Page 90 of Her Destined Alpha
Rayhan didn’t answer, their eyes met, and the King nodded slightly, taking another drag of his cigarette. I wondered what that was about…
“So, Delsanra, how is Rayhan treating you?” Kiara asked.
“Good,” I replied, thinking she was rather young to be mated to the Lycan King, who was definitely in his thirties, although he looked good. Werewolves did age slower.
“Just good?” Kiara teased. I blushed lightly, last night rushing through my head, and I glanced at Rayhan. Big mistake. His eyes were fixed on me, and the intensity of his gaze made my core throb.
“Hmm. I’ll give it a few months before I answer that,” I remarked airily, trying to brush it off. Rayhan chuckled as Kiara smiled with amusement, whilst the King cocked a brow.
“Perfect match for a fucker like you,” he said, glancing at Rayhan.
“Isn’t she?” Rayhan agreed, running his fingers through my hair proudly. What was I? A little pet he was proud of?
He leaned in and kissed my lips softly, sending streams of pleasure through me. I pulled away gently, but he was a lot bigger than me, and I knew if he didn’t allow me to do so, I’d be trapped. He gave me a smirk, kissing my neck before sitting back. Kiara stood up, and I realised I was fully healed.
“You weren’t in good condition; it seems some of your bones had been broken repeatedly,” she said quietly.
“I got used to the pain,” I replied. Just then, the little boy started stirring, and Kiara walked over to him.
“Aww, Dante, look who’s here!” she cooed, lifting the boy into her lap.
A deep frown sat on the boy’s sleepy face, and I realised his eyes were blood-red when he looked up. My heart thudded as he looked at me curiously, tilting his head.
“She pwetty,” he said, pointing at me as he looked at his mother. I smiled at the comment, sensing Rayhan’s surprise.
“Oh? She is, isn’t she?” Kiara smirked in amusement as Dante slid off his mother’s lap and looked at Rayhan.
“Hey, Dante, missed me?” Rayhan asked his cousin.
“No,” came the firm reply. “You fucker.” I gasped, surprised that such a young child was swearing.
“I’m sorry, he picked up the bad habit from his father, who has no filter,” Kiara explained apologetically, giving her mate a look.
“You like me just the way I am, no fucking filter needed,” he shot back, giving her a smirk that I knew would melt many women. Sure enough, she gave him a small smile as she walked over to him.
“I’m a fucker, huh?” Rayhan said, motioning for the boy to come over.
“Where my cocklate?” he asked him. Aww, that was so cute!
“I didn’t bring any chocolate, but I brought my mate to see you.” He lifted the boy into his lap, his curious eyes fixed on me.
“Hey, Dante. My name’s Delsanra. It starts with a D, too,” I said, reaching over and pushing a strand of his hair off his face. A small smile crossed his face before he pouted, hiding it.
“I like your hair.” He reached over, tugging on a strand.
“Isn’t he a bit too much?” Rayhan remarked as I held my arms out to him.
“You mean very upfront. Can you blame him? He’s Alejandro’s son,” Kiara said, amused.
The boy seemed to think it over. I could tell he wanted to come but was just pretending he wasn’t interested. Much to my amusement, he soon accepted my outstretched arms and let me lift him into my lap. His small smile was back as he looked up at me.
“So, how old are you?” I asked him.
“I five,” he replied with a nod.
“He isn’t even three,” Rayhan remarked. To my surprise, I could sense the sliver of jealousy in his voice. Was he really getting jealous of a child?
“I a big boy,” Dante shot back.
