Page 63 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

I knew what she wanted to do: beat the shit out of me, if given the chance. I was strong but she was way more experienced. Her bulging muscles and battle scars spoke for themselves. Not to mention, she was at least ten years my senior and one of the head warriors of this pack... But I was my mothers’ daughter.

"That would be fun. You’re said to be one of the finest warriors of this pack. It’ll be nice to see how I fair against you." I said confidently.

She seemed surprised when I agreed. Brushing her hair off her face, she smirked.

"How about tomorrow… Night?"

"Night…" I said, why did she choose night-time?

Her lip curled.

"My bad, I forgot you can’t really see at night. I wondered if that rumour was true or not…"

"No night is fine." I said quietly.

"Great. I'm not sure the Alpha will be ok with it. I mean, I don’t want him to get into an argument with your Dad. Maybe you should ask his permission first."

I wasn’t blind to hear the mockery in her voice. I clenched my jaw, trying not to get pissed off.

"Don’t worry, I don’t need anyone’s opinion. I’ll see you at 10pm tomorrow by the training grounds? Is the time suitable? It will be completely dark by then?"

Her smirk faltered; I knew what she was doing. Stupid bitch. If she wanted to play like that, I was ready.

"Sure."

I didn’t bother replying or bidding her farewell and continued on my way.

Rayhan was already waiting outside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Once again, I noticed the resemblance between Alejandro and him. His long hair was left open today though.

He wore a white t-shirt and blue torn jeans. I stopped in front of him and I saw him looking me over in concern.

"Shall we?" He said.

"Sure." I said, as I fell in step with him and we went inside.

We were seated after ordering some pizza and french fries. We didn’t have to pay, everyone knew who we were and the place belonged to the king, no payment was required.

"I’m not your Dad or your brother, so all I'm going to ask is, are you ok?" He asked. I felt my cheeks burn under his piercing dark grey eyes.

"Perfectly. I'm sorry that he hurt you… But it was consensual." I said, avoiding his gaze.

Goddess, this was mortifying! I was discussing my sex life with someone I hadn't talked to in ages!

"You’re a woman. So that’s up to you… But don’t get so deep into it that you get hurt in the end." He said this quietly, picking up a pizza slice.

"Got it."

Too late for that, he used me and didn’t seem to care… Or maybe he didn’t know what to say... What was I expecting anyway? There was never a chance for more between us.

I took one too and bit into it.

"How's your head?"

"Almost healed."

"I guess that’s why your hair is not tied?" I asked, feeling guilty.

"It’s no big deal." He said grinning, running his fingers through his shoulder-length curls.

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