FLASHBACK
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Before Wylder would have heard anything else, Tiara came in front of him with an ugly frown on her face.
"Why are you here?"
"Sorry?" He looked at her in confusion. Did she want him to leave the suite? Well, he doubted that, but then he didn’t give her what she wanted last night, so he couldn’t be so sure after all, his princess had a bad temper.
"Into my room. Now." She ordered.
'Damn, she is so sexy.' Night growled in his mind.
‘Did you hear what Uncle was saying?' He asked him, and Night had no answer to this question. Of course, he wouldn’t have after all, Tiara was in front of him. Not that Wylder could blame his Lycan, even if he couldn’t focus properly.
"Okay." Picking up his pillow, he followed her instead of fighting with her. It was five-thirty in the morning. So, he needed to leave for training in fifteen minutes. "I need to leave for two hours." He added once they were in the room.
"What? Why? Where? You told me that for a week you would be here." Tiara threw a couple of questions at him in disappointment. Wylder wanted to tease her with her words, but he didn’t after sensing that she really didn’t want him to go.
Tiara already didn’t like it when she found him sleeping in the hall, as the bed was big enough for both of them. Now, this.
"I have to attend the training in the pack, Princess." He answered, to which Tiara nodded her head, not stopping him from doing Alpha duties. "I will be back soon." He added, wrapping his hand around her waist and caressing her face.
"Two hours and fifteen minutes." She gave him a time period.
"Okay, bossy pants." He grinned and kissed her hungrily. Within a second, she kissed him back. He loved the way that he could tame this little she-wolf in his arms, who rarely listened to anyone.
"I will use that time to complete my painting," Tiara mumbled, breaking the kiss. She knew that her parents were on vacation, so they would barely leave bed this early.
"Can you paint one for me as well?" He asked softly, to which she glared.
"Wylder Adan Miller, you do know that I don’t really paint."
"For me, please!" He requested it, kissing her again. "Please!!" He kissed her again. "Please, Ara." A small smile appeared on her lips.
"You know how to get your things done, don’t you?"
"Well, what can I say? I learned from the best how to blackmail anyone with kisses, food, and all their weaknesses." He whispered. "See you later." He added before disappearing like the wind.
Tiara kept smiling like a fool, but she failed to sense that she was letting Wylder control her decision, her mood, and her thoughts.
In a good way, of course!
She sighed, knowing now she had to paint one more painting. She didn’t have any shooting for the next ten days because her shooting in Dubai was done. Now she had to move to Switzerland for the next part of the movie.
*
"Morning, Aunt." Wylder greeted Sophia when she returned from her training. He joined her in the kitchen, watching her prepare breakfast.
"Good morning, Wylder." Sophia greeted him back. Wylder checked to see what exactly she was preparing. A single woman was cooking three types of breakfast. One for Tiara, the second for Brandon, and the third for him.
"I see, you’re preparing everyone’s favorite," Wylder said, to which Sophia smiled. "Where is yours?"
"Mine? I can eat something from all of them." Sophia replied.
"Not happening. Let me make your favorite for you. I hope you still love smashed avocado toast with egg." He said so, to which Sophia nodded her head.
"Both father and daughter are going to be super jealous after finding you in the kitchen." Sophia chuckled.
"Let them be. Anyway, where are they? I can't sense them around."
"Went to the gym."
"What about you? You should also take care of your health." Wylder pointed this out.
"I prefer yoga instead of the gym. And I did that already in the early morning." She responded. The word ‘early morning’ stroked his mind.
"Does that mean that you heard the conversation between Uncle and Colton?" He couldn’t stop himself from asking, and the way Sophia’s heart thudded, he realized that she had the answer to that question. "Why was Uncle saying that Theodore and I are related?" he asked next. He wanted the answer to this question.
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#TBC