Page 28 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

What was I? Ten? Dad was so overbearing! I pouted but didn’t argue. If I wanted an outlet, then this might be the way. I just had to be a little patient.

"So, I think that’s settled." Mom stated, giving me a positive smile.

"I should hope so. You can’t be so controlling son." Grandad added but dad didn’t speak.

From the slight faraway look in his eyes, I knew he was being mind linked or linking someone. He stood up suddenly, looking at Liam. I could feel his power and the seriousness in his next words, and it made my stomach twist.

"There’s been an attack. On pack grounds."

17. Helping The Injured

KIARA

Dad’s words had shaken me but he had refused to allow me to join him. Dad, Liam and Jackson had gone, I knew even mom was irritated that dad told her to stay put.

"Come on, let’s go make sure everyone’s accounted for." Mom said frowning.

Was everyone being called back? How bad was it?

"Any updates?" I asked, grabbing my staff as we left our house, rushing towards the packhouse. Mom was frowning and she nodded.

"It was a rogue attack." She replied.

"How did they get past patrol?"

"By killing them."

Her reply shot through me. Someone had died, or more than one. We hadn't had a loss of a pack member in years…

"Kiara, go to the hospital. Do what you can to help. There are several injured." Mom’s voice was filled with urgency and I nodded, changing direction and heading to the hospital. Even if I wanted to go to where the fight was, I knew where I would be of most help at.

I wasn’t a professional medic when it came to human terms, but I knew a lot about werewolf healing and herbs that helped with the process.

Grandma Amelia had taught me a lot. I had always been interested and although Grandma Amelia wasn’t into it herself, her husband had been and she had kept all his research - something she had gifted to me on my fifteenth birthday. I still treasured them, they contained so much information. With the fear of ruining them, I had written everything out clearly and put his books away for safekeeping.

I now hurried through the small hospital. The magnolia walls and the white marble floors looked warm, a familiar place to me and one that felt like a second home also. Hearing a young woman sobbing, I changed directions until I found her sitting on the floor in the hall, crying.

I frowned in concern. I knew her and it took me a moment to place her name, Barbara. She was a year older than me. I crouched down and placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched until she realised who I was.

"Are you alright?"

"No, he marked me." She sobbed. Showing me the mark that now stained her neck, almost fully healed.

I didn’t know who she meant, watching as she pulled at her hair and showed me her neck.

"That fucking rogue! He got away!" She sobbed in anguish.

I pulled her into my arms, my own heart thudding. The fact that she was marked against her will brought back a memory from a few years ago, when mom had told me what she had been through. Her own father had marked her, I could never imagine having such a horrible father.

Marks were an interesting yet complex matter. Only one wolf can bear the mark of another unless they had multiple destined mates. So, when you mark a second person, the first mark you made is removed automatically. When your mate dies and you decide to take a second mate, your late mates' mark can only be removed by someone bearing your own mark.

It was like my grandparents. When Grandad Jackson marked Grandma Jessica, she was able to mark Grandad in return, removing Dad’s mother’s mark - only because she had passed away.

It was this very reason why dad had not been able to remove the mark from mom’s neck until they found out they were mates, because Zidane had been alive at the time. Only one’s true mate could overrule all other marking rules and claim their mate as their own, regardless if their current mark giver was alive or not.

I heard mom's mark made by Zidane was disgusting and her body had repelled it. He had gone against the very laws of nature by marking his own daughter. I hope Selene gave him a befitting punishment.

Looking at Barbara's, hers was healing really well. I wished she found her mate soon and he didn’t get angry that she was already marked. Marking someone against their will was a disgusting act and was looked down upon greatly.

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