The Darling Of The Alpha
Chapter 27

Camila Albora

Four years later…

—Camila, are you sure you want to dye your hair?—Questions Valeria for the fifth time in the shopping center, sigh.

—Valeria, it’s just the tip, I don’t see anything wrong with that. —I announce, looking with my eyes at that room that I saw several days ago when I came through these parts.

“Xander will be upset,” she reminds me and locates the living room and then looks at my best friend for several seconds, sighing.

—Valeria, I’m already seventeen years old and I can make my own decisions. “Besides, Xander is far away,” I remind her of the obvious as we walk to the beauty salon.

I haven’t spoken to further.

“Good,” she says when we enter the room where we are served by a dark-skinned girl. She approaches us with a beautiful smile and her hair is cut short to her neck.

—Good morning and welcome to the Fashion Girl salon, —her voice is quite harmonious. —What do you want to do?—She asks us, she smiled at him.

—I want to dye the tip pink. Also for me and my friend a waxing of everything,” I tell her and see how Valeria looks at me with horror, I shrug my shoulder.

The girl smiles openly and takes us to a sofa where they give us coffee to wait for our turn.

—They are in the right place.

(…)

“I hate you Camila,” she reproaches when we leave the room and I can’t help but laugh.

“It wasn’t that bad and the waxing was incredible, look how beautiful my hair turned out,” she said, taking her hand to take her to a lingerie store. I know she likes these things and she has also already infected me with buying some pieces.

Many girls are embarrassed to buy this type of clothing. She was also one of them, but Valeria raised my self-esteem by saying that I have a nice body and that I should wear this type of fabric so that when Xander sees her one day, he will drool over how sexy I will be.

“I can’t deny that your hair was beautiful, but that waxing thing was horrible,” he says and I roll my eyes. We enter the lingerie store, Valeria takes my hand and leads me to the area that I don’t like very much. The one with thongs, I don’t understand how women can handle that little thread stuck in that part of our body, but my best friend loves that and I hate them, but Valeria forces me to take even one home—This one, —she announces, taking some black lace ones. “They are new on the market,” she adds, taking three for herself and one for me.

“They are always new on the market,” I say sarcastically, since for Valeria thongs are something exclusive in her life.

“Okay,” she says with her eyes rolling and after taking the thongs she’s going to buy and she takes me to the lace panties area, I like this area and I feel comfortable when I put on something of that style.

(…)

I leave the bags in the trunk of the car and then proceed to get into the passenger seat, Valeria is now of legal age and can drive although it is obvious that I also know how to drive, but I am not allowed to do so until I have eighteen.

“Carter is waiting for us at my house,” Valeria announces when I put on my seat belt, Carter is Valeria’s older brother who turned out to be gay and well, he became our unconditional friend. He is also great because he is a professional makeup artist, his hands make art on any woman’s face.

Today Valeria, Carter and I will go to a party in Clara’s pack, who has her birthday. She turned out to be a very nice girl, except that like all alphas her ego is huge.

As Clara informed me, Felipe will be at the birthday, since he had gone to Romania a few months ago after our high school graduation and I am glad that he is back, he is a great boy and although he smiles little.

—Well, first we will go to my house to look for some things and then to have lunch with my in-laws, —I say looking at my phone and seeing the message my mother-in-law left me “Come soon someone wants to see you” my mother-in-law is strange, but she is a quite cheerful and youthful woman.

(…)

It took us forty minutes to get to the mansion, I got out of the car and Valeria alike. We take out the bags and leave the ones that contain our dresses for tonight, I feel a tickling in my chest which makes me frown, very carefully we enter the house, I take a deep breath and I smell a strong smell of honey that I will never forget.

“Xander,” I whisper, feeling quite happy.

“What?” Valeria asks confused.

“Xander is here, Valeria,” I let go happily to follow her scent which takes me upstairs to the offices. I burst in to replace the man I love so much staring out the window while he talks on the phone. “It can’t be,” I whisper and he turns to give me one of those beautiful smiles, hangs up the call and opens his arms, I run to him and hang around his neck.

I wrap my legs around his h**s and he holds me tightly to leave my face on his neck inhaling his smell that I miss so much, feeling the heat of his body while my eyes fill with tears of happiness, I can’t believe it.

“My beautiful moon,” I hear him whisper as he walks with me to sit on the couch, I take my face out of his neck to look at his face which has a small beard that gives him the touch of an older man and his beautiful blue eyes which are come tired

“Xander,” he murmured, touching his face and seeing the circles under his eyes while his eyes closed feeling my hand caress him.

