fit of giggles.

“No fucking prince charmings,” I frowned.

Why the fuck was this girl even talking about boys?They were not to even go there. Like fucking ever. I glared at her and spotted Elijah fucking smirking.

“What do you want?”

“Just thinking of you in my position… karma.”

“Don’t speak too soon; you have one left,” I reminded him.

“Well, at least there’re no more Rossis,” Elijah smirked.

“There is one…” Scarlett added with an amused smirk before her smile vanished, and she shook her head, frowning. “Far too old.”

The three of us exchanged looks, clearly fucking disturbed by the direction that went. Yeah, too old… but then again… I was sixteen years older than Kiara.

Leo… nah, the Goddess isn’t that fucking sadistic to play that shit all over.

I glanced at Dante, who was falling asleep holding his can of drink. I took it from him and picked him up.

“Dad, I can walk.” I didn’t argue, knowing it was his pride, and placed him down as I helped him out of the room, pausing at the door.

“I’m getting Dante to bed. Have your teeth brushed, and then I’ll tell you a damn story.”

“Ooo, Daddy is telling a story for once!” Skyla giggled.

Yeah, fucking torture, but just seeing them all together was enough. Once Dante had changed and brushed his teeth, I helped him to bed. Elijah would be staying with him for the night.

“The pillows okay?”

“Yeah, Dad, I’m fine. A curse can’t do anything to me,” he said, quietly staring at the stars that were projected on his ceiling.