The Darling Of The Alpha
Chapter 12

Xander Cohen

“As always, the escorts will be undercover and watching from afar so as not to bother you,” Carlos announces when he parks in front of the shopping center, where I seat him and help my princess get out of the Jeep.

“We won’t see each other for two or three hours,” I comment to which he makes a gesture with his hands, he took my little moon’s hand to begin walking towards the center, I hope I don’t die trying to buy him clothes.

Being inside on my way to a store where he sells girls’ clothes, how do I know? Because in the showcases I only see clothes for girls. I enter the place and suddenly one of the workers approaches me.

-How can I help you? —He questions in a flirtatious voice to which I try to avoid rolling my eyes and looking rude.

“I want for my princess, shoes, dresses, underwear, slippers, coats, scarves, hats, blouses, outfits, swimsuits and anything else she asks for,” I announce looking at my little girl who is looking at all the princess dresses. , I see that this will be something easy.

“How pretty her daughter is,” she says and I immediately frown.

“She’s not my daughter,” I reply almost in a growl, passing by her before she says another idiotic thing. —Could I already find what I asked for? Or do I have to go to another store?—I question with a serious voice and drawing the attention of other women who are with her daughters and also of some store workers.

“No sir, I’ll bring what you asked for right away,” she announced, leaving in terror, taking a seat and sitting my little girl next to me.

Within minutes she arrives with what I ordered and we measure each clothing for Camila, and she always gives her opinion of her. She said which she liked and which she didn’t, it was incredible to see the way in which she alone chose what she wanted even though the woman wanted to put her in clothes that she didn’t like.

(…)

After an hour I leave the store with my hands full of bags, but from the moment I cross the door my security guards are in charge of taking them and taking them to the car while I continue my tour with Camila through the shopping center.We stopped by a game store and I bought her some dolls, she also wanted a tiara but I told her there was already one for her at home.

“It’s the sleeping beauty’s dress,” she points out when we pass another store where they sell only dresses.

“Come on,” I say to take her in my arm, because she’s probably tired from walking so much. We enter the store and the same thing happens as the previous one, one of the workers approaches me and flirts with me. “Miss, I just want that dress,” I point out before she says something that is out of my mind.

“She has good taste,” she says, to which I don’t respond.

“And I also want those two,” I point to another pair because Camila can’t stop looking at those dresses, I think her closet will burst with everything I bought her.

-Anything else?”She,” she questions suggestively after having searched for her dresses. “Isn’t your princess any more?” he questions with a pout on his mouth to which I frown. “Where does this girl come up with these ideas?” I wonder. -Why do you say that? —I asked her looking into her eyes. “Polka you have a girlfriend,” I raise my eyebrows and she looks away. I direct my gaze to the place where Camila is looking and it is the store where we were minutes before. “She’s jealous,” Bruno says over the link. “I think so,” he murmured, looking at my moon and closing the link.

“No,” I responded dryly and walking with her behind me towards the box where Camila is trying to get out of my arms, I look at her and place her on the floor. “What’s wrong, little one?” —I ask this one, she doesn’t look at me and crosses her arm. “And now what the hell did I do?” I think as I watch her frown, I pay for her dress and take the bags they give me.

She took Camila’s hand and left that store, she still hasn’t spoken to me, I walk over to a bench and sit down on it.

I let out a sigh and looked at Camila.

“What’s wrong little one?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she answers.

“Don’t be a pinocchio,” I say, touching her nose where the wrinkle is.

“Of course I don’t have a girlfriend,” I say. “My only love is a small, beautiful girl with blonde hair, bipolar and spoiled,” he added, taking her in his arms and leaving a k**s on her cheek, which made her blush. “You will always be my beautiful princess,” I tell her to which she smiles happily.

(…)

“I have ice cream,” Camila asks, pulling my hand towards the ice cream parlor, with a pout on her lips.

“Little girl, you shouldn’t eat sweets because your tummy will hurt later,” I reprimand, looking into her eyes and seeing how they crystallize. “Shit” was the word that crossed my mind when I heard her sob. I quickly crouched down to be next to her height—Don’t cry Cami, I’ll buy you ice cream, okay? —I released, removing the tear that rolls down her cheek.

Three seconds later, her face lights up with a radiant smile that causes me to look at her in astonishment. By the goddess, I have a manipulative moon.

“Correction… we have a little pampering,” Bruno murmurs, releasing a sigh to which I join him.

-Yeah! —She screams, raising her fists in the air. “Oh moon goddess!”I exclaimed in my mind as I took the little girl in my arm and began my way to the ice cream parlor.

(…)

“It hurts,” Camila complains, touching her stomach.

“I warned you,” she whispered as she placed warm cloths on her forehead. It turns out that the ice cream she ate gave her stomach pains and to top it all off she caught a cold.

“It was the fleasas,” she whimpers.

So and now she also says that it was the strawberry ice cream’s fault, since she ate several of those.

“No… I told you not to eat sweets and you didn’t listen to me,” I scold and remove the cloth from her forehead to cover her with some blankets that my nanny brought.

A few hours ago she brought the doctor and he just gave me some syrups because colds are normal in human children. Not wolves, we get sick, much less puppies, we are immune to those human things.

Humans are weak that’s why I will always take care of my moon. Although I know that this will not be a common human because the hunter’s b***d runs through her.

I look at my moon and she is already asleep, these days she will sleep in my room until hers is ready and from now on I hope she no longer has that cold, I lie down next to her and hug her to give her warmth and to feel his smell.

“I want my moon to know me,” Bruno asks for the link.

“Tomorrow… and it’s our moon, not yours,” I scold him to which he grunts and closes the link.

I just hope that my moon is not afraid of us, with that thought I plunge into the darkness.