The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? novel Chapter 2

Five years later!!

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“Am I late, Zordan?” Calvin asked his beta, Zordan Collin, who smiled and nodded his head. “Damn it! When will I learn to reach timely on my date?” He cursed and was ready for the punishment that the love of his life would give.

He had forgotten her birthday first. That was why he promised a dinner date, and then he forgot about the date as well. He couldn’t imagine how pissed she would be.

He signaled Zordan to leave when they reached the lawn where he was supposed to have candlelight dinner with her.

“She is pissed,” Nelina warned who was standing outside the lawn.

“I know.”

“All the best.” Saying this, she left to give them privacy.

He slowly walked toward the lawn and saw her tapping her red bellies on the floor with her hand wrapped around her chest. Her blue eyes were narrowed, throwing daggers from her eyes. Calvin quickly held his ears when he realized that all the candles had already been burned, and it looked like also the food was already cold.

“I’m sorry.” He said and started sit-ups in his tailor-designer suit.

“You always say that, Calvin,” She complained, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me, love.” Calvin apologized, knowing that she was right about it. “Zordan didn’t remind me of our date. Otherwise, I won’t have been late.”

“I asked Zordy not to remind you. This is your responsibility to remember all these basic things.” She huffed, on which Calvin mentally cursed, wondering since when he started reporting to her. After all, Calvin was his Alpha.

“I’m sorry, love.”

“Okay. Stop it.” She stopped Calvin from doing sit-ups.

“Am I forgiven?” Calvin asked in excitement.

“No.” She shook her head. “Open your blazer.”

“Ahem!! Ahem!! Someone is getting naughty. Want to spend time with me in the pool?” Calvin asked.

She slapped her forehead and muttered, “Offooo! What will I do with him?”

“Okay, so if not pool, then?” Calvin questioned, placing his blazer on the chair.

“Two hundred pushups.”

“Oh no!!”

“Oh yes!!”

Without complaining, Calvin took the position for pushups and started it while his love walked toward him and sat on his back when he leaned down toward the floor. “Comfortable?” Calvin asked softly.

“Hmm!!”

“By the way, I’m sorry again, Princess.”

“It’s okay, Daddy.” Roselet Sophia Haysbert, Calvin’s daughter of four and half years, said, laying comfortably on his father’s back. “I understand that you have a lot of work at both pack and human world, and then you’re single daddy too.”

“Hey, don’t call me daddy!! I’m not that old.” Calvin joked.

“Okay, Calvin.” Rose giggled. “So, how was your day?” She asked, on which Calvin told her an interesting part of the day in a funny way as if he was telling her a story, making her laugh from time to time. He smiled, hearing her laughter. It was music to his ear.

When five years back, someone left her outside his pack in a box with a note that she was the result of his casanova nature. He wanted to hit his head on the wall. After all, she had turned his life upside down by crying all the time. But he never realized when he fell in love with her.

And the cherry on top, in his eyes, his daughter was the most understanding daughter in the whole world.