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Even though it is not completely my fault that he was not present in the initial years of Ayla’s life, I still feel the keen urge to tell him that deep down, I do feel sorry.
Alpha Alexander’s silver gaze takes in my features, lingering a little longer on my lips. My tongue darts out, wetting them as he watches.
“You are a good father to her. Thank you for everything that you do. Thank you for finding her and making her happy.” I admit, tracing imaginary lines with my thumb on the back of his hand.
He drags his gaze up to meet my eyes. His brows furrow as if he is confused about something. His caressing thumb ceases its movement. I feel a heavy weight settle on my fluttering heart.
The tension grows thicker until I feel it, making my hands itch to touch more of him. I remind myself that, at that moment, we were just Ayla’s Mommy and Daddy. We are only ever civil with each other when it’s about her. When we are in front of each other as a man and woman, pain lurks around the corners to claim one of us.
Alpha Alexander seems to share my thoughts and pulls his hand away. I release a breath I have been holding for a long time. My lungs ache just like my heart.
It feels like I wanted something more, something impossible, something like standing in front of each other as a man and woman and telling the pain to go away.
He wears his sunglasses and moves away from me. I realize, once again, that I have no place in his life, just like he has no place in mine.
“Get in the car.” He commands.
I shake my heavy head and take the passenger seat as he revs the engine. We start our journey back to the packhouse. Silent tension hangs between us like a scary ghost, and no one in our group addresses it.
When we reach the packhouse, Alpha Alexander stops the car and turns to me abruptly.
“Layla-“
My phone starts ringing at the same moment in my hand and makes him pause. I look down at the screen to find Theo’s name shining on it.
The tension becomes hostile again. I can sense darkness radiating off him. My nervous gaze meets the side of his face as I look at his gritted jaw.
“Get out.” Alpha Alexander says without looking my way.
I sigh and do as he says. There is no way we can ever be good with each other for more than a few moments.
I pick up Theo’s call and walk towards the packhouse.
“How was it?” He asks as soon as I pick.
A wide smile lights my lips after I sense the mix of excitement and anticipation in his deep voice. This is the man I am supposed to be with, a man who will always cheer me on, a man who will share my happiness, and a man who respects me.
I move inside the house and start telling him everything about the day, but until I remain close to the door, I don’t miss the heat burning my back.
It bothers me and makes me feel things I don’t want to feel. But I choose to ignore it and ignore the man who scorches my skin with his intense stares every time.
LAYLA
“You will have to tell Daddy yourself, Baby. “I bend down and brush Ayla’s bangs away.
“I want Theo.” She pouts.
“I know, Baby. But let’s tell Daddy before Theo comes to take us, okay? “I speak softly.
For the past few days, Theo insisted on meeting Ayla. He wanted to be here for her when she went to school two weeks ago, but he couldn’t because of Alpha Alexander. So he wants to make up for it by taking Ayla and me out for dinner.
I don’t have any problem with it, but the broody Alpha won’t agree unless Ayla asks herself.
“Daddy!” Ayla yells delightfully and runs in the opposite direction.
I sigh, straightening up. My eyes move towards the glass wall in front of me. I am wearing a black mini dress with slightly transparent full sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It hugs all my curves and highlights my boobs and ass. I picked it up because I thought something would happen between us after the last time I met Theo.
My cheeks flush as I recall the night in the car with him. I turn around on my heels and face Alpha Alexander, who is speaking to Ayla as she clings to his neck.
“Please, Daddy. Theo is my friend.” My Baby cups his cheeks and gives him a puppy look.
My heart misses a beat when the silver orbs meet my gaze. His eyes narrow and move down the length of my body. I hold my breath as he checks me out and gives an appreciative lick to his lower lip.
“Princess…”
“I will not talk to you.” Ayla cuts in before he can refuse her.
Alpha Alexander’s gaze moves up until we are both staring into each other’s eyes once again. There is no mistaking the animosity behind that intense stare he is giving me.
I still remember the way he punished me with his twisted ways and fingers after I came home from my date with Theo. He had looked at me like this back then, and he had touched me like I was his possession.
My body temperature rises, and so does the tension in the air. I want to yell at him that I don’t belong to him, and he can’t give me this look, which clearly states that I should think before stepping out of his house in the short dress I am wearing, but I don’t.
I let Ayla do the work and gave him my back so I could continue to check myself out in the reflection of the glass wall mindlessly. After a few more moments and a lot of convincing, I hear Alpha Alexander murmuring in agreement.
“You must come home before eleven.”
I face him and keep my lips pressed together until Ayla jumps down from his arms and runs outside.
“What am I? A child under your care?” I huff as soon as Ayla is out of sight and out there, waiting for Theo’s arrival.
His eyes flash blue as he covers the distance between us with a few long strides. My heart wavers in my chest, but I hold my ground.
Alpha Alexander’s musky, raw, masculine scent makes my mouth water when he stops in front of me. His chest brushes mine, causing my nipples to harden under the braless dress.
Damn.
I hate the effect he has on me.
All of a sudden, he hooks his fingers in the dip of my neckline and tugs me in. My body crushes into his hard front. I gasp, lifting my head to meet his unwavering and unrelenting glare.
“No funny business, Layla.” His breaths make my lips tingle.
“What’s funny business to you?” I resist the urge to let my gaze wander to his firm lips.
His hand lets go of my neckline. I am about to sigh in relief, but he cups my right boob and makes me hold my breath instantly. My eyes widen as he tugs at my boob to pull me in again.
I place my hand over him as my wild eyes take in his face. He towers over me, looking as dangerous and as sinful as ever. “Listen to me very carefully, Layla.” He says before dragging the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip.
My thighs clench as I inhale the breath he exhales. His eyes flash blue again, and I find myself getting weak in the knees.
“Unless I am through with you and you are out of my fucking system, you will not touch that fucker.” He leans in, making me crane my neck back so I can maintain intense eye contact.
“If you let him touch you, Layla, I will fucking kill him. Do you get me? I will kill him, and I will rip this tiny dress off of you, and I will fuck you so hard in front of the fucker’s body that the only name you will remember for the rest of your life will be mine.” He threatens in a deep baritone as he squeezes my boob roughly between his hot palm.
My eyes burn with the mixture of anger and lust. I can’t help the heat that pools in my belly and spreads to my toes. I can’t keep my panties from dampening, just like I can’t keep myself from glaring at him.