The Darling Of The Alpha
Chapter 3

Xander Cohen

—Xander! —My mother screams at my beautiful sister when they see me get off the private plane. Finally being close to them, I open my arms and they throw themselves at me like little girls.

I return the affectionate hug with a wide smile, since I haven’t seen them in a long time.

“I missed them a lot,” I murmur, leaving a k**s on the cheek of my mother and sister, I look behind them to see if I catch a glimpse of my father, but I don’t see him anywhere. “And dad?” —I ask and at the same time I frown in confusion.

—He had to go to the emergency company… you know it hasn’t been very good. So your father can’t handle all that and the charges of the pack at the same time… —my mother comments.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

—I’m here to give you a hand and solve all this problem that has been created by my absence.

This whole company problem began when it decided to look for my moon, which I still haven’t found, since before my father took care of her and I managed all the affairs of the pack, taking control as alpha king.

“We’re sorry you haven’t found your mate Xadri yet,” my sister murmurs, touching my shoulder and telling me that silly nickname she gave me when we were kids. —But… only the goddess will know the right moment for you to appear, —my little Mimy comforts me.

“That’s right son, only the goddess will know the right moment,” my mother seconds, looking at me with affection and a comforting smile on her lips.

Sigh.

“I hope the goddess is not late,” I announce to get into the car, since I have heard stories of alphas who take centuries to replace her.

(…)

An hour of driving and the car stops at the entrance of the mansion, the driver gets out and opens the car door for us, like a true gentleman I help my sister and mother get out of the car while the driver takes care of getting out my suitcases and then take them to my room with the help of the house staff.

—Xander! —My best friend since childhood shouts when he sees me enter the mansion.

—Parker!—I shout the same and we hug with the typical taps on the back.

Parker is more than my friend, he is my party partner in adolescence and adulthood, my confidant, my brother and also my beta and brother-in-law, because he is my sister’s mate, I wanted to kill him when he told me, but then I realized realize that Mimy was in good hands.

“It’s good that you’re here, she was already about to take a plane and go look for you in the United States,” she announces in a dramatic tone.

I put my eye white.

—It’s not that big of a deal, it was only five years. —I remember him shrugging my shoulders.

“Five years and I see you thinner,” my nana scolds, leaving the kitchen with a cloth in hand. I quickly approach and give her a hug, lifting her into the air. “By the goddess, child!” —He shouts to which I let out a laugh.

“You don’t know how much I miss your desserts, Nana,” I tell her when I leave her on the floor to which she looks at me indignantly. “You, too, of course…” I add immediately before she pulls my ears.

I may be the king’s son, but my nanny is like my second mother and she has every right to scold me and pull my ears when I do something wrong, it doesn’t bother me.

“You better,” she mutters, pointing her finger at me and narrowing her eyes, causing wrinkles to form in them. “I made you your favorite dessert,” she tells me, to which I applaud like a little child, causing everyone to laugh.

He smiled, happy to be home again, I missed this special warmth and the love that my family gives me so much.

(…)

I left the bathroom with only a pair of short sports pants and then headed towards my father’s office, which I heard arriving while he was taking a shower.

When I am at the door I hear him say come in without even knocking.

—Do you know that it is forbidden to use our wolf senses at home? —I ask when I’m inside his office to which he looks up from his papers and then gets up from his seat and approaches me.

“I’m the alpha king,” he says arrogantly and then lets out a laugh in which I join him and we give each other an affectionate hug. “It’s good that you’re here, I feel like I’ve aged a hundred years with all this work,” he adds, releasing a frustrated sigh when he separates from me.

I look at him carefully and I can see the black marks under his light blue eyes. My father is a three hundred and thirty-four year old werewolf, very well preserved, since in plain sight he

Among humans, he is fifty-five, but I could even say that he is younger because of his well-built body, his black hair only has a few gray hairs.

“Tomorrow, if you want, I’ll take care of the pack,” I propose, taking a seat in front of him, who sits in his place behind his desk.

“No, son, tomorrow I want you to be at the company and I’ll tell you about the deficit they have there,” he asks, handing me a folder. “I think someone is stealing from us and I want you to replace out who is responsible for that.” “Him,” he adds as you close your hands into fists and his eyes turn red from the anger he feels.

“Calm down,” I murmur, taking his hand and looking him straight in the eyes. If it were someone else looking at him this way, he would already be kneeling on the floor with his head bowed in submission, but since I’m an alpha king, Just like him or a little more powerful, his power has no effect on me. “I will discover who the traitors are and we will throw them in prison,” he added.

He passes a hand over his face, lets out a sigh, I watch as his eyes take on their usual color and he nods his head. From here I can smell the smell of my mother approaching and the sound of her heels down the hallway. Surely he felt my father’s momentary anger, he lifted me from my seat at the same moment that the door opened with my mother’s worried face.

-What’s happening? —She asks worriedly, approaching my father and looking at both of us.

“Nothing… just problems that I will soon take care of solving,” I announce.

I place a k**s on my mother’s forehead and then take the report I need to be more informed about what is happening in the company.

“Have a happy night,” I add.

“Rest, son,” my parents murmur to which I nod and leave the office to go to my room to leave the report and put on a sleeveless polo shirt, a pair of sports shoes so I can walk through the pack, I have always liked walking around the streets. nights in the center of this, since everything is silent.

When I am ready I leave the house and begin to walk directly to the entrance of the mansion, I greet Gregori, the person in charge of the house guard, who bows and opens the doors for me to go out on my night tour.

(…)

After spending more than thirty minutes touring the herd, I decide to return home, but not before making a special stop with a friend. When I am standing in front of the door I raise my hand to press the doorbell but it opens before I can touch it, I look at Angelica who is dressed in a black lingerie set covered by a simple pink silk robe.

“I knew you’d come,” she purrs to which I smirk and walk into her house as if it were my own.

“That’s good to know,” I say hoarsely as I close the door and corner her against it. She quickly rubs herself against my crotch and I remove the silk robe, revealing her large breasts covered by a black lace bra.

We don’t need to talk much because she knows what I’m looking for every time I come to her house or call her to spend a few nights with her. I totally don’t have mate and she doesn’t have it either.

How do I know she doesn’t have mate if she lasts five years outside the pack?

Well, simple, if she had mate she wouldn’t be touching me, rubbing against my crotch and above all, she wouldn’t be waiting for me in lingerie.

“You don’t know how glad I am that you’re back, I was already bored,” she murmurs as she takes out my polo shirt and runs her pink-painted nails over my chest. “I was in need of a man who knows what I like in bed,” she purrs, introducing her hand in my sports pants until she has my p***s in her hand and begins to caress her with desire.

Her words only confirm to me that she was sleeping with more men and that matters very little to me, she is absolutely nothing of mine.

She’s just a woman who I f**k with when I’m frustrated or eager to f**k like I am right now, tired from the trip and this is one of the best ways to get rid of stress and think clearly.

“Silence… you should use that mouth for other things, like eating what you touch instead of talking about unimportant matters,” I suggest, tired of his chatter to which I’m not even paying attention.

I just want to f**k her and go to sleep at home, relaxed and be able to endure the shitty day I’ll have tomorrow.

—As prince orders.