Thirty Two || Your highness

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"You can't do that!" Kyston shouted using his alpha voice at the other two alphas in front of him. He was pissed and they definitely knew it. It took a lot to make Kyston shout and they were pushing all his buttons today.

"Those people have and belong in a pack! You can't choose to hide them in yours!" He shouts again, his knuckles turning white. "You are illegally keeping them hostage and that is wrong," he obviously added.

"You two should be killed and given to the rogues!" My mate continued. That was my cue to step in when he was saying something ridiculous.

"Okay," I walk into their circle that was filled with bad blood and angry tension. I forced Kyston's hand open and held his fingers with mine and I feel his body relax.

"They will stay here, you cannot take them back and thank you for doing the right thing and telling us, you are to return home now," I smile at the two men in front of me who looked nothing but shocked. "Yes, my queen," the blonde one says. "Sorry for everything, your highness," the other apologized and I don't remove the smile from my face.

"It is okay," I replied. Both of them bowed and left the room. Spade was the first to speak up. "That was badass," Spade breaks the silence. Kizara then wacks him and he shuts up. I love them both. On her other hand had my little baby Narah.

Kyston turned to me and wrapped his arms around my waist as his head was snuggled into my neck. "I love you," I whisper in his ear like it was music.

Kizara pulled us out of our little bubble. "Baby wants it's momma," Kizara breaks the silence and we turn to her. She looked so adorable holding a baby. It was a sight alright.

"Give me this princess," I held out for my daughter.

"I'm so sorry for shouting in front of you princess," Kyston apologized with guilt in his eyes as he looked down at his daughter.

"What? Narah couldn't stop smiling!" Spade announced making us all laugh. "And one would expect her to be in tears at the sound of her father shouting," I sighed, cradling her to my chest.

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-Hailey Steinfield

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