Page 86 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

"Then let me fucking rephrase that… Sit the fuck down and let me check or I’ll force you." I growled.

She scoffed in contempt. "That’s all you can do, right? Force people, threaten people, use people, cheat people. Should I go on Alpha or do you get the hint?"

I switched the light on and she stopped in her tracks, a foot away from my bed. Turning and glaring at me.

"Seems like you were heading in the wrong direction. Or was the bed your aim…?" I said mockingly.

She scowled at me, about to walk towards the door when I cut her off, appearing in front of her in a flash.

Her heart raced before she turned that venomous, rather sexy glare at me.

"Move." She said quietly and for a moment I saw the hurt in them.

Hurt that fucking clawed at my own chest.

"Just… let me check the wounds." I said quietly. "You’re here under my watch…"

"Like you care. If I say no, will you let me go?" She asked.

Was she fucking questioning my fucking integrity? Obviously, I wasn’t going to listen.

"What the fuck do you think?" I asked, trying not to let my gaze go below her lips.

"I want to believe that you are decent enough to let me leave." She said, trying to sidestep me.

I smirked mockingly.

"Then you're in for a fucking disappointment." With those words, I spun her around, pushing her stomach down on the bed.

"What are you doing?!" She shouted, her heart thudding.

I placed my knee over her thighs, keeping her on the bed and bent down, letting my lips graze her ear. Satisfied when her breath hitched.

"As much as fucking you sounds tempting… I'm only going to check your wounds…" I whispered, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

I know I'm meant to fucking stay away from her… But she was hurt… I tore her shredded top off and looked at the deep wounds. My anger was only growing and the temptation to rip Carmen to pieces grew with it.

"I’m going to fucking kill her." I hissed. The urge to leave right now was pushing at me, but I also knew I couldn't fucking leave Kiara like this.

"We sparred, leave it. It’s between me and her. I can fight my own battles." She said quietly.

"This is my pack, if anyone dares-"

"You hurt me a lot more than she did, so just stop this!" She snapped, turning her head to look at me.

I swallowed, glaring down at her but said nothing.

She tensed as I brushed my finger along the wounds - three large claw marks, plus the mess that was made of the back of her neck…

I clenched my jaw, unable to think straight. I didn’t care if they fucking sparred, this was not a normal match. She hurt her, so she’d be fucking punished for this. I will deal with Carmen, and I’ll do it myself. I looked down at her wounds, running my hand down her waist absent-mindedly, not realising what I was doing until she spoke.

"Don’t do that…" She warned quietly. I stopped, trying to fight the urge to kiss her shoulder.

Leaning down, I slowly ran my tongue over the first of her wounds. The saliva of an Alpha helped heal faster and this was probably the first time I was doing this. I wasn’t sure if it was the same for a Lycan, but there was no fucking harm in trying.

The taste of her blood was something else, sweet and deeply rich. I resisted the urge to kiss her in the process, feeling her body tremble slightly under me. I was glad she couldn't see me because this was fucking making me throb.

"You don’t need to do that." She said curtly.

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