“He’s right,” Elijah added.
“But we all know that height doesn’t matter,” Scarlett interceded.
“But, Mama, I heard Raven talking to Taylor, and they said size matters,” Azura added.
I almost choked on my fucking drink, clearing my throat and smirking as I looked at the couple across from me. Both exchanged looks.
“Guess size matters, huh?” I mocked. Scarlett, who looked a little shocked, smoothly covered up her surprise and took a bite of her pizza.
“Well, I’m sure they were talking about something else,” Scarlett tried to cover up as Elijah simply shook his head, a small smirk on his face.
“No, they were talking about Liam and Zack,” Azura frowned. “It’s okay. I’ll ask them when I go back.”
“I don’t think Aunty Raven should say size matters when she’s so tiny herself,” Skyla giggled.
“Okay, let’s change this topic,” Scarlett stated.Yeah, I’m sure no one wants to fucking imagine their son’s dick size.
I kept my hand on Kataleya’s plate as she ate, and I noticed something sticking out of her pyjama pocket. It was a dark piece of fabric. I reached for it, but to my surprise, she quickly grabbed my hand.
“That’s mine, Daddy!” She exclaimed, fear filling her eyes. Instantly, I felt like there was something wrong. Did it have some magic on it or something that she was told to keep close to her?
“Let me just have a look at it, angel,” I replied quietly.
“Can I have it back after?” She asked hesitantly, fat tears beginning to spill down her face.
“Yeah, I fucking promise.”If it’s safe.
She slowly took it out and clutched it tightly, still unwilling to give it up.
“Please save him, Daddy. His papa hurt him,” she began to sob as Scarlett rushed over, taking the plate from us and crouching down next to me as she stroked Kataleya’s hair.
“It’s okay, baby, you can keep it. Who is he?” She asked soothingly. That kid she mentioned outside that fucking place…
“Enrique. He was the bad Alpha’s son. He gave me food.” She began crying uncontrollably, and I hugged her tight as Scarlett rubbed her back, looking upset despite masking it well. There were similarities between her and Kiara, but Scarlett definitely hid her emotions better.
“Okay, I won’t take it from you. It’s going to be okay,” I murmured as the two young girls opposite exchanged looks, worry and concern replacing the amusement from earlier.
“Why would he help you?” Dante asked, despite his state. His eyes were sharp as he questioned her.
“He didn’t say,” Kataleya sobbed.
“She said earlier when we were there that he was around Dante’s age or a bit older,” I said quietly to Elijah and Scarlett. Scarlett’s eyes were filled with concern and worry. I knew it was for the pup. Kataleya may have some answers, but I couldn’t ask her.
“You can’t trust the enemy, Kat,” Dante said firmly, his eyes cold.
“But when there was shouting, he’s the one who hurried to unlock the basement door. He didn’t know the fire couldn’t hurt me… he said to me my family had come for me and to go outside quickly…” she whimpered.
So… this fucker had helped her…
“The day he gave me food, his papa found out, and Enrique told him to punish him. The guard at the door said if the young alpha prince died, it would be my fault. Then, when he unlocked the basement door, he was still unable to walk properly. I saw the marks on his neck...” Dante scoffed.
“Alpha prince. His father is no king, and nor is he a prince.”
“Dante…” I warned.
Arrogance and pride were two traits that Dante definitely had, but as much as I agreed with him that the man was no fucking king, I would not allow him to upset Kataleya, who clearly had been treated with some humanity by the fucker’s pup. Although I didn’t like any boy being nice to my girl… I was glad she hadn’t been fucking alone. That kid had done more for her than I ever could have within those walls…
“Okay, let’s finish our pizza and not argue,” Elijah said, glancing at the irritated Dante.
