Scarlett was only three years older than me, yet her daughter was my mate. It was fucking fun when that shit came out in the open. Who would have thought…?
Skyla’s sharp green eyes turned to Kiara.
“Can I use the big knife to cut the cake?” She asked, her eyes sparkling.
“Not the big one. Now, eat your food,” Kiara replied, shaking her head. Skyla pouted with displeasure, and I smirked.
You ain’t getting away with shit when your mama’s around, pup.
Kiara’s hand found mine, and she gave it a squeeze, almost as if she was reassuring herself.
We’ll figure out the note later, but whatever it was, don’t worry about it. I will always fucking protect you and the kids,I said through the link, letting my confidence and reassurance flow through the bond.
She gave me one of those beautiful smiles of hers and nodded, and I knew she was going to be okay. I just hoped that whatever it was, it was no big deal…
Kiara
“Time to cutthe cake!” Mom called, making both Skyla and Kataleya turn in excitement. I smiled. The kids had just spent the last hour playing games, and I thought they were ready for some dessert.
“Oh, I can’t wait!” Skyla exclaimed, skipping over to the cake and pulling her sister along with her. Alejandro picked both up, making them giggle when he kissed their cheeks.
“Daddy’s beard is poky,” Kataleya giggled cutely, patting her dad’s cheek before kissing him.
“Yeah, well, I ain’t going to have a fucking babyface, now, am I?” Alejandro smirked, nudging his cheek against her own, making her giggle.
“Where’s the knife?” Skyla asked. That girl and her love for weapons!
“Here. Now be careful, okay?” I warned her, passing her the knife and placing Kataleya’s hand on top of her sister’s as everyone began singing happy birthday. I kept my hand on top of the girls, guiding it to the cake and helping them slice it before I took the cake and fed them both a piece each, kissing them after I did so. “Happy birthday, my angels,” I whispered, before my eyes met Alejandro’s. He leaned forward, kissing me softly before he turned to the girls in his arms.
“Now, how about you two feed me some cake? Let’s see if it at least tastes any better than it fucking looks.”
“Daddy! It’s pretty! It’s a unicorn cake!” Skyla scolded.
“Yeah, we’re fucking werewolves. Why would you want a cake of an animal that doesn’t exist and one that looks weird as fuck?” Alejandro remarked, allowing them to feed him cake.
“All children would want that cake,” Delsanra added.
“Guys, I wouldn’t mind a cake like that!” Raihana added.
“Actually, I wouldn’t want a cake like that, but then again, I’m not a kid. Right, Del?” Dante asked Delsanra, giving her a charming smirk.
I shook my head. Ever since the first time he saw the white-haired beauty, he had developed an infatuation with her, and despite getting older, that didn’t seem to have vanished- much to the irritation of his cousin Rayhan.
Delsanra was a hybrid witch-demon, and, unlike the rest of us who saw her in her human form, Dante saw her demon form continuously; a form that was so dangerously beautiful, that any unmated wolf wouldn’t be able to deny her beauty when she shifted.
“Right, my churro,” Delsanra replied, squeezing his cheeks.
He pouted, tugging away, despite the blush on his cheek. Rayhan frowned, pulling Delsanra into his arms and making a few of the others chuckle. It was an ongoing thing with them, but I did hope Dante got over it.
I sliced the rest of the cake, passing everyone a plate, and was just about to put a slice of the chocolate cake onto one more plate for Alejandro when his strong arms wrapped around me from behind.
“Not going to feed me, Amore Mio?” His deep seductive voice sent shivers of pleasure through me as his hand caressed my stomach, making a jolt of pleasure go through me.
“Won’t you feed me?” I countered with a pout as I broke a piece of the cake with my fingers, turning in his arms and resisting the urge to sigh as I brushed against the bulge in his pants.
“No, I’d rather fill you up later with something else...” He winked at me before taking hold of my hand and taking the cake from my fingertips.
Dad cleared his throat, shooting him a glare, and I giggled. Nine years together and despite Dad himself being open with PDA, Alejandro’s no filter mouth was a bit too much for him. I loved it. I liked how dirty my man got. I bit my lip, my stomach knotting as he slowly licked my fingers, not giving a care for Dad’s intense glare of disapproval.
