Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Chapter 332

By the ti we wrangled all four of them into so kind of clothing (except Leo, who kept the shirt because I am not about to take away his victory), Lyra looked like she was on the verge of tears. And because I am occasionally insane, I decided to cheer her up with the most reckless suggestion imaginable.

"Tonight," I told her, grabbing her chin so she would look at . "Just you and . A date. No pups. We leave them with your parents."

Her eyes widened like I had just offered her the moon. "A date?"

I scowled because the disbelief offended . "Do not make it sound like I am asking you to fight a war. It is dinner, kitten. Put on a dress."

Her lips curved slowly, dangerously, into the kind of smirk that makes

suspicious every single ti. She dragged her eyes over , deliberately slow, and then tilted her head. "Hmm, daddy," she purred, her voice teasing, sweet enough to be a trap. "And what exactly do you have in mind for this date?"

I froze. My brain short-circuited because I know this tone. I know this woman. When Lyra calls

daddy with that look in her eyes, it is never safe. Never.

"Dinner," I said flatly, trying to sound like an Alpha with control of the situation. "We are going to dinner like normal people. In public. With other human beings around us. You will sit across from

and eat food that is not reheated five tis in the microwave. That is what I have in mind."

She leaned closer, brushing her lips against my jaw just enough to make my blood pressure skyrocket, and whispered, "Oh, so boring. I was hoping you ant sothing else."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and groaned loud enough that Leo actually stopped tugging on the collar of my shirt to stare at . "You are impossible. Do you know that? Absolutely impossible. I am trying to give you romance and candlelight like so storybook husband and you are already trying to corrupt it."

Lyra grinned like a devil. "Of course I am. You would not love

if I was easy."

She was right, and that is what pissed

off most.

"Put on a damn dress," I growled, kissing her hard before she could laugh at

again. "A nice one. The kind that makes the whole restaurant stop breathing. Because I swear, kitten, if you keep pushing

I will cancel dinner and give you exactly what you are begging for. And then you will not be able to walk into the restaurant at all."

Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight. "Promises, promises."

I caught that little smile on her face and it felt like a challenge thrown across a battlefield, the kind of look that used to get

killed and later got

addicted. I moved without thinking because so parts of

still answer before the rest of

wakes up, and my hand ca up to the back of her neck, fingers settling there in the way I always have when I an business and when I an sothing softer at the sa ti. She gasped, a tiny, delicious sound that should have been illegal in broad daylight.

"Don’t test , kitten,"

"You are playing with fire," I told her, the threat half-serious, the other half wrapped in sothing like worship. "You know exactly how close you push

to losing my mind."

She smiled that crooked grin that lts the world and said, "Good. I like you dangerous."

I rolled my eyes because she always wins the argunt she starts, then kissed the place right behind her ear where she got ticklish and whispered, "Then be careful. Because when I go for dangerous, I do not co back with apologies."

She blinked up at , eyes bright and mischief threaded through them, and said, "I’ll go dress up, Daddy."

We turned together toward the hallway and froze because both Leo and Mia. Luca and Aaron had fallen asleep where they’d been standing, heads lolling against the toy chest and the little rug, breaths soft and even like nothing tragic had been happening a minute ago.

We scooped them up like trophies,

with Leo slung over one shoulder who kept one tiny fist tangled in my shirt, her with Mia tucked against her chest, and we carried them to the crib.

"Finally they are all asleep," she sighed, half relieved and half smug, and I felt an ache that was all tender armor. I moved to help with the last of the stray blankets, and she gave

that look between a grin and a dare. "Why don’t daddy help you dress up?" she teased.

I leaned in close enough that she could feel the heat of , and I said, "Hmm, you naughty little girl."