Page 31 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

"Did I ask for your fucking help?" He asked, backing me against the wall.

"I’m trying to be nice." I said. His lips turned up from one side in a cold, humourless smirk.

"I don’t think nice is in your fucking nature."

"Oh yeah? Well, it’s definitely not in yours. So, what is in my nature then?" I remarked, trying not to glare at the hunk before me.

"Being fucking reckless." He said, his eyes now flashing red.

I wasn’t going to lie, I was confused. Didn’t he say to Dad that I did good? He looked down at me as I glared up at him.

"So that’s an issue for you now?" I growled, crossing my arms to try to put some space between us. He was close and every sense in my body was going crazy. His husky voice, paired with the words he spoke next, made my core throb and my chest pound wildly.

"No. I kinda fucking like it."

19. Temptation

ALEJANDRO

Her eyes widened in surprise at my words. Well, fuck. I really do need to learn to keep my mouth shut. I looked away from her, trying to ignore the scent of hazelnut chocolate that seeped off of her. Fucking Goddess, did she have to be so fucking tempting? Why did I even like chocolate? I glared at her, annoyed by her silence.

"Let me check your wounds." She said.

"Need an excuse to touch me?"

"You wish." She retorted, giving me a deathly glare.

"What was that supposed to be? You looked like a fucking constipated cat." I remarked whilst walking over to the wendigo to begin searching it. Was there really nothing on it? Once again, no clue...

I felt her walking over and the anger that was radiating off her. Seems like daddy’s girl knew how to obey because she kept her fucking mouth shut. I mean, I knew of a few ways I could keep that mouth busy…

I frowned as she crouched down, observing the Wendigo.

"It was in pain." She remarked. I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it was fucking injured." What was she, stupid?

"I know that! I’m just saying, I can sense it."

I looked at her sharply, it was there again. That very faint aura around her. She blinked and it was gone. Something told me there was more to her than she or her family knew…

Was it coincidental that a Wendigo appeared where she was?

"Can I check your wounds? They look pretty bad." She said, now looking at my back.

"It’ll heal." I said.

Or I could let her do what she wants... Having her hands on me wouldn’t be so bad. I smirked coldly, if her dickhead of a father knew what went through my mind he’d have her locked away in a fucking tower. But we all know that if I want something, nothing would stop me from getting it.

"I still think cleaning it will help speed up the process."

"Fine." I said suddenly. "You can check the one on my leg too."

I smirked as I walked away from the dead Wendigo, noting the parts of the she-wolf that were scattered around. I glanced at the walls. Blood was smeared over it, it looked like a scene from a horror movie. I liked to create such scenes, shame I wasn’t the one behind this one.

"In here." She said opening a door.

She didn’t seem to click on that I wanted to torture her. Oh well, this was going to be fun. She walked over to a cabinet and took some stuff out. I didn’t miss the limp that was more prominent in her ankle. Did she overexert herself?

---