Page 111 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

"Stay the fuck away from her." Alejandro growled murderously at him. The young man looked a bit taken aback but said nothing, simply nodding to his Alpha.

"Ignore him." I added.

Yes, I was making matters worse, but I didn’t care. Also, I didn’t want to be responsible for Mathew getting hurt, so I turned to Alejandro. "Well, where to?"

I hid a smirk at the fact I knew his eyes had definitely been on my ass and that I had gotten him so worked up. Don’t do this, Kiara. Remember? Respecting Jasmin... I had to keep that in mind. I became serious again, sighing as he turned and led the way out. I frowned seeing the damp stains on his back, now realising I could smell blood mixed into his usual intoxicating scent. He was injured.

He opened the door to Callum’s office and I stepped inside. I won’t lie, I was feeling a bit tired by now. I guess I made up for sleeping through the actual fight. He closed the door behind us and I suddenly realised it was just the two of us… alone... Damn.

53. Blaming Him

KIARA

Remembering the last time we were alone in a room, it suddenly became more uncomfortable.

"Dad’s coming? Why?" I asked trying to ignore the tension that hung between us, daring not to look at him.

"That’s one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you... You saw that Harry was in the hospital… but it’s about Greg." He crossed his arms, the serious look on his face was a stark reminder that he was an adult with responsibilities. I don’t think I had seen him this serious.

"What about Greg?" I said, my heart hammering.

I hadn't seen him anywhere… My heart sank before he even spoke.

"He was killed. I guess your Dad felt the pack link break." He said, sending a stab of pain through my chest.

It was my fault. Those things came for me. I clutched my neck, feeling sick. It was my fault. Greg…

"It’s not."

"What?" I asked sharply, looking up at him.

His dark eyes glittered with emotions I couldn't make out.

"It’s not your fucking fault." He repeated, making my heart skip a beat. "My security was breached. That’s on me."

"This is not your fault! If I wasn’t here, no one would have had to get hurt or die!" I cried, placing my hand on my head.

I wasn’t a help; I was a magnet for trouble. I was a fake! Trying to heal? Heal what? Injuries that I was the reason for!

"Hey, that is not your fucking fault, so stop fucking around with that. These fuckers have been around for years." He said, my heart skipped a beat when he grabbed my elbow and spun me around to look him in the eye. I tried to ignore the illicit desire that now rushed through me. Avoiding his gaze, I took a deep breath through my mouth, his scent was making my head all fuzzy.

"You’re hurt. Let me heal you." I muttered.

"Look at me." He growled commandingly.

I knew I was irritating him but I couldn't do this. I lost my senses when it came to him… Don’t Kiara.

"Kiara, something happened earlier. Something that triggered you off. What was it?"

I still avoided his gaze but his next move took me by surprise. His fingers firmly gripped my chin as he tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his gaze. Goddess… My blue-green met his dark ones, our hearts were racing. What were we? I saw his gaze flicker to my lips and it took all my willpower to tug away from him.

"I’ll tell you, if you let me heal you." I wagered. I wanted answers, but the fact he was injured was irking me.

"You are fucking stubborn." He said, reaching for the hem of his top and pulling it over his head.

My eyes trailed over his refined, chiselled abs. Every muscle and ridge of his body was divine perfection. How long did it take Selene to create him? I pressed my thighs together, trying not to look at his defined V or the way his muscles flexed… His pierced nipples made my pussy ache. Goddess…

He tossed his shirt on to the desk and looked at me, coming over.

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