Page 225 of Her Destined Alpha
“I told you, I’m not a banana!”
“You act like one,” I complained, getting into the front. Rayhan strapped me in before getting in the driver’s seat.
“Don’t tease her, Chris.”
“So, when am I getting a nephew or niece?” Raihana asked. “Del, you said we could be pregnant buddies!”
“That was before you got pregnant earlier than we planned!” I replied.
“Why would you two plan this shit without us?” Chris asked, his arms around Raihana, her legs draped over his lap. Rayhan chuckled.
“I actually knew of their plan to be pregnant together,” he added.
“Well, now I feel like I was left out.”
“Oh, come on, handsome. How could you be left out when I can’t make babies without you?” Raihana asked seductively before climbing into his lap. Rayhan groaned, and I giggled.
“Horny and pregnant.”
“Not in my car, guys!” Rayhan growled, only for them to ignore us.
I smiled as he held his hand out to me, and I laced my fingers with his, resting my head on his shoulder as we drove home. Rayhan turned the volume on high, and I had a feeling it was so he didn’t have to hear even a moan from the couple making out in the back seat.
I looked out as we drove back home, a place that I couldn’t even imagine life without. Every day, Papa Raf was remembered, and although we were never able to overcome that loss, we learned to live with it. Life was good, and although Rayhan refused to allow us to go to training at the Coven, we had a few witches come to the pack to give us training; it was usually Janaina or Elizia. The Coven had punished several witches, and many had their powers sealed away once the dirt in their past was brought up. It had taken time, but things had worked.
I didn’t see Ames much, but that was okay. We had taken different paths in life. He had moved to the States, so we would send each other a message on our birthdays, but that was it, and it was enough. I had killed his parents and his sister, and although they deserved it, he still struggled with that.
It was a special night for us. I was officially stepping into the position of Luna. I could never thank Mama Mari enough for letting me live for years stress-free, and although I learned my Luna duties, she wanted to see me succeed in what I wanted, and Rayhan did too. My man who put me first every single time…
I had studied hard, and the next year when I received my degree, I was going to focus on helping our kind, my people. Many suffered from trauma, but not many talked about it, and there were things we couldn’t just talk to normal therapists about. Not only children, but adults too.
I looked at Rayhan. His ear glinted with a crystal stud. I smiled, thinking he was so strong, so perfect, so loving, yet the world had begun to fear him. The Merciless Alpha, that was what I had heard some call him, but even then, he didn’t care, running the pack with a just and fair rule.
We arrived home, but before I even got through the front door, Kiara took my arm, dragging me upstairs and away from Rayhan.
“Kia!” I said, “Food first!”
“You can eat later!” she protested with a pout.
“I’ll bring you food,” six-year-old Dante said with a wink.
“Hey, back off,” Rayhan warned him.
“Sure, Ray,” he taunted before walking off.
“What the hell do you teach him?” I heard Rayhan ask King Burrito.
“How to be a fucking gentlemen. Not,” the King replied mockingly.
I shook my head as Kia dragged me to Maria’s room. It seemed like that was where I was getting ready.
“Girls!” she exclaimed as Kataleya and Skyla ran past, almost knocking into us.
“Sorry, Mama!” Skyla said in a sing-song voice.
“Sorry, Mama,” Kataleya repeated before both giggled, clearly not sorry. I smiled as Kia pushed me into the room, just as I heard Raihana tell the girls to be careful.
“Sky, Kat, careful! Your sister is carrying a pup,” I heard King Burrito growl.
