Chapter 54: Knoa meets a stranger [2]
Azrael’s eyebrow twitched ever slightly at the young boy’s audacity to lecture him for not eating his food. He was busy checking emails when he caught the little one picking his food as though it was something the kid owned. That behavior was wrong, so he intended to scold him and whoever the parents were for letting their child roam, but he got lectured instead.
"Papa said it’s bad to let food sit! He said not good if you waste food too! Some kids don’t eat...go hungry, but you wasting food!" The young boy huffed, feigning his courage and acting to convince the adult not to make a scene. If his father knows that he picked someone’s food, Knoa will be scolded. So, the little guy stood his ground and didn’t falter from the pressing aura of the adult before him.
Azrael put his tablet down and tapped his fingers on his knee. "Wow. You’re still a kid, and yet you’re good at gaslighting already. Tell me why I should care for the other kids getting hungry. Will their stomach get filled if I eat all my food and leave no crumbs?"
The kid just knitted his thick eyebrows, full of confusion and ignorance to his words.
Azrael observed the kid for a minute. With his curly dark hair that looked as soft as feathers and would sway as he moved his small head, his chubby cheeks and plump stomach, a clean face with a trace of chocolate in his tiny pouty lips, and wearing decent clothes, Azrael concluded the boy wasn’t a stray who entered the place to beg for food and money.
"Ha...why did I even consider that? Of course, the security won’t let someone like that enter," he murmured. He averted his eyes from the kid and glanced around while asking, then he asked commandingly, "Where are your parents?"
Knoa answered honestly, a bit nervous now that the stranger had asked about his father, "Papa’s asleep in the room!"
The alpha furrowed his brows, "So, you came here with your Mama, then? Where is she? Go back to her and stop drooling over my cake. If you want one like this, tell your Mama to buy you one, kid. It’s wrong to touch food you don’t own without permission. What if I spiked it and your mouth started foaming?"
Knoa tilted his head in puzzlement, "Spike? What’s that?"
Azrael, unaware that he was actually enjoying a conversation with a little kid, answered eagerly, "It means putting something on someone’s food that can make them sleep and get robbed, or make them vomit until they drop dead...anyway, forget it. Go back to where you came from, kid. Don’t disturb me."
’Why am I even explaining things here?’ the alpha couldn’t help but wonder. He picked up the fork and sliced the cake, then ate it gracefully while having the kid watch him like an actor advertising a chocolate cake.