Desired By The Alpha

Chapter ２０

And with that, the pleasant routine of our everyday lives had begun. When Asta was getting ready to go for work in the morning, I would get out of bed and get started on my day. Due to the fact that he was an alpha, he was responsible for a great deal of responsibility; nonetheless, he never once grumbled and continued to work hard. Even though I had no idea what he did or where he went after leaving the home, I trusted that he wouldn't hurt me in some way, such as by having an affair or by doing anything else that would make me lose confidence in him.

Consequently, I would simply remain at home and cook meals for myself. When I would go through the garden, there would sometimes be a couple werewolves there to say hello to me. I even managed to make a few new friends while I was there, and their children were such adorable little characters! The offspring of werewolves would continue to retain their animal forms even after birth. They had not yet achieved the ability to turn into humans. Therefore, there would always be a few adorable canine companions snoozing peacefully in the arms of the lovely women I would meet on the street. I would even caress their head and squeeze their ears while they gaped at me with their eyes enlarged. I did this as they were staring at me.

So adorable! After witnessing such a glance, my heart would always fill with maternal love, and I would find myself wondering what the appearance of my own tiny dog would be like.

After that, I would prepare some dinner at home while watching some daily soap opera episodes to pass the time while I waited for Asta to return. Following his arrival, we would give each other a passionate kiss in the kitchen. It became into somewhat of a routine for us to kiss on the kitchen counter each morning.

After that, we would eat, and then we would stroll hand in hand through the garden. And after that, there was just the problem of the bedroom to deal with.

When the weekend finally came, we had lived like this for the previous week. At this point, Asta was enjoying her holiday, but I was continuing to have feelings of boredom at home. We had been living like this for some time, and there was nothing more for me to do but prepare meals and clean up our house.

Therefore, on this particular day, I rolled up my sleeves and headed upstairs to clean the attic. After giving it a good cleaning, I would even give it a complete makeover in order to have it ready for our child's belongings!

After thinking about the little pups I had seen earlier, my heart was overcome with an overwhelming sense of cuteness. I couldn't contain my excitement about being a mom!

As soon as I made it to the upper level, I went straight for the broom and started sweeping the floor. The length of the attic was considerable, and it was covered with spider webs. The floor was covered with dead dust particles that were just waiting for me to clear it up. Within a matter of minutes, I had covered my nose and completed the task of dusting it all off. After that, I looked around and saw that there were a few crates stored in the far corner of the room. If I hadn't been cleaning, I never would have spotted these crates in the first place!

There was only one window in the center of the attic, thus the only section of the space that was illuminated by natural light was the one in the middle. In addition, the area of the room where the crates were stored was pitch black. As I dusted off the boxes with the broom, dust began to rise into the air, causing me to cough. I laid the broom on the floor.

After I had finished emptying out the boxes, I became intrigued. It had been a significant number of days since I had last been here, and Asta had never mentioned the items that were concealed inside the attic. Out of pure curiosity, I hurriedly brought one of the boxes near the window and opened it.

The baseball bat and gloves were the first items that came to my attention as I opened the package. The fact that it was so small suggested that this specific baseball set was intended for a child; nevertheless, there was no ball included in this package. I set it aside and looked inside, where I saw a few articles of clothing of a more petite size. There were shorts, shirts, and even underwear for a little kid, all in miniature sizes. I was curious about the owner of this item. I scowled and set it down before continuing my investigation.

After that, I unexpectedly came upon a book that was coated in dust. I ignored it and opened it, only to discover a familiar face with an innocent expression on it. If you kept looking at the photo, the face seemed to be rather little and spherical, and it had dull black eyes that gave the impression that they were staring right into your soul. In the photograph, the boy's hair seemed to be short since he was standing in the center of the garden that we had outdoors.

After viewing this, I was really taken aback. Wasn't this young man named Asta? Because the little child in this picture seemed to be so endearing, I felt the want to scoop him up and scratch behind his ears. I could even be able to kiss him forever!

I was looking at the child in the picture when all of a sudden my eyes started to water, and I quickly turned the page. I was able to uncover several images of Asta when she was younger inside this book. When he wasn't doing one of those things, you might find him sitting someplace and reading a book. Other times, he would just stand there and look out into the distance. But I never saw him laugh, and neither his mother nor his father were there. As I put the book back on the shelf, I scowled for a few moments. Why did he not have a single picture of his mother on his person?