Her Desired Alphas

Katya

5 years later

A high-pitched scream makes my gaze snap up from washing the dishes to

look out the kitchen window. Today, the weather is pleasant. The sun is out and is accompanied by a cool breeze. The season change from the cooler months now is finally starting to show.

Marley and Alicia are out in the back garden, playing with the twins. Eziah, my social butterfly, squirts Marley with his water gun. Her scream of excitement and alarm rings out loudly as she runs away.

The twins are six now and couldn’t be more opposite to each other. Kids at school always surround Eziah. Marabella, however, is socially awkward, and more comfortable spending time alone and away from others. Despite that, she does her best to fit in and make a few friends.

Marabella has always been a constant worry for me. She is quiet and shy. Usually, she is reluctant to socialize. So, when she picked a friend to come over here, I felt the excitement bubble up inside me as it has never before.

Since the girls are here, I hope she will open up a little more and try to find time to play.

So, today, I have invited their friends over to play, since this has been a rather rough week for them.

Well, for all of us, really. We had another rogue attack. This has been the fourth in the last two weeks, and tension has been running high. To the point where even the little ones are noticing the pack’s fear and picking up on our stress. And all I can do is hope things get better going forward.

Watching Eziah chase the girls, I chuckle to myself. A faint smile spreads across my lips as I watch Eziah corner Alicia and Marley to squirt them relentlessly. He has a cheeky grin on his face. He is clearly enjoying this.

As I look around, a frown slips onto my face when I don’t spot Marabella straight away. Leaning forward, I peer out the window and finally find her.

She is sitting in the sandpit, playing with her bucket and spade. Her dark hair is falling in front of her face, and suddenly she tosses both items across the sandpit. My brows furrow as I watch her intently. She looks over her shoulder at the other children.

A small smile tugs at her lips and she quickly slips her gloves off and begins molding the sand, which soon begins to take the form of a castle. My brows pinch as she glances around nervously, as if she is worried about being caught having them off.

When I hear the doorbell ring loudly, I turn away from Marabella and glance over my shoulder.

Turning the tap off, I quickly dry my hands on a tea towel, then head out of the kitchen to answer the door. My face splits into a grin when I see Jasmine standing on the doorstep.

“Why didn’t you just