Page 20 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

“Kia, look at me.” He said, tilting my head up slightly. This felt too intimate… I couldn’t do this.

“I’m sorry Damon, but Liam was right. Someone was going to get hurt. We shouldn’t do this anymore.” I whispered. Why did it feel like I was being untruthful to myself?

“Is this about Liam or Alpha Alejandro?” Damon asked softly. My eyes widened and my heart thudded. I stepped back.

“I don’t know. But let’s end it. Besides, the blood moon is coming, so we will most likely meet our mates.” I said quietly.

There were two blood moons in a year, but for one the Alpha king hosted a huge ceremony. The success of finding your mate there was high. The last blood moon Damon hadn’t found his mate, but he was only 18 going on 19, so there was plenty of time.

“If that’s what you want.” He said, flashing me that smile that he always gave me.

I stepped closer, flinging my arms around his neck tightly. I was upset and there was only one person I had to blame.

“I’ll always be here for you, Kia. Even if I’m no longer your fuckbuddy.” He said with a chuckle.

“I’m sorry it’s ending like this.” I said quietly.

“Then make it up to me.” He said with a glint in his eyes as he held me by my waist, pulling me against him.

“Go on…”

“One last night?”

My heart skipped a beat, I was already confused… But I couldn’t refuse him. Not when he never refused me. I smiled and nodded.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Beta.” I said with a wink, before hugging him once again.

I smiled slightly as he hugged me tightly, caressing my bare waist.

“You’re still number one.”

“Hmm until you meet your mate.” I said amused as I stepped back, feeling a tiny bit better.

“Yeah. But what if we are mates?”

“Then I’d be a lucky girl.” I said, although deep down I didn’t think we were.

The small smile on his face was worth it. I turned away, feeling the guilt wrap around me as it slowly morphed into anger. Anger at one certain Alpha who I was not going to let off.

I left the packhouse, trying to sniff him out.

“Searching for someone?”

I turned, shocked at the sight of my grandfather Jackson.

“Grandad?!”

“In the flesh cutie patootie.” He chuckled.

I squealed and rushed over to him, ignoring the pain that set a spasm up my leg as I launched myself into his arms. Cutie patootie. A name dad had called me since I was little, and unlike dad who had switched to angel, granddad still called me it.

“Has Grandma come?”

“Not this time.” he said, kissing my forehead.

Grandad and grandma lived out of the pack. It’s been years but they liked the privacy. To be honest, granddad and dad clashed a lot. I was around eleven when I learned that dad and mom were step-siblings before they found out they were mates. Apparently, they fell in love before the blood moon. I loved their story. To me, it was romantic and not weird at all.

Because of the constant clashing, and the fact their parents were married, they moved away. Although grandad was perfectly fine with it now, dad didn’t seem to be able to let go of that grudge. It was a typical behaviour of dad’s. He can’t forgive others quickly or himself, I knew he still felt guilty about my ankle.

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