The Darling Of The Alpha
Chapter 22

Camila Albora

I can’t help but smile when Xander touches my nose, I love that he does it since I was little.

“My moon, forgive me, it’s my birthday,” she murmurs, looking at me with the eyes of a scolded puppy and with a pout.

“Sometimes I don’t think you’re as old as you say you are,” I say, rolling my eyes, he smiles showing off his perfect white teeth. I love his smile and the best thing of all is that I am the only person he smiles at that way. “I forgive you only on one condition,” I add, getting serious.

“Which one?” He asks, looking at me happy.

“Well, actually there are several,” I comment and he frowns. When he’s about to speak I raise my hand so he doesn’t say anything. “First of all I want you to let me play with Bruno, I haven’t played with him for two months now because you stopped.” all the time in your office… second I want you to let me go camping with Valeria, her parents invited me and I want to go, third and most importantly I want you to give me another k**s like the one this morning, – I say this last in a I whisper and feeling my cheeks turn red, he looks at me surprised for a few minutes.

“Little girl, I promise to fulfill the first and second ones, but I don’t think I’ll fulfill the third one because I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers, touching my hair and I look down.

“Didn’t I do it right?” I ask in a whisper, feeling bad for having ruined my first k**s. He lifts my face and looks at me seriously.

—How can you say that little one? “He” questions. For me it was the best k**s in the world, you make me the happiest man of all just by listening to you talk, smile and even with your tantrums you make me happy,” he told me and smiled and then pouted.

“I love you Xander,” he murmurs and smiles openly as his eyes shine with happiness.

“I love you too, my little moon,” he reveals, leaving a chaste k**s on my lips that makes my blush grow stronger.

“Camilaaaa…” Crazy Valeria enters through the door. “Oh… sorry, I didn’t know you were accompanied, alpha,” she adds, greeting Xander with the typical bow.

“I already told you that you can call me by my name Valeria,” Xander reminds her, rolling his eyes and standing up. “Well, I’ll leave you and don’t take too long getting ready,” he adds and leaves, but not before leaving a k**s on my cheek, he ruffles Valeria’s hair and she growls, glaring at him. I let out a laugh and hear Xander’s laugh as he closes the door.

“If she had my canines she’d be left without a hand,” he protests, dropping a bundle on my couch. “And don’t even laugh, my bad friend,” he reproaches me, pouting.

“Shall we get it together or do I tell you the new gossip?” I ask, knowing the answer, she quickly locks the door and takes my hand to fall into bed with me.

—Aren’t you a virgin anymore? “Bad friend, you got ahead of me,” she tells me, raising and lowering her eyebrows, causing me to turn red.

-No! By the goddess Valeria! —I scream and she laughs, she hits him with the pillow to make him shut up. “Only this morning I got my period for the first time and I also had my first k**s,” I whisper, listening to how she stops laughing.

“No shit, you already went from a girl to a woman and you already had your first k**s,” she says, listing with her fingers. “That’s great!” She screams. “Me too…” she murmurs after a few seconds.

“What?” I ask, confused by her words, sitting in Indian form.

“While I was showering to come here, I got off and in training I kissed Tomy,” he whispers the last thing and my mouth is open, since Tomy is a very attractive seventeen-year-old boy, tall, strong, with a dark complexion. and with honey eyes that make any hormonal teenager fall in love with him, but he is also a jerk, arrogant, a womanizer, stupid and a complete brainless person who thinks with his head down.

“By the goddess Valeria!” I exclaim.

“I couldn’t help it, he cornered me and kissed me,” she complains.

“I swear I’ll break his balls in the next training session for being a bastard son of a bitch,” I say and I hope Xander never hears me saying rude things. “Well, I think it’s time to get ready.”

Xander Cohen

“What do I mean I’ll have to go on a trip?” I ask my father frustrated and looking at him with a frown.

“Yes, son… you must travel to the seven companies we have,” he murmurs. “It’s something you must do out of obligation, since I can’t take charge of the company, you must go and spend twelve or six months in each of them depending on how it is.” “Everything,” he adds, looking at me seriously.

—But what will I do with my moon? —I ask running a hand through my hair.

—The best thing will be for her to stay here and continue studying. Besides, when Camila comes back she will be a real woman,” he announces but that doesn’t console me at all, I don’t want to be far from my moon but I also can’t abandon the company that has been in my family for centuries.

“When do I have to go?” I ask him, letting out a defeated sigh.

“In the next week,” he answers.

—I will try to return before I am seven years old. —That’s the only thing I say to leave the office and go straight to my room to look for more appropriate clothes for my birthday, which instead of bringing joy is only making me sad.

(…)

I watch as Camila comes down the stairs, wearing a beautiful pale pink dress which shapes her h**s and shows how well exercised her body is. Although my little girl is only twelve years old, she looks more like a seventeen-year-old girl, with her blonde hair. held in a high ponytail and on her head the beautiful tiara that I gave to her ten year old because the other one no longer fit, with a smile she approaches me and I wrap her in my arms to breathe in her beautiful smell that makes Bruno purr. that’s why.

“You are beautiful, my moon,” I tell her and she smiles and then says thank you. “Princess, would you do me the honor of dancing this piece with me?” I ask, making a bow, which she gives me and returns, accepting my hand.

Everyone opens space to let us dance, I place my hand on her waist and she puts hers on my shoulders. Still at a slow pace we begin to dance, it doesn’t take long when there are other couples dancing next to us.

(…)

At 1:30 in the morning and all the guests have left, I go up with Camila to my room.

“I want you to sleep here today,” I ask, entering the closet and taking out one of my shirts, which he handed to Camil and took a pair of sweatpants for me.

“Okay, but let me go get my gift,” she asks and leaves the room, so I take off my clothes and put on my tracksuit pants. Camila comes back in with her gift in hand and with my shirt on.

“Come on,” I murmur, taking her hand and guiding her to the bed, I lie down on my back and as is my little girl’s habit since she was a little girl, she sits straddling my abdomen, hands me the gift and I open it to find an album. .

She smiled when the first thing I see on the cover is a photo of me and her hugging.

“I took the trouble to fill it out because I know you hardly have time to go and develop the images,” she comments when I open the album and see that it is complete.

There are many photos of me and Camila. In some I am alone like a photo in which I am in my office looking out the large window at the city and others where I am eating my favorite food, I cannot deny that the little girl has an excellent hand with photography.

“Thank you little one, I loved your gift,” I murmur sincerely, caressing her cheek, I feel a hint of sadness when I realize that I will have to be gone for a long time in a week. “Camila, there is something I have to tell you,” I whisper after a few minutes sitting down. in bed which leads to Camila feeling astride me.

“Mmm…” He makes a sound of affirmation with his mouth to get her to continue.

“I’ll have to go on a trip in a week,” I comment and see how her smile fades.

—How many days do you plan to last? —She asks in a whisper while I continue stroking her hair.

—That’s what makes me sad, little one, since I could last five or seven years on this trip.