Page 39 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

22. One Of Concern

ALEJANDRO

I raised an eyebrow. What did that even mean? He sighed, running his hand through his hair and looking at the trees that surrounded us. Only the rustle of leaves or the odd animal could be heard.

"He was trying to take her. I still remember the look in his eyes… He didn’t even look like he was fully there. He didn’t care that I was hacking at him, he was just trying to take her… I brushed it off. There’s been several events but that day… outside the cinema... the Wendigo didn’t seem to have gone in for the kill. We both know that and we both know how fast they are. Kiara couldn't have outrun them if they wanted to kill her. Then at the hospital, of all places, it chose to go there. There are more pups and wolves in the packhouse."

The fucker was smart. His line of thought matched my own. I stayed silent, letting him speak.

"I don’t know why, there’s nothing different about Kiara… but just in case my assumption is correct… then Kiara may be the target."

I scoffed dryly.

"So, you’re sending her to me because you think you can protect your pack like this?"

"No - because I know Kiara will go to some other pack, one way or another. She’s Scarlett’s daughter and fucking stubborn." He growled. I smirked.

"Seems like Daddy’s little girl isn't under his control."

"She isn't a child anymore, I know that. So that was my reason… You don’t seem shocked." He now looked at me sharply.

I stayed silent for a moment, her odd aura hadn't been picked up by him, so there was no point in me telling him that.

"So, you want me to protect her yet you’re sending her right to me, when we both know I'm a fucking monster?" I said coldly, avoiding his statement.

He frowned at me.

"You’re dangerous, I know that. But you also spend your life protecting the werewolf race." He said.

"Only because I'm bored. I enjoy the chase and kill." I said arrogantly. He smirked.

"Tell yourself whatever you want to keep up your bad boy image. You care, admit it or not." He said cockily.

This is why I hated him. Dickhead. He acted like he fucking knew me.

"You do remember, she fucking pisses me off and I don’t mind ripping her head from her body?"

He growled venomously at me and I smirked. One point for me.

"I know that. I want to ask you, not Alpha to Alpha… but as a father to the ultimate protector of the werewolf race, will you please protect her?" He asked quietly, the arrogance gone.

It took me by surprise, as I saw the unmasked worry he had in his eyes. Could a person really change that fucking much for those he loved? Was it even possible? Elijah was one of the cockiest men I knew and here he was asking me to protect his girl.

"Kiara has been through so much but she's resilient, reckless and selfless. She would stand in the line of danger regardless of her own life. I only want you to give me your word that you won’t hurt her. If she pisses you off, ship her back to me. I’ll be having a word with her too."

Ok, I was definitely fucking taken by surprise now. I didn’t expect him, Elijah, to ever submit like this. Maybe I should ask him to get on his knees and ask me? I smirked and he narrowed his eyes.

"Don’t piss me off." He warned me, as if knowing what was going through my mind. Oh well, maybe next time.

"Fine. I’ll try not to kill her." I said, taking a drag of my cigarette.

"Give me your word as Alpha." Elijah pushed.

The fucker was irritating.

"I’m the fucking king, I don’t take orders." I replied coldly. "I won’t hurt her, she’ll return to you on the blood moon in one piece."

There I gave him my word; didn’t mean I wouldn’t emotionally mess with her... Or sexually… He was smart, but it was clear he didn’t realise that there was more between us. Was it our age difference? Well, his loss.

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