The Alpha's Bloodline [Completed ]

Chapter 18. The Woman In The Portrait.

Anthony's POV

I stared at the pair of black wings attached to the little girl's back in utter astonishment. Woah. Those are huge and dare I say, beautiful.

The said girl with wings looked squeakily at me while I gazed at her with a mouth so wide open that I might catch flies.

I've never. Like never in my entire life heard about creatures with wings. Maybe demons? But I thought they were just a myth. Besides, don't they like have horns on top of their head?

Despite the bundle of questions swarming my mind, I get up from the marbled floor and help little Noah up as well.

I carefully take a step ahead towards the little girl as she stares up at me with her big blue eyes swarmed in curiosity as if I'm a piece of puzzle she's trying to figure out. Why does she remind me of her ever-brooding father?

Nevertheless, I inched closer to the girl, taking one step at a time until I was right in front of her.

"Hey, sweetie. I'm Anthony. What's your name?" I smiled at the seven-years-old politely, my eyes occasionally flickering to the wings flapping behind her. They're magnificent.

"Do you wanna touch them?" She asked out of the blue, turning around so that her huge black wings are now in full display for my bare eyes to ogle at.

"If you allow me," I smiled at the girl's strait-forwardness. She definitely took after her father.

"Go on." She shrugged a backward shrug before turning her head sideways so that she's looking at me by the corner of her eyes, "By the way, I'm Nora. You can call me Nor."

"But you said only family could call you that, Bridy," Noah whined and I shook my head in amusement.

I was about to tell him that it was fine and I'd settle with Nora but the little girl hit me to it,

"And I thought mom said he's family, Broda. He's our uncle." She gave him a snarky comeback which shut the other twin up.

Poor kid.

But 'uncle' makes me feel old. Wait, I am old. Not physically but like century-wise? You know what I mean, right? A six-hundred-years old in the attire of a twenties man sure does not sound old, does it?

Brushing my nonsensical thoughts aside, I raise my hand and move them forward towards the feathery wings.

Just as my hand gently brush over the soft black feathers that had otherwise looked hard and rough even though were anything but it, an intimidating masculine voice interrupts sternly,

"I think that's enough, young man."

I catch sight of the familiar silhouette of Valerian making his way towards us.

Did he just call me young? Wasn't I ranting about how old I am just a few minutes ago?

"Nor, didn't I tell you not to show your wings in front of our guests?" Valerian asks his daughter tenderly.

His gaze lands on me for a fleeting moment before his attention is focused back on his daughter.

"Yup, Daddy. But I was bored and I wanted to free my lovely wings. You told me not to go out so I thought of flying inside instead," the little girl reasoned out with a shrug while her father shook his head with a smile.

"Little lady, you can flare your wings all you want when we get back to the castle. For now, can my little lady commander grant daddy a tiny favour and hide those treasures from everyone?" He asked his daughter in a hushed tone, pointing at her wings with his index finger.