The Darling Of The Alpha
Chapter 9

Xander Cohen

I wake up startled to hear my little moon sobbing, I look at her face bathed in tears and decide to wake her from her nightmare.

“Little girl, wake up,” he murmured, moving her and making her wake up. Her eyes scanned the room until she looked at me. She quickly hugged me by her neck.

“Harm mommy,” she whispers, scared and trembling. I decide to turn on the light and look at my table clock, which is 2:30 in the morning. I caressed her small back to calm her sobbing, poor girl of hers.

Sigh.

“Shh… Who wants to hurt them?” I ask, picking her up to leave her on my lap and rock her to calm her.

“Moustlo,” she whispers, looking into her eyes, showing me how afraid she is of him. “He has a blind eye and they are bad…” she adds, snuggling in my arms.

Vampires, I guess she brings back nightmares of the day her mother was killed in front of her.

“They won’t hurt you little one, I’m here to always protect you,” I tell her and give her a k**s on the forehead. “You know when I had nightmares, my mother gave me warm milk,” I whisper, catching her attention. “Let’s go to the kitchen to look for a little,” I propose to which she agrees.

He took her in his arm and left the room straight to the kitchen.

When we are in the kitchen I turn on the lights, I don’t need light to see but my moon will feel more comfortable with them on. She left Camila on the counter and then walked to the refrigerator where I took out the milk, which I poured into special microwave glasses, put the white liquid to heat and looked for some cookies to accompany it.

From one moment to the next, loud howls are heard but this is not a warning but rather that a guest has arrived, my father has a meeting of alphas in three days and those who live furthest from the pack arrive today and tomorrow.

“Are they wolves?” The little girl asks, to which I turn and nod at her answer. “Are they bad like the ones in the little hood?” She asks scared, I approach her and she smiles.

“Little girl, wolves aren’t bad,” I say, caressing her cheek to which she nods. I’ll have to show Bruno so he stops saying we’re bad.

What kind of story do they read to these children?

I hear the sound of the microwave and go straight to take out the milk which I leave aside on the counter so that it cools a little.

“Tomorrow I’ll show you Bruno,” she commented and she looked at me confused. “It’s my wolf,” she murmurs and I watch as she opens her eyes in surprise.

—Do you have a hair?—She asks me to which I frown.

“I’m not a dog,” Bruno blurts out in my mind, letting out a growl that makes him growl, causing the little girl to startle.

“No little one, I’m not a dog, I’m a wolf,” I clarify. —And don’t say that Bruno is a dog, he doesn’t like it, —I add to which she nods, she took the milk which is warm, I placed the cookie jar next to my moon and gave her her glass with the white liquid. .

(…)

I open my eyes when I feel some touches on my nose that cause it to wrinkle, I hear someone next to me laugh and I turn my face to replace my moon who looks at me with a wide smile.

“What a nice way to wake up,” Bruno sighs like a teenager in love.

“It’s the best way,” I reply to close the link and pay attention to my mischievous moon.

In a quick movement I hold her and begin to tickle her.

—No!—He Screams laughing while I continue tickling him—Xandel!—He Screams while kicking for me to leave her.

I stop the tickling to look at her face, red from lack of air.

“Good morning princess,” he greeted tenderly.

“It’s bad,” he says, touching my nose, what an obsession to itch my nose.

“You started it,” I remind her, pulling me to one side of her. Camila takes advantage of this to sit on my abdomen, looking at me with a frown.

“You didn’t let me go to the bathroom,” she tells me to which I look at her confused. “You were acting angry,” she adds and begins to growl, causing me to let out a laugh.

“Liar, your nose will grow like Pinocchio,” I tell her and touch her nose causing her to wrinkle it.

“Oh no,” she contradicts, to which I arch one of my eyebrows and touch her ribs, causing her to laugh and throw herself to the side. I look at the clock on my nightstand and it’s eight in the morning.

“What are you doing up so early?” I ask him, confused.

“They were knocking on the door,” he announces.

“Who was he?” she asked.

“Ela nana,” he murmurs and quickly gets out of bed to go to some of the furniture in my room from which he takes some bags that he had not seen until now. “I’m leaving this,” she adds, trying to climb onto the bed but she can’t because she’s very tall and she’s small. I try not to laugh when she looks at me with a tender pout and I help her up. “Glacias,” she thanks, she begins to take out some clothes from the bags, among them is a beautiful pink dress, a child’s toothbrush, and some flat-heeled ankle boots. brown, girl’s underwear, a bathing suit, a girl’s personal hygiene product, a towel and some objects to be able to comb her hair—Pala, who are they?—She asks me confused, making me smile.

“It’s for you little one,” I announce to which she opens her eyes in surprise, Nana is quite special, without telling her she already has everything ready.

-All this? —She questions happily to which I nod and she squeals happily taking her dress, it seems like she likes it.

“And there’s even more to go, little one, today we’ll go buy clothes for you,” I tell her, to which she applauds excitedly.

—And a tiala?—She asks me what at first I don’t understand what she’s talking about until Bruno explains to me: —Will you

also buy her one of those tiaras that princesses wear,—she surprises me.

“Oh, right,” I reply.

—She is our moon and she is also the princess of the wolves and future queen for being our mate,” Bruno announces, closing the link.

“Of course princess… you will have a beautiful tiara,” I murmur, I already know where I can get my little one’s tiara.

In the mansion we have a place where the royal treasures are, there is my crown, Mimy’s tiara and other family jewels.

—Yes!—He shouts.

“Now we have to take a bath, since we have to go down to breakfast to meet the new guest,” I say, handing him the swimsuit and getting out of bed. “Go in there and put that on,” I ask, pointing to the swimsuit and then the door to my closet, Camila nods and enters while I go into the other room to prepare the Jacuzzi.