Page 84 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

"Hmph, we will see."

"The Blood Moon pack is second to none, although we are a pack of not just warriors, it seems we are still pretty impressive." I said. I was proud of my pack and I would make that clear.

She came at me again, her anger and annoyance clear in her aggressive attacks. At the last moment, I ducked and tackled her to the ground. We both hit the floor, knocking the wind out of her. I went for her throat, squeezing hard. Pressing my knee over one of her arms and stomach.

"Tap the ground in defeat or I will give you up to 10 to get free." I said, tightening my grip. She grunted, trying to wrench free.

"Not happening." She wheezed.

She let out a choking growl and I felt her claws elongate before they dug into the back of my neck, making me gasp in pain.

"What a disappointment. You broke literally every general rule of a match." I said in disgust, punching her across the face. "Yet I’ll still win this without doing so."

I squeezed her neck before lifting her head off the ground by her hair and slamming it back down on to it, hearing a sickening crunch. She groaned in pain, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"Ten…. nine…. eight…" I began counting slowly, unbothered by her venomous gaze. I could feel she was going to black out soon enough, so I eased up a little. "Five... four.... three... two..."

She raked her claws down my back, slicing through my top and bra strap as pain seared across my back. What a fucking cheater. Was this what they were taught?

She chuckled, but I shook my head.

"One." I let go of her roughly and stepped away from her.

I wished I could see her facial expression, but I couldn't.

"It disgusts me that this is the level you lowered yourself to, just to win a simple match to check someone's level. I may be a handicapped wolf, or a defective wolf to you, but I worked hard to be the very best version of myself that I'm capable of being. It’s disappointing that such a proclaimed warrior, who is complimented in most packs, would resort to such tricks. The rules of a sparring match are common knowledge, but for you to break them, it’s pathetic." I turned away.

My entire body ached and I still would have to feel for my phone along the wall. I just want a long shower and then my bed.

I heard her scoff.

"You’re still a fucking defect, everyone knows that."

I decided to ignore her. I wasn’t sure why she was so hateful towards me, if it was because of the small issue over dinner that day then she really had some shit to deal with. I heard her get up as I reached the wall and began feeling along it, hoping I wasn’t too far from my phone.

What I wasn’t expecting was something to ram into my already painful right foot, making me scream in agony. The sound pierced the air as I fell to my knees, clutching it as the pain took over. My eyes sting with tears of pure anguish. I heard her chuckle.

"In real life, you’d be dead. There’s no such thing as a friendly match. If you duel, you duel to win."

"You lost, whether you think so or not." I said coldly. "Unless you want me to humiliate you further, go."

She scoffed.

"Whatever, loser." She spat before walking off.

I stayed on the ground, praying the pain eased up. Couldn't I heal myself? The sudden thought made a ripple of curiosity run through me and I closed my eyes in determination, taking a deep breath as I focused…

41. Clashing

ALEJANDRO

I had just got back from my little escapade. Sometimes I enjoyed dealing with things alone, and as I had predicted, rogues were gathering in clusters. The only problem was they didn’t know who ‘The King’ was, or they just couldn't tell me. The moment they even tried to say something, they ended up dying.

I had my men follow some leads. I had left a few survivors, hoping for one of them to meet with someone or other. There were still no solid leads. I had just returned to my pack grounds when I heard the distant scream of pain.

Kiara.

My stomach twisted as panic filled me, another emotion that I never experienced. The need to go to her overtook me and I rushed ahead, worry and fear fuelling me.

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