“Daddy…”
“You won’t come, Weo?” I ask, turning to him and giving him the best innocent face that I can muster. I so hope it works… Please do not be immune like Mama!
He looks at me as I stare back doe-eyed, my lips set in a downwards pout. His eyes flash as he narrows them.
That doesn’t fucking work on me, his arrogant voice comes through the link. Damnit.
Oh? That’s okay, because although I’m never enough for you, I seem to be enough for your body, I taunt, my innocent expression replaced by a seductive one. I slowly run my tongue along my lips, smirking when he swallows, his gaze dipping to my lips. His nostrils flare and his eyes flash.
See? I turn my back on him before he can even reply. One point to me!
“Winona, show Azura to one of the rooms upstairs so she can get ready, too. We don’t have long, and I know women take pretty long.”
“Right away, Alpha.” Winona smiles before she takes my dress bag from Marcel and motions for me to follow.
I don’t bother looking back at Leo, feeling his gaze burn into me before I leave the room. I’m not sure why Marcel is throwing this dinner party, and although I had made it clear to him earlier that Leo wants nothing to do with me, he doesn’t seem to get it. Well, there is nothing I can do about that, I guess. I will just enjoy all the delicious food tonight and not think about anythingelse.
Winona instantly forces me to go shower, saying I have paint all over, which I do. Alone in the shower, my mind drifts to everything else that is going on. Judah is gone, Song is safe, although she is still recovering in the hospital. I feel light, relieved, and content. He will never be able to bother me again. I feel relieved that he is gone. Everything will be okay now, right?
I guess… after the visit to Alejandro’s pack, I will return home… which means before I leave, I will need to ask Leo what he wants to do regarding the baby. Will he want to set up a day every week or month that he wants to see him or her? Then again, he’s a busy man…
What should I do? I mean even though he doesn’t want me in his life, I want him in this child’s life. When I was younger, I always used to say that once you mess with the devil, there’s no escape… but it is obvious that if I want him, I am going to have to be the one to break down those walls. Do I want him?
He can go fuck himself. Ass.
I sigh, running my hand over my stomach. I can feel the slight curve to my stomach now. If it hasn’t already gotten out by now, I guess it will any day now…
I step out of the shower, drying my hair with a towel before I wrap it around myself and enter the bedroom. My face lights up when I see Song sitting on the bed as both she and Winona stop talking and turn to look at me.
“Song!” I rush over, pouncing on her and crushing her in a hug.
“Hey, ow, ow…”
“Shit, sorry, I forgot you’re hurt!” I quickly get off her, only for Winona to chuckle.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Alpha Marcel needs me downstairs. Someone will pop in to do your hair and make-up soon,” she says with a small smile.
“My hair and make-up?” I ask. She pauses at the door andlooks over her shoulder at me.
“Of course. Alpha Marcel insisted that you have everything you need.”
The door shuts and I look at Song, planting my hands on my hips.
“What were you two discussing?”
“I don’t know, but… check the dress out…” She tilts her head towards the bed next to her, and my gaze falls on the top dress bag.
Unzipping it, I stare at the stunning dress that is inside. Somehow… this doesn’t feel like just any ordinary dinner party. Hmm, what is Marcel planning? He and Corrado, together thrown in with Winona, mean trouble. And although the Westwood Devil can handle trouble… I’m not so sure about a cherub, an angel, and an Alpha with a wish… Goddess, these three really are trying to get Leo and me together…
I tilt my head, an idea popping into my head. Well, even if they are just hoping for something that will never happen, I can’t throw out the chance to torture Leo. I mean sure, I am not as hot as Nikki, but thanks to the mate bond, he is attracted to me.
“Oh, you’re up to something…” Song replies, smiling slightly.
“Hmm, maybe…”
“Tell me what’s going through that naughty brain of yours…”
“I’m just thinking I might take a note out of Mama’s book, and show Little Alpha exactly how a Westwood woman rocks the colour red…”
Tonight, I plan to be the devil in red, and I will make the most of the mate bond to mess with him.
Oh, Little Weo, you are so damn screwed.
A Call
Leo
She played me fucking dirty and left. But despite the fucking beast she awoke within me, it was her words that really got to me.
Although I’m not enough for you… If I wasn’t half as stubborn as I fucking am, I would have told her the truth that that shit ain’t true… but, that’s all there fucking is to it.
I feel lighter getting that over with, and it reminds me of the past when I at least had my father. It’s just a shame it’s too late for all of that to be back. Right? I am delaying… I know I am far past the stage of Kiara being able to help me, but I don’t think I want to hear it. Even if I already know the truth.
I push the thought away thinking back to the moment between Azura and Corrado. Corrado has only ever said ‘I love you’ to three people before now: Dad, Winona, and me. It hit hard… he has taken to her. I don’t need any more fucking signs that she is meant for me.
That hatred I felt… even the word Elites… it all seems so fucking far in the past…
I walk to the bottom of the garden of the mansion and pull out my phone.
Time to ring Alejandro. I smoke my cigarette while looking down at my phone. Although I don’t want to hear his cocky comebacks right now, I can’t delay it. I find his number and hit call. He answers after a few rings.
“Leo.” His voice is level, yet it is obvious he is happy to get this damn call.
“Alejandro,” I reply.
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