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The Alpha's Toy

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Chapter 9

Diana's POV

My body was being squeezed to death as my mom kept hugging me tightly. My arms dangled by my sides because I couldn’t lift them up and wrap them around her. These mood swings of hers are getting annoying, not like they weren’t in the first place. Still, she is my mad mother and I love her.

“I’m going to cut you up and feed your parts to the rouges.” She spoke coldly glaring at me.

Sighing I tried unwrap her arms that were still tightly around me. “What did I do now?”

“I’ve missed you so much! Why didn’t you call me?” Oh god, she is starting to sound like a clingy girlfriend. Looking around I saw my pack just sitting down or standing up watching us, smiling at my misery.

“I’ve been busy…” I said thinking back to what I was doing with Camilla instead of calling her this past week.

“Honey, let your poor daughter go she looks like she is going to pass out any minute now.” My father’s voice sounded behind me and my mother instantly let me go to jump into his arms. But before they could kiss like they always do my mother takes a step back and slaps him. I let out a chuckle and his eyes snap over at me making me quickly raise my hands up in surrender.

“You didn’t call me either!” She accused, her index finger pointing at him.

Some people laughed but my father’s cold brown eyes shut them up on the spot. “I’ve been busy…” He answered rubbing the back of his head. Our pack really missed my mother and her mood swings so they were enjoying every bit of this.

“Both of you are just alike! You even come up with the same lame excuse!” She said annoyed then wrapped her arms around my dad. I looked away when they started to kiss… did I mention there are mates and deeply in love?

“What did I miss?” I hear a deep sexy voice say in my ear and I closed my eyes to not let anyone see how his voice made me feel.

“I forgot you were even here.” I said smiling to myself when I heard him let out a low growl. Knowing he couldn’t touch me, he was probably glaring at the floor like a spoiled five year old kid.

“And who is this?” My mother said looking at Angelo. The smile spilled off my face when I was about to say ‘my mate’. 

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