“I’m here, my little princess,” he says, taking my hand while he looks at my face. I bring my face close to his and rub my nose with his. “My beautiful moon,” sighing and inhaling, taking in my scent. “I missed your touch, your smell.” and smile,” he adds, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on my hand.

I put my hand to his hair, which is long at the top and which is tied in a small ponytail, I quite like it, I know that she knows it and that’s why she lets it grow.

“Wolf, you’re exhausted,” I whisper, looking at his eyes and the pale color on his face, you can tell he’s weak, it makes me sad to see him that way.

—That happens when he is away from your moon for a long time, since when a werewolf lasts a long time without connecting with his animal form he loses strength, but because I am an alpha king I can last for years without changing, Bruno has a lot of time left and that makes me “It has weakened,” he informs me, taking my hand.

“Why haven’t you let Bruno out?” I ask, looking at our intertwined hands. I can’t help but think that the moon goddess made us to join us for eternity and with this gentle, beautiful and loving man I want to be at his side all my life. side.

“Since we left, he hasn’t wanted to go out because he’s sad for not having you by our side and I’ve also been very busy concentrating on work to be able to be here with you as soon as possible, I’ve done it,” he informs, letting out a sigh.

My poor little wolf must be very exhausted.

“I think you should go to sleep,” I murmur, separating myself from him and standing up, Xander imitates my action and pulls me to his body, I hug him, I still can’t believe it. For a year I have dreamed of this moment in which I would have him here with me again and now I know that the wait has been worth it.

“If you stay the night with me,” he asks, caressing my waist.

“I have to go with Valeria to Clara’s birthday, but I promise to stay until you fall asleep,” I tell her, looking at her blue eyes that I like so much and I missed seeing.

Xander nods and hand in hand we leave the office to go to his room. We enter and I walk to his closet where I take out some pajama pants for this one. I hand it to him and he proceeds to take off his clothes until he’s in his boxers. I look over his body and bite my lips.

He hasn’t changed anything, his strong chest, his arms and his marked abdomen that I like so much remain the same, Xander always exercises and still has the same figure due to his routine.

“Don’t look at me like that, Moon,” he asks, looking at my lips and then putting on his pajama pants.

-That? “Can’t I look?” I ask, moving closer to take the polo shirt that he took off and also pick up his pants to place it on the folded sofa. I take off my clothes until I’m in my panties and bra, listening to a low growl that Xander lets out when he sees me that way, I put on his polo shirt and turn to look at him, realizing that his eyes are a little darker. I know he wants me, but he won’t do anything about it, I approach him and take his hand, I don’t mind being in front of Alpha like this, since I was born for him and I love him. “Come on,” I add, pulling his hand to going to bed.

When we are on the bed I lie down with my back to him and he pulls me by my h**s until I am pressed against his warm body. I sigh, I missed his warmth, I surreptitiously stick my buttock against his crotch, feeling how the part of him reacts to my movement.

Many will think that it is in bad taste that I am seducing Xander where I have seen him for five years, but I am his moon and his destiny partner, we are supposed to be together for all eternity and we will have a lot of time to get to know each other. Furthermore, I have wanted Xander since I was twelve years old and now that I have the opportunity to have him I am not going to waste it, I know that before she was a child and now I am an almost adult girl.

“Camila, don’t do that,” she asks, taking my h*p so that I don’t rub against her again. I turn and look into her blue eyes.

“But I want you,” I whisper, passing my hand over his chest and feeling his skin crawl, his pupils dilate as he feels the smell that emanates from me, I can’t help it and although I know I can hide my scent, I don’t intend to.

“We can’t,” he announces in a hoarse voice, looking into my eyes.

-But why? “Don’t you love me anymore?” I ask, feeling a pang in my heart.

“I love you, my little one, but we can’t do that, you’re a girl, I don’t want to hurt you,” he informs, causing me to frown and feel a kick in the stomach for telling me that I’m still a little girl, I don’t understand why it’s this way. manner.

—Xander, I’m not a girl anymore. I’m seventeen years old and in a week I’ll turn eighteen,” I remind her in case she doesn’t know. “I’m a woman,” I add, looking into her eyes.

“For me you will continue to be my little girl, Camila,” he tells me, releasing a sigh. Angry, she turned her back on me, feeling my eyes burn with the tears I’m holding back—Cami,—she calls me her, but I ignore it, I don’t feel like talking. “Little one,” she whispers, touching my shoulder.

—No, Xander, leave me alone, I don’t want to talk, especially if you continue to treat me as if I were your daughter and not the woman who was born for you.