The Darling Of The Alpha – Chapter 27

Camila Albora

Four years later…

—Camila, are you sure you want to dye your hair?—Questions Valeria for the fifth time in the shopping center, sigh.

nce, looking with my eyes at that room that I saw several days ago when I came through these parts.

e my own decisions. “Besides, Xander is far away,” I remind her of the obvious as we walk to the beauty salon.

to further.

ark-skinned girl. She approaches us with a beautiful smile and her hair is cut short to her neck.

im.

aleria looks at me with horror, I shrug my shoulder.

where they give us coffee to wait for our turn.

hey are in the right

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m and I can’t help but laugh.

have a nice body and that I should wear this type of fabric so that when Xander sees her one day, he will drool over how sexy I will be.

eria forces me to take even one home—This one, —she announces, taking some black lace ones. “They are new on the market,” she adds, taking three for herself and one for me.

rket,” I say sarcastically, sin

” she says with her eyes rolling and after taking the thongs she’s going to buy and she takes me

(…)

ed to do so until I have eighteen.

ay and well, he became our unconditional friend. He is also great because he is a professional makeup artist, his hands make art on any woman’s face

r and I will go to a party in Clara’s pack, who has her birthday. She turned out to be a very nice girl

e smiles little.

in-laws, —I say looking at my phone and seeing the message my mother-in-law left me “Come soon someone wants to see you” my mother-in-law is strange, but she is a quite cheerful and youthful woman.

(…)

e a deep breath and I smell a strong smell of honey that I will never forget.

r, feeling quite happy.

ks confused.

and he turns to give me one of those beautiful smiles, hangs up the call and opens his arms, I run to him and hang around his neck.

ips and he holds me tightly to leave my face on his neck inhaling his smell that I miss so much, feeling the heat of his body wh

whisper as he walks with me to sit on the couch, I take my face out of his neck to

his eyes while his eyes closed feeling my hand caress him.

taking in my scent. “I missed your touch, your smell.” and smile,” he adds, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on my hand.

hich is long at the top and which is tied in a small ponytail, I quite like it, I know that she knows it and that’s why she lets it grow.

weak, it makes me sad to see him that way.

that makes me “It has weakened,” he informs me, taking my hand.

e us to join us for eternity and with this gentle, beautiful and loving man I want to be at his side all my life. side.

ed to go out because he’s sad for n

My poor little wolf must be very exhau

nd pulls me to his body, I hug him, I still can’t believe it. For a year I have dreamed of this moment in which I would have him here with me again and now I know that the wait has been worth it.

he asks, caressing my waist.

stay until you fall asleep,” I tell her, looking at her blue eyes that I like so much and I missed seeing.

pants for this one. I hand it to him and he proceeds to take off his clothes until he’s in his boxers. I look over his body and bite my

ises and still has the same figure due to his routine.

is pajama pants.

ut it, I approach him and take his hand, I don’t mind being in front of Alpha like this, since I was born for him and I love him. “Come on,” I add, pulling his hand to going to bed.

nst his warm body. I sigh, I missed his warmth, I surreptitiously stick my buttock against his crotch, feeling how the part of him reacts t

to waste it, I know that before she was a child and now I am an almost adult girl.

ng my hip so that I don’t rub against her again. I

anates from me, I can’t help it and although I know I can hide my scent, I don’t intend to.

oice, looking into my eyes.

’t you love me anymore?” I ask, fe

one, but we can’t do that, you’

irl anymore. I’m seventeen years old a

back on me, feeling my eyes burn with the tears I’m holding back—Cami,—she calls me her, but I ignore it, I don’t feel like talking. “Little one,” she whispers, touching my shoulder.

t the woman who was born for you.