Chapter 53

Alana’s POV

I held the spoon to his mouth again and he drank the soup.

He looked so cute. Like a baby.

Each time he took a spoonful of the soup, my heart skipped a bit.

I could feel Georgia rumbling inside me.

I wanted to slap her.

All the times that I'd needed her today she'd not come to my aid and now she was getting seduced by Alaric's moans of satisfaction.

“More.” Alaric mumbled as I took a little bit more time with the next spoonful, hoping against hope that Ava didn't show up.

“Sorry.” I muttered as I lifted the spoon to his mouth.

It was the last spoonful and I set the spoon down in the plate to pour him a glass of water.

“Here.” I held it out to him.

He ignored it and peered into the empty bowl of soup.

I sighed. “It's finished Alaric.”

“Lies!” He exclaimed. “Look!” He shoved the plate in my face. “There's still crumbs stuck to the bowl!”

I nearly banged my head against the counter in frustration.

What sort of a big baby was this?

“Alaric.” I began in the calmest voice I coul