Page 16 of Revna's Alpha

“But Daddy!” tears pooled in her eyes.

Daddy cupped her face. “I know, but you’ll get used to it. Daddy just wants to make sure you are safe while he isn’t looking.”

She sniffled several times, as Daddy let go and walked into the kitchen. She tugged once more, trying to see if she could find out some way to get out.

“You won’t be able to get out of those unless Daddy helps.”

Pouting, she slumped into her seat and looked at Daddy. He was no fun. It didn’t take him long to grab the food and make his way back to the table.

“I made mac and cheese. This won’t be a regular thing, but I figured you could use something like this.”

The mac and cheese Daddy made looked so delicious. More creamy and cheesy than she had ever been able to make.

“Ready for the choo choo train?”

Daddy made the noises of the train as he moved the spoon closer to her mouth. Giggling, she took a bite of the food. Melting even further into her chair, she closed her eyes as she swallowed the food.

“That good?”

“How?”

“Daddy’s secret.”

Revna pouted once again.

“If Daddy told you, then it wouldn’t be a special treat.”

“But I wanna know,” she said before getting another spoonful.

Daddy continued to feed her, not telling her what he did to make it so good.

“Do you want to know more about the town?” Daddy asked.

She nodded.

“It’s a special magical place. It’s a town that moves around and brings mates who are in need or need to get to a safe place here where their Daddy or Mommy is. It’s a place that keeps werewolves safe.”

Her eyes went wide as she ate another biteful of mac and cheese.

“There’s always one dominant and one submissive in the relationship. The submissive is always a Little.”

“That’s how you knew,” she whispered.

“Yes, Little one. That’s how I knew you were a Little.”

“But I don’t want to be a baby,” she whined.

She had never gone that young before and she didn’t think she would like it. It was different, she would be more dependent on Daddy.

“I think once you give it a real try, you’ll realize that you actually love it.”

“No,” she shook her head.

“Yes.”

Daddy placed the bowl down on the table and grabbed one of her hands. There was no way she was going to like being that young. She had always ranged from four to six years old. Dependent on Daddy but also still very independent.

“Daddy wants you to give it a try. If you really try and still don’t like it after three weeks, then that’s okay.”

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