Page 143 of Alpha's Redemption

“How did we go from one to three?”

He laughs. “So one it is!” he declares.

“Definitely not. I’ll buy you a puppy,” I tell him.

Valen pulls a face at me. “I am not having a dog shit on my floor.”

“But a baby can?” I deadpan.

“They wear diapers. Please, please, just one? I’ll look after it.” He gives me his best puppy dog eyes, but I am not falling for it. I shake my head.

He groans, dropping his head against my shoulder.

“Fine, I’ll take the puppy,” he whines before lifting his head. “But can we at least still pretend to make a baby?” he asks, his amber eyes glinting back at me as he rocks his hips against me.

I grab his head, pushing him down.

“I can be persuaded,” I chuckle.

ChapterSixty-Five

Everly

Six months later.

“Frankie, get back here with my damn shoe!” I shout, chasing the damn dog through the house. He races up the stairs, my heel in his mouth, while I try to catch the little turd. His short, stumpy legs run a million miles an hour as he tries to evade me.

“Frankie!” I screech as he darts into one of the kid's rooms. He peeks over his tiny shoulder, giving me a challenging look before hiding under Valarian’s bed.

“Come here, puppy, puppy; give me my damn shoe, or I will make one out of you,” I growl at him.

I reach for the squirming beast and grip the heel, and it becomes a game of tug-o-war.

“Give me my damn shoe!”

“Should have chosen the baby,” Valen says behind me, and I jump, bumping my head before I wiggle out from under the bed.

“We have a meeting, and your dog stole my heel!” I snap at him.

Valen whistles, and Frankie yelps excitedly.

“Now, Frankie,” Valen calls. I see his little head poke out from under the bed with my slobber-covered heel in his mouth, then slink his way out. I eye the little Frenchie. Does he not realize I could shift and eat him? The rotten little sod still tries my patience. He races over to Valen, dropping my heel at his feet.

“Who’s a good boy,” Valen says while crouching down and patting his little head.

“Good boy?” I snap, snatching my heel that is now not only covered in slobber but also chewed on.

“Leave his shoe fetish alone. He gets it from his momma,” Valen chuckles, scratching his belly while Frankie’s tongue lolls out the side.

Valarian comes in to see what all the commotion is. He scoops Frankie up, taking him from his father.

“Is Momma being mean, Frankie?” he coos, pulling faces at him. If anything, the dog has done wonders for their OCD. It’s practically nonexistent, though Valarian and Valen still have a thing about coasters.

“Who would have thought that breed of dog is so damn naughty,” I scold the cute little squashed-face dog. He licks frantically at Valarian’s face.

“Don’t listen to her, Frankie. You’re a good boy, and I know where she keeps her favorite shoes,” he whispers.

“Valarian, don’t you dare,” I scold him, and he snickers, walking off. While trying to fix my clothes for my meeting across town, I look down and groan. I’m covered in his fur. No! Now I need to find something else to wear.

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