Page 112 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

"Now where do you want me?" He asked huskily, his gaze running over me, making my heart pound at his words.

"Turn around." I said, trying not to look at that slight smirk that was playing on his lips.

He turned and I let out a silent breath of relief. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to keep up my front with that intense gaze.

The cuts were awful, deep and I could see his impressive regeneration was working at its best but the wounds were mixed with magic. Paying close attention, I could see the faint red glow. It was very slight but it was there.

"It's dark, the magic I mean." I said placing my hand on his wounds tenderly.

I didn’t like the fact he didn’t even mention he was in pain. I felt him tense, I told myself it was because of the pain and not my touch.

"Don’t fucking overdo it." He said coldly.

"You should take care of yourself, you’re not invincible." I said.

"More fucking invincible than anyone else around." He said as I ran my fingers down his back, paying attention to his tattoo.

Would this be the last time I saw it?

"Doesn't mean you should risk yourself like this." I said softly.

I felt him lean into my touch and I instantly moved my hand away. I was still angry at him. Why did I forget everything when it came to him?

"So why were you pissed off?" He asked, now turning back to me.

"Auntie’s mate. Do you know he’s a fucking cheat?" I said, my eyes flashing.

Since he wanted to know, I was going to give it to him. Deep down I prayed he didn’t know... But the way he clenched his jaw and looked away gave me the answer I didn’t want. He knew and he did nothing.

"That’s not my fucking business." He said.

I looked at him angrily,

"It’s not? So, Aunty having to stay in that toxic relationship is ok? You encourage this type of shit?"

"They’re adults, she can take care of herself." He said coldly.

And I had thought he cared a little for her. He was just a jerk.

"So you're just going to stand there and not give a crap?!" I exclaimed, wanting to hit him!

He looked at me calculatingly.

"I’ve never given a shit for what people think about me. So why should I care now?" He said quietly.

His words made my chest ache. Why did I feel he was hiding something? I grabbed his arm. "Tell me Alejandro, did you really not care?" I asked.

Please don’t break my heart. Please don’t let me lose faith… His eyes flashed red as he glared down at me.

"Don’t pin that shit on me. I'm not a fucking matchmaker or a therapist." He growled dangerously.

I scoffed. "What more could I have expected from you anyway? You can’t even be loyal to your own fiancé. I guess if the Alpha’s a bad example for his men, then what more can I expect from them." I snapped resentfully.

Yes, I know it wasn’t fully his fault, but I needed an outlet and who better to direct it at than the Alpha King himself. My eyes flashed dangerously, meeting his red ones. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he pushed me up against the wall. His large hand wrapped around my throat. Despite the fact that I was glaring at him, his closeness was making me giddy.

"Remember who the fuck you’re talking to." He growled.

"Or what?" I said, my voice coming out breathless.

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