Page 32 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

Curiosity filled me and my mind flitted to fourteen years ago when I had saved her, remembering how she had walked back then. I had thought she wouldn’t make it in this world. I guess I was fucking wrong, she was different, but at the same time I had to admit she was strong. To face a Wendigo without fear… was something not even the best of my warriors could do. Sure, they’d face them, but they did fear it.

"This may sting a little."

"I'm sure I’ve dealt with more fucking pain than this."

"Ok big guy." She shot back, dabbing the cloth rather firmly on my back.

Whatever she had put on it stung a little, but it was nothing compared to the pain I’ve felt. Pain, I relished in the feeling, the only reminder I was alive. I tensed when she placed her hand on my shoulder. I felt the rush of pleasure from her fingertips tingle through me and I rolled my neck, stretching out the kinks. That was another thing that made me feel alive - her fucking touch.

"You’re all tense." She said, placing the cloth down and I felt her add something chilling to the wounds. I frowned, feeling a tingle of coolness from her hand. That was what I felt moments ago but as soon as it came it was gone.

"Do your fucking job." I remarked. I raised an eyebrow when her nails dug into me. I turned my head and glared at her, she moved back, her eyes widening.

"What?" She said.

"You know exactly what." I said dangerously. She had better not forget her place. Once again, she didn’t cower under my fucking aura. Maybe she was just a bar of chocolate? Just like chocolate, she didn’t have the ability to feel my power. Maybe the same fucking rule applied to her. I wonder if she tasted like chocolate too…

Well shit, I was seriously losing my fucking mind. She moved around me and my eyes went to her waist. She had been hurt too…

"Don’t you need to fucking tend to yourself?"

"Yeah, I’m going to clean it now." She said, lifting her top, showing off the large gash that ran across her waist and stomach. Her under breast tattoo caught my attention and I found my gaze lingering on her breasts as she wiped the wound. It was kind of amusing watching her try to look past her breasts to see her wound.

"I don’t fucking care. If you drop off, at least we’ll have one less Westwood in the fucking world."

"This world needs us Westwood’s." She shot back, glaring at me.

"Is glaring all you can do?"

"I can do a lot more." She retorted.

"Yeah, I heard you that night." I remarked, making her blush.

She turned slightly, grabbing the bandage. "Come here." I commanded, I felt her tense. Well, at least my Alpha command worked on her.

She raised an eyebrow and came over, I smirked.

"Seems like you do know how to follow orders." I said. I did not miss her racing heart. I took the gauze from her.

"Only if I want to."

"So, I wonder what else you want…" I remarked, opening the bandage. I placed it around her waist, feeling her tense under my touch.

My eyes didn’t leave her, as I wrapped the bandage around her stomach, not missing her taut stomach and defined waist. She was pretty sexy. I guess the fucker was good at one thing - Making a pretty, sexy daughter. I pulled it tighter, making her gasp as her hand went to my shoulder. I resisted a smirk as I completed wrapping the bandage around her and tucked it firmly in.

"Thanks…" She said, ruffling her hair as she lowered her blood-soaked top slightly.

"I’d say anytime but the only time I have my hands around a woman's waist is if I’m fucking them." I remarked.

Her cheeks flushed and I felt her breath hitch.

"Then I guess I should feel honoured." She said.

I smirked. "Or insulted, you’re clearly not hot enough."

I was not going to give her the fucking satisfaction of knowing that she was fucking sexy. Her eyes flashed with anger and she gave me one of her withering glares.

"You are such a fucking arsehole."

---