Page 91 of Her Destined Alpha
“Oh yeah? You’re still in diapers,” Rayhan said with a pout that reminded me a lot of the one that was on the little one’s face moments earlier.
“I isn’t! Mama!” Dante shouted.
“He isn’t, he’s getting toilet trained,” Kiara added, giggling.
“Yes, you are a big boy. Ignore Rayhan,” I said, giving him a hug.
His frown vanished and he looked at me, leaned forward and planted a quick wet kiss straight on my lips before giving me the most adorable smile ever. It left me surprised, yet I couldn’t stop the smile that crossed my lips.
“I is big boy,” he agreed with a confident nod. Rayhan raised an eyebrow.
“That’s my kitten, kid,” he said. Despite the amusement in his voice, I didn’t miss the pout that still lingered on his lips as he ruffled his baby cousin’s hair.
“Well… Karma sure is a bitch,” the King snickered.
I glanced at him in confusion, and the tension that settled in the room for a split second made my curiosity spark. I glanced at Rayhan, not missing the slight change in his demeanour. The King looked unfazed, but I didn’t miss the tiniest of frowns on Kiara’s face. What was that about?
“Okay, so I’ll go make sure there’s a room ready for the both of you. You’re staying the night, right?” Kiara asked.
I frowned slightly but didn’t question it as Rayhan said we would as we had things to handle. I didn’t say anything, but I was going to ask Rayhan later what that was about. I turned my attention back to the gorgeous little boy who I knew was going to grow up to be a heartbreaker. I noticed the cold glare Rayhan had shot at his uncle. Oh, something was surely up…
The Past
Rayhan
Uncle was a fucking snitch. Delsanra wasn’t dumb. Fuck, I did not want to have to tell her about Kiara. Wasn’t that something we planned to never mention? Ever.
Back then, I told him that if I knew they were mates, I wouldn’t have done it. Yes, I would have told Delsanra, but when the time was flipping right, not when she already felt doubtful. Even if it wasn’t intentional, he had just fucked up big time. Delsanra busied herself with Dante, and he wasted no effort in trying to impress her.
Uncle was as unfazed as ever, and it was irritating me. Kiara popped her head back in, asking Delsanra to go with her, and I was glad in a way. Once it was just Uncle and me left in the room, I gave him a cold glare.
“Was that necessary?” I asked coldly.
“Guess we should think before going around and doing shit we’re going to regret later,” he replied mockingly.
“She’s been through a lot. She does not need extra shit right now,” I snapped back. I was not in the mood for his crap. He frowned, taking a drag on his cigarette.
“Care to share.” I clenched my jaw. “Don’t be a fucking brat and spit it out. How do you expect me to know? I’m a king, not a fucking god.” And an arrogant one at that.
I frowned, hesitating for a moment before I told him most of the shit she had dealt with. What I knew of anyway, including the vision I had seen, which was one of the reasons I wanted his help.
“I swear if you let this shit out to anyone-”
“I won’t. Chill the fuck out,” he replied coldly.
I realised it wasn’t only my anger that was filling this room, it was rolling off of him in waves, too. I watched him. His eyes were glowing as he looked lost in thought.
“That’s fucking disturbing. I don’t think it’s a pack or just random rogues,” he said quietly.
“What do you think it is then?”
“There have been some dead witches show up, and the number of lone rogues around are way too fucking few to kill witches.”
“Well, I may have killed a witch a few weeks back when I first met Delsanra.”
“No, there’s more than that… and a rogue alone can’t. You’re an alpha, it’s different. You’re capable of that shit. I’ve already had my suspicions that there is some sort of group who is aiming to kill witches…”
“That would make sense. Since the Battle of Hecate’s Betrayal, there are many who hold bitterness and hatred towards them,” I replied, running my fingers through my hair.
