The Alpha's Rogue ??

30 | Watch Your Language

"Yes, I do!" she giggled and stood up on her toes. "I want to be as big, and as strong, and as tall as you! I will be even stronger!" To demonstrate, she wrapped her arms around his thigh and tried lifting him.

It was adorable to watch, and Savannah began smiling.

Then she caught herself, her stomach sinking once she realised just what she was looking at. "Can someone please tell me what is going on?"

Zion finally looked up, as if just realising she was standing there. "Oh hey. I'd like you to meet my daughter, Darya." He tousled the girl's hair lovingly, turning her head to face Savannah.

Brown eyes met her own, and suddenly Savannah was looking at a face that couldn't possibly resemble any of the other rogues that lived under this roof. The shape of those adorable eyes, the hues in her chocolate brown hair, even the plumpness of her childish lips held traces of the man standing beside her.

"Hi," the pup lifted a hand and waved, suddenly shy as she angled herself slightly behind Zion's body.

Savannah could only stare, knowing she was gaping like a dying fish but unable to come up with any sensible words to say.

"What's your name?" the pup asked, moving forward a little, curious, confidence seeping back into her demeanor.

"Uh.. I.. I'm Savannah." The Alpha finally found her voice, daring a glance at Zion. He was watching her closely before turning back to the girl with an easy smile.

"Are you a friend of my daddy?" Darya asked.

"I suppose you could say that," Savannah felt anger burn to life in her stomach, and she crossed her arms while shooting Zion a glare. "Sure, I'm a friend of your father's," she emphasised the last word, heat radiating from her gaze. "In fact, I'm his mate."

Darya's eyes widened. "Mate? But...but..." A frown creased her flawless childish complexion. "I thought Mummy was your mate?" she turned to Zion, her entire body asking the question.

If Savannah's stomach had dropped to her toes before, it went completely through the floor of the building and right to the foundations now. An ugly feeling arose within her, one she couldn't put a name to. It was a mixture of dread, disbelief, jealousy, and anger.

Zion knelt to the girl's level. "She was. She always will be, darling. But Savannah here is my second chance mate. How cool is that?"

"I suppose," she lifted her small shoulders before dropping them with a heavy sigh.

"Hey listen, Darya," Zion continued, laying his large hands on her shoulders comfortingly, trying to erase the sadness that had shadowed her cute features, "Why don't you go put your stuff in Willow's room and get ready for a shower? I'll have dinner ready by the time you're done."

"Okay," she picked up her bag and obediently walked out of the kitchen. As she passed Savannah, she paused. "Nice to meet you, Savannah. I hope you like my Daddy. He's the best." Then with a wide grin, she skipped off.

When she was out of earshot, Savannah turned to the 'best daddy' and stared at him with her most stern Alpha expression. She was fuming, and couldn't wait to hear an explanation.

"You have a daughter?"

Zion didn't seem to fathom the barely controlled anger that boiled under her skin. Instead, he replied sarcastically, "Do you always need someone to restate the obvious?" Raking a hand casually through his hair, he turned to stir the pan on the stove. "I thought Alphas were more intelligent than that," he tsked, his voice once more the deep rumble she knew so well.