Page 142 of Alpha's Redemption

Valen stops and I feel his hand come down on my ass over my skirt. I jump and yelp.

‘That’s damn cheating, and you know it—they always take your side,’Valen growls.

‘Because I’m his favorite!’I snap at Valen, gripping a door handle for a moment before my fingers slide off.

‘I am his son! This is some bullshit!’he huffs, stopping outside our bedroom, though still not putting me down.

‘Valen, put the Luna down and step away from your mate.’

‘No!’Valen huffs defiantly.

‘We have plotted your death and organized the location for your body,’Kalen warns him.

‘Is it at least a nice resting spot, and will you visit regularly and clean it?’Valen taunts.

‘Put the Luna down, son,’Kalen argues. I snicker to myself, listening to them bicker.

‘Nope! I’ll cut you a deal—if it's a boy, I’ll name it Kal,’Valen states triumphantly.

Kalen falls silent for a second. “Oh, really?”

I growl and Kalen chuckles awkwardly.

“Such a strong name—your counteroffer, Evie?”

His poor father gets dragged into all our arguments, playing mediator. I think hard about my offer.

‘Valen will mow your lawns for the next year,’I declare through the link. Valen scoffs, his hand coming down on my ass again.

‘Now, that is a nice offer. Backyard too?’

‘Yep, even weed the gardens,’I assure him.

‘You can’t offer me!’Valen growls.

‘As Luna, I think she can,’Kalen adds.‘So many choices,’he taunts, but we all know who he’s going to pick— me! I could shit on that man's lawn right in front of him, and he would say it was the neighbor's cat.

‘Put the Luna down, Valen. Don’t make me cover up your murder,’Kalen tells him, and Valen growls.

‘Fine!’He huffs and I go flying. A shriek leaves me as he dumps me on the bed and I bounce. Valen smirks down at me with his hands folded and I feel the mind-link dissolve.

“You always cheat and play dirty,” he accuses.

“I don’t want any more kids,” I tell him.

“Two more?” Valen pleads, crawling onto the bed. I shake my head, finding his pleading amusing.

“Fine, if you want two more kids, then I want a Ferrari,” I tell him, knowing damn well he wouldn’t waste money on one. He’s more frugal than me these days.

Valen jumps off the bed and rushes from the room. A moment later, he returns and jumps on the bed, dropping something between my cleavage peeking out of my blouse. I grab it, giving him a deadpan look.

“There, I got you a Ferrari!” he declares and I shake my head. A toy one.

“One more?” he begs.

Nope, I am not changing my mind. He gently cups my face in his hands.

“Three more?” he offers.

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