Page 17 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

This was fucking fun. The fucker was good, but not good enough. With each hit, I went faster. He was trained well, probably up to par with my top warriors, but nowhere near as good as me. I had just elbowed him in the neck, when my eyes fell on Kiara.

She was sparring with her brother, blindfolded. I blocked the Beta’s attacks, my eyes on her. If I thought she let her sight or ankle hold her back, I was wrong, way fucking wrong. She moved like an assassin and I had to admit it was sexy.

Was it weird that I was checking out a girl who was barely legal? This was fucking messed up. An image of her clad in lingerie and wrapped around a pole entered my mind and I dragged my eyes away.

I needed a fucking distraction from her. I focused on the man in front of me, a little bored with the fight now. With a few punches, I knocked him to the ground before twisting his arm behind his back about to break it when I heard a groan and a giggle. I let go of the Beta and turned to see Kiara on her knees, her brother staggering back holding his package.

"Oopsie." She said breathlessly.

I raised an eyebrow as Damon staggered to his feet.

"Great fight, Alpha." He said.

I didn’t reply. If only he realised, I would have broken his fucking bones if it wasn’t for her fucking laugh. She got up, rushing forward about to reach for her brother before she burst into laughter again. Her voice seemed to resonate in my fucking head and I turned away.

"Alpha, you ok?" Someone asked Liam. The small girl ran over to him, patting his back.

"Kia, really?" Damon asked, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

"In my defence, I couldn't see." She said standing up.

I saw her use the staff to balance. It was clear she wasn’t putting weight on her ankle either. Did it hurt? Why did I care? I was about to turn away when the other girl ran over to me.

"Ahh Damon, what has he done to you?! Who hurt you big boy, that you had to take your anger out on my friend?" She asked me, facing me with her hands on her hips.

I raised my eyebrows. Was she for fucking real? What was she 4 feet?

"Shouldn’t you be with the pups over there?" I asked, motioning to the far ground where pre-teens were training.

That earned me a glare from the punk or goth or whatever she was meant to be.

"Excuse me, I’m almost 18." She huffed.

I glanced her over.

"Can’t fucking tell."

That seemed to trigger her off but before she could say anything else Damon put his hand on her shoulder, pulling her back.

"It’s fine, Raven. We were training." He said.

He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. I raised my eyebrow. He and Kiara didn’t even seem to be close. I mean, they didn’t even seem to spare each other a second glance. Were they dating secretly? Why the fuck did I care?

"I want to fight him." Raven said suddenly.

Liam and Kiara now both turned to her, surprise clear on their faces.

"I’ll snap you in half before you even realise. What do you think, can you last two fucking minutes against me?"

"Two against one." Kiara said, stepping forward.

I looked into her eyes, the confidence and defiance were clear in them. I ran my hand through my hair, not missing Kiara’s eyes run over my arm.

"Two misfits." I said, then looked at Liam who looked worried. Smart. "Give me the blindfold. You use your full abilities and I’ll give you two an advantage. If you last even 1 minute, I’ll be impressed."

"Go easy on them." Liam said.

My eyes flashed, I didn’t take orders from anyone. I gave him a murderous glare before taking the blindfold from Kiara, trying not to notice her scent that lingered on it.

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