Page 83 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
“I don’t know if I have one… you know how my wolf and I are. I don’t know if the same rules apply.”
“I don’t think the Goddess would deprive her Demi-God of a mate,” I say softly. I feel sorry for Dante. He holds so much on his shoulders. He often knows things to come, and I wonder how much pain and sadness he has foreseen…
“Well, as long as she doesn’t turn out as terrifying as you, I’m all good,” he teases.
“So funny.” I smile though. “Thanks for ringing, Dante. Ineeded it.”
“Any time. I’ll always be there for you.”
“Hey, I’m older, okay? You mean to say I’ll be there for you.”
“Nope, I meant exactly what I said. Now, go be a good girl and watch some TV or have a bubble bath. Whatever you girls do to calm down.” A bubble bath does sound good…
“Yeah, well, we aren’t men who go hitting things when angry…” Didn’t I just do that? He lets out a small, knowing chuckle.
“Whatever you say.”
I thank him before ending the call and decide to have a bath and text the girls. I just need to calm down…
Two hours later, I am so much more relaxed. The tub has a heating system, and the water never goes cold. I have some music on, and I feel much more at ease. I even had a good chat with Sky and Kat; sadly Song didn’t answer, so it was just us three.
Wanting to feel good about myself, I pull on a pretty lingerie set. Honestly, I need to thank whoever chose this stuff, but the memory that it is paid for by Leo leaves a sour taste in my mouth, so I push the thought aside.
I am just moisturising my legs when I’m sure I hear something. I tilt my head, lowering the music. There, I hear it again.
“Leo?” I ask, grabbing the bathrobe that I had tossed on the floor earlier. I put it on, leaving the bedroom only to see none other than Emmet standing there, looking beyond pissed. His aura is swirling around him, and unmasked rage contorts his face.
“So, you went and fucking snitched, and because of your fucking misconception, Leo suspended me from my position as Delta until further notice,” he growls. In a flash, he is in front ofme, grabbing my throat as he slams me against the wall…. “Oh, and guess what? Leo’s gone with his kid. He won’t be home for a while. Who are you going to run to now?”
A Blinding Awakening
Leo
We are sitting in the cinema, watching a kid’s movie, but I can tell Corrado isn’t enjoying it as much as he is enjoying watching me with a huge smile on his face. I feel fucking bad that I am gone so often that he is regularly left without even seeing me on some days.
“Not enjoying the movie?” I ask, looking down at him. He shakes his head.
“No, I love it! I’m loving the movie because Daddy came with me.” He smiles, and I lean down, cupping the back of his head and placing a kiss on his forehead.
“Me, too. It may be boring, but I like that we get this time, you know?” I remark, adjusting his mini popcorn tray in his lap.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I give him a wink before glancing at my phone. Azura hasn’t left her room, which I am relieved about, but I can’t get what happened earlier out of my fucking mind. She is still hurting from all the shit I did to her… but she didn’t get what I had meant. I regretted marking her because of my limited time... I know Jackie has told me that Kiara could probably heal me, but Iam unable to put aside my ego and ask them for anything. I don’t need their help just for Marcel and all of them to remind me that I fucking owe them…
A couple of young women slide into the seats next to me, whispering and giggling irritatingly. They had been seated elsewhere before they left not long ago. The entire room is pretty empty, and I am certain they didn’t pay for the seats they have now fucking taken. Corrado’s eyes turn toward them before he looks at me, frowning slightly.
“He’s so fit.”
“Damn, and who’s the kid with him?”
“Let me sit next to him,” they are whispering quietly, but obviously, it is fucking loud in my ears. Irritating as fuck. I don’t spare them even a glance while watching the screen, despite half my attention being on Corrado.
“Hey, cutie,” one of the women waves at him, leaning closer. Corrado raises his eyebrows, looking at me and then at the women again.
“My Daddy has a girlfriend,” he declares, and I almost smirk. He has realised pretty young that women try to talk to him to get to me, and he never stands for it.
“Um, sure. What’s your name?” I am tempted to speak up, but watching my kid deal with them is far more entertaining.
