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Just as I get close to Ayla’s room, I suck in a sharp breath. Layla’s berry scent is all over the place.
I open the door gently and enter the room. The lights are turned off, but I can perfectly see Ayla sleeping on the single bed. Besides the bed, Layla is sitting with her face pressed into the side of it. She is sleeping on the floor.
What the fuck!
I walk closer to the bed. Moonlight illuminates Ayla’s small face and hand, which are tightly wrapped around her Mommy’s arm.
My heart misses a beat as my eyes slowly take in the feisty woman. She looks innocent when she is sleeping. Her cheek is squashed into the mattress as she breathes softly.
My feet move on their own. I get near her and stop by her side. My eyes refuse to move away from her face, which looks cute under the moonlight.
Layla is a dilemma I can’t understand and can’t get out of my head. I want to get rid of her, and at the same time, I want to fuck her and keep doing that every night.
My hand lifts to her face. I push her soft locks behind her ear and caress her lobe between my forefinger and thumb. She groans, rubbing her cheek on the bed.
What am I doing?
I grit my teeth before taking my hand off her face. She shouldn’t be here. This is my Princess’ room. She is given a room, and she should stay there.
Bending down, I gently pick her up. It’s to dump her back in her room and not because I think she is uncomfortable on the fucking floor and might wake up in pain the next morning.
She is so petite that I wonder if she even eats anything. This is not good for her health. I grumble and turn around. Tomorrow, I will tell Serafina to keep an eye on her diet. She shouldn’t die due to weakness. It’s not because I care for her, you know. It’s because her death will impact my daughter.
Like a koala, she snuggles into my neck and turns even smaller. Her lips press into the crook, sending a shudder down my spine.
Fuck!
She fucking makes me tremble. It’s all mate bond’s fault and not because I want to throw her on the bed and have a taste of her again.
I cast a last soft glance to my sweet Princess, who is sleeping soundly, and then carry her fierce Mommy back to her room.
The silence of the packhouse highlights the sound of her breaths in my ear. Sweet and intoxicating. My breath matches her rhythm and my heartbeats become one with her because she is so close.
Shaking my head, I hasten my steps so I can dump her on her bed faster and take off.
When her room comes into view, I don’t waste a moment and barge inside. Her hand crawls up and wraps around my neck, sending another jolt of current down my body.
I approach her bed and bend my knee over it before lowering her body into it gently. She releases my neck and turns her back to me.
I lose a hard breath, rising to my height. I throw my head back and look at the ceiling to calm my heartbeat.
I stay there for some time, and when I am done regaining my composure, I walk to the open door without casting another glance her way.
My hand reaches for the doorknob so I can close the door, but a whimper coming from inside the room makes me pause. All the muscles in my body tighten. I halt there despite my better judgment.
“P… Please. Please, don… don’t.” Her sweet voice whimpers.
I hold my breath and listen to the disturbed noises she makes. She seems to be trying to stop something from happening in her nightmare.
I turn around, close the door behind me, and walk back to her. My knees hit the bed’s edge as I bend over her to listen to her pleas.
“Jo…Josh. P… Please. I…I am so…so sorry.” She begs as tears slide out of her eyes and trail down her straight nose.
Josh. That’s Alpha William Benjamin’s son, I think. Why is she begging him?
I lean down some more as my eyes trace the path of her tears in the darkness of the night. Something about the hot liquid makes my stomach clench and my eyes narrow. It’s definitely not because I want to carve that fucker’s heart out, I assure myself.
Layla’s body starts jerking on the bed as her cries become more intense. What happened to her? What did that motherfucker do to her?
“N… No. No, Please.” She sniffles.
My hand moves to her head so I can comb her silky locks. Her breath hitches, and the cries cease.
I lick my lips as I focus on her closed eyes. The frown that marked her forehead slowly starts to disappear. She relishes my touch as if she recognizes it.
I run my knuckles down her face, feeling her delicate skin under my roughened skin. She is so fucking fragile. How the fuck did she survive until now?
I sigh, ready to pull away because she has stopped crying and whatever haunted her in her sleep has disappeared, but she turns around abruptly. Her tiny arm wraps around my torso, pulling me into her face so she can snuggle into me like a fucking kitten.
My breath catches in my throat as she mumbles incoherent words over my clothed skin and gets all comfy with me.
If she finds out she did this, I bet she will die from embarrassment. She likes to believe that she doesn’t want me, but look at her curling around me now.
I decide to push her away and be on my way, but my body moves in the opposite direction from my mind. I get cozy on the bed and allow her to cling to me.
I can flick her off with a single finger, but I don’t want to, and it’s not because I don’t want her to have another nightmare tonight.
I remain by her side and listen to her even breaths and heartbeat. It’s not like I can sleep anyway because I have insomnia.
So, I plan on staying here for the night and ignoring how perfect her little body feels pressing against mine. I will leave in the morning before she wakes up, but she won’t find out about any of this.
LAYLA
I groan and try to claw my way out from the weight pressing me down. My eyes blink open to stare at the ceiling. Sunlight filters through the windows, directly hitting my face and making things worse.
Slowly, my attention is grabbed by the fact that the ceiling is not the light pink of Ayla’s room in this place. It’s a pale- colored ceiling with a dark brown square design in the center.
I frown and divert my focus to the weight on top of me. The weight is exhaling hot breaths on the sensitive skin of my boobs. His face is pressed tightly into my chest; his lips are plastered between my breast valley while his arm is draped around my mid to keep me in a place like his favorite plushie.
Shock renders me speechless. My eyes go saucer wide as I stare at the familiar hair. They are messy right now and are not perfectly styled like always.
What am I doing here?
What is he doing here? Almost on top of me?
Shivers rack my back. I try to sneak my way out from underneath him, but he is too heavy for me.
“Alpha… Alpha Alexander.” I whisper, trying to push his shoulder away.
My heart skips a beat. He shakes his head and presses his lips harder in my breast valley. My stomach flutters at the stupid gesture.
This is not right.
I push at his shoulder harshly. He groans, sending his voice vibrating throughout my body. I hold my breath instinctively so the movement of my lungs doesn’t push my boobs more into his lips.
“Stop moving, Mio Tesoro.” Alpha Alexander grumbles in his sleepy, husky voice.