Page 146 of Monster Daddies
“My grandpa died when I was young and I don’t remember him talking about any of this.” Alton seemed slightly frustrated about it, but not too upset. “I wonder if that’s why my dad didn’t stick around after his parents died.”
There was a story there.
“If he and your mom weren’t mates that would change a lot for him.” I wasn’t going to ask too many questions but Alton’s usual chatter meant I didn’t have to.
“I was an oops. They were at a rave and decisions were made. Then there was me.” He shrugged, but I couldn’t decide what he was feeling. “He came back a few times when I was a kid but my mother kind of hated the sight of him, so yeah, that made it awkward… and dangerous.”
Caladrius were the lovers not fighters of the hidden world so it had to be his mother that was the feisty one in the relationship.
“She kind of tried to kill him, so he didn’t come back.” Alton’s sigh made me wince. “I don’t blame him but it explains a lot.”
Before I could decide what to say, he frowned. “For fuck’s sake, she should’ve told me what I was feeling instead of making me feel like a loser who can’t sit still.”
Definitely.
“You’re not a loser.” Kissing him was the best distraction I could think of, especially since he was half naked and wiggling on me, but I kept it light and on the sweeter side. When I pulled back, he smiled and wiggled higher on me to steal another. “You’re my mate and you’re going to be nice to him and so will everyone else.”
“Or my Bigfoot will get ’em.” His slightly bloodthirsty expression made me want to laugh. “I bet you’re scary when you growl and glare.”
What movies had he been watching?
Scary?
Me?
“I will terrify anyone who looks at you funny.” Giving him another kiss, I focused on being serious and stern because I did that better than I did scary. “Because?”
His giggle said he appreciated my effort. “Because you’re my mate.”
“That’s right.” Fate had brought my mate right to my door and I wasn’t ever going to let him go. “I’m your mate.”
That was an amazing sentence that would never get old.
Chapter Eleven
Alton
Wow.
I.
That.
Wait.
“You… you said you like having a mate, right?” Some of our conversation was fuzzy because my brain was slow on the uptake but I was pretty sure that was what he’d said. “I didn’t ask if you wanted one—because I didn’t know it was a thing—but you have limits too.”
Malik raised one eyebrow. “Is that a reasonable worry at all?”
Maybe?
“Um, you have limits.” Yes. I could stick with that being reasonable. “And I kind of blew past them.”
Possibly.
The way he rolled his eyes said he disagreed with it.
When he finally stopped letting them spin and sighed, he looked cute and slightly frustrated. “The fates would’ve been the ones to blow past my limits but that’s not even a thing. What kind of moron would I be for the designers of our world to giveme a perfect man to love and care for and I walk away because of limits?”
