Page 33 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
“Don’t you want to hang with Jackie or Nikki instead? Or Winona? I’m sure she takes good care of you?”
“But Azura is so fun.”
Yeah, she is fun, and a complete psycho! You never know what shit she’s going to pull next.
“She even made a doll that looks like you, Daddy!” I raise an eyebrow.
“Did she now?”
“Yeah, she said it’s not you, but it does look like you.” He grins as Winona begins taking things out for breakfast. I stand up, lifting Corrado onto the worktop.
“I’ll make breakfast for us today,” I tell her. She has already dressed him. I have a bit of time before Emmet shows up anyway, and I need to explain to this kid that he is not to see her again.
“Are you sure, Alpha?” I nod, and just as she is about to leave, I speak to her through the mind link.
He is not to meet Azura. She is a guest here, nothing more. I don’t trust her entirely. Be more careful next time, Winona. Not everyone who appears to be good is good.
Sorry, Alpha, I will keep that in mind.
It’s fine.
Thank you. I’ll be back at noon.
Perfect.
She lowers her head to me before closing the door behind her.
“So, what do you want to eat, kid?”
“Pancakes,” he replies without even thinking.
“Pancakes it is. Nutella?”
“Yes, and fruit!”
Flipping the kettle switch on, I take the readymade mix out,adding water before getting the pan. He watches me, smiling happily, and I ruffle his hair before I begin on the pancakes.
“Thank you for spending time with me, Daddy.” This kid can induce so many fucking emotions in me, I don’t even know how. I give him a one-armed hug, squeezing him.
“You don’t need to thank me for anything. I told you that,” I remind him, pouring some boiling water into a large bowl.
“Yes, but I want to.” He smiles as I flip the pancakes, adding some Nutella to a small bowl and placing it in the boiling water to soften. He sighs heavily, and I glance at him as I take the three pancakes out and add some more.
“What’s up?” I ask him, waiting for the second batch to be done.
“You know Azura? She can’t cook. She said making sandwiches is cooking.”
My heart fucking does some weird shit. I hate when I learn new shit about her because I hate how it fucking catches my attention.She is a Westwood, remember that, Leo.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
I drizzle the Nutella on top before slicing some strawberries and raspberries, scattering them over the pancakes. I grab a knife and fork and then pick up the plate.
“You should teach her,” he adds as I lift him down from the worktop and carry his breakfast to the table.
“She’s only visiting, Corrado. She isn’t a friend, so you need to stay away from her,” I remind him quietly as he happily climbs into his chair. Stubbing my cigarette out, I walk to the fridge and take out a bottle of milk. I pour him a glass before picking up my coffee, and I carry both to the table and sit down.
