Page 37 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

ALEJANDRO

I left the office trying to control my emotions. Every time I saw that fucker's face, I wanted to fucking tear him to pieces. She didn’t come home the other night and I knew exactly where she had been. I smelled him on her the following day, even if it had been very faint. Nothing much went past my nose.

Which was one of the fucking reasons I’m so pissed that I can’t find a clue to track the Wendigos. It was like there was no scent, no clue. I had a feeling witches were working from the shadows too but I could think of no fucking reason for them to be... What was the goal?

I headed down to the cells. We had managed to capture a rogue and I was going to get some answers. For the last two days, Elijah had taken the reigns but got nothing out of him.

I now stepped into the room as the two guards shut the door behind me. The silver bars wouldn’t be able to contain me but for werewolves, it was fucking torture to touch or to be cut with. I looked at the wolf who was bound by chains. The room smelt of sweat and stale blood, laced with wolfsbane. Hmm, seems like Elijah knew a thing or two about torture from the state of the rogue before me.

I grabbed him by his hair and dragged his head back. Looking into his gaunt face, it was clear he didn’t eat enough.

"I don’t have fucking time. So, let’s get to it." I said dangerously. My eyes glowed red as I looked into his. "Who sent you?" The command in my voice was strong and I saw fear in his eyes as he became compelled to tell me. I was the King of all wolves, rogues included, and all had the urge to obey me.

"I-I ca-can’t say..” He stuttered, I saw his internal struggle. "W-we came as-"

He was fighting himself.

"Answer me." I growled, smashing his head into the ground before I dragged him back up once again, blood dripping from his fresh wounds. "I won’t keep repeating myself. I will kill you."

"W-we need mates!"

"Lies. Fucker." I grabbed his arm, twisting it back until I heard the sickening crunch. He grunted in pain and I held his hand back, not letting it reposition to heal.

"Let’s try again." I said dangerously. I felt the anger growing within me and the need to tear him to shreds consumed me. My anger from earlier was simmering already and this was just sprinkling oil on a fire that was already lit. "Who sent you?"

He struggled, pain and anguish on his face. How was he struggling and refusing me?

"The- The King." He said.

His eyes widened and his iris’s dulled, choking suddenly. I moved back just as white froth came out of his throat. He coughed and choked, writhing in pain until he suddenly stilled. I heard his heart stop beating and I turned away.

The King. Who the fuck was The King?

Another question, but no fucking answers…

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Night had fallen and I was at a fucking party held by the dickhead in my honour. The lights dazzled brightly, illuminating the area. One of the wolves was playing DJ and there was plenty of food being served too.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time, many casting nervous or scared glances at me. Like always, no one would approach me. The fear they felt when they saw me or felt my presence was enough to make them stay away but I was used to it. Being alone for most of my life worked out. I saw my men mixing with the pack, laughing and talking.

Well, maybe I should find a she-wolf for some fun… At least they were ready to spread their legs. I was getting fucking angry with all the questions that had no answers... and Kiara.

Even her name seemed to linger on my fucking lips. I watched her now, dressed in a short fitted blue dress with silver chain straps. Her breasts were temptingly on show and the back of the dress was pretty low, showing off her smooth skin. Her tiny waist and ample ass drew my attention, I would be fucking lying if I said I didn’t want to go over and fuck her right there. Her hair was curled with a dusting of glitter sprinkled in it, a reminder that she was just eighteen… Her midget of a friend stood by her side in a matching dress of dark purple. The fuck were these girls? Plain childish.

Liam and that fucker Dickman or whatever the hell his name was, were next to them, cheering over something. I didn’t miss the way Damon’s eyes lingered on her. I buried the thought away, trying to remain calm.

I turned my attention to the older she-wolves. There were a few single ones and I could see the looks they gave me. Each of them wouldn’t mind spending the night with me if I fucking wanted.

I spotted a certain brunette, her hair similar to Kiara’s. It was shorter but it was an ok match… I let my eyes trail over her. Nothing compared to Kiara, but she’d do…

As if sensing me watching her, she turned. Her light blue eyes opened wide as she blushed. I took a gulp of my alcohol, my eyes not leaving hers. Putting down the empty glass I walked off into the trees, I knew she’d follow. We walked in silence until we were a good way away and I stopped.

"Alpha." Her voice came. It was soft, nothing like Kiara’s husky one that I found kinda hot.

All this Kiara, Kiara, in my head was irritating me too. Fucking hell, was I going to compare everything to her?

I turned, not speaking as I walked over to her. Her heart was beating and I could already smell her arousal.

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