Page 77 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

"What?! You what?! Elijah! Alpha Elijah is going to fucking kill you dude!"

Yeah, this is why I don’t like telling him shit.

"I'm not scared of that dickhead."

"Well, he and your brother together might be able to do some damage. Throw in Rayhan and Liam…" Darien said.

"I'm so fucking scared." I said mockingly.

"Alejandro, why the hell would you fuck a teen?" He asked, rubbing his forehead.

"She’s a woman." I said carelessly, remembering her perfectly smooth skin… her pussy… Pleasure rushed south and I pushed the thoughts away.

"You usually go for women over twenty at least…" He remarked.

Yeah, he wasn’t fucking wrong… But there was something about her...

"Who knows? I found her fucking sexy, so I fucked her. She wanted it just as much as I did." I said coldly.

"That’s hard to believe." He scoffed. "She’s a sweet young woman."

"Who doesn't want a piece of me?" I said arrogantly.

"Me." He said glaring at me.

Well, someone wasn’t in a fucking good mood.

"I'm still pissed off, so better watch it." I warned, my eyes flashing dangerously.

"Ok fine, so then what happened?" He asked, sighing in defeat.

"Then I ignored her, agreed to marry Jasmin, then went and kissed her in front of Jasmin - who let it out that we were engaged. She ran out, Rayhan tried playing the fucking knight in shining fucking armour and I snapped." I said in my ‘I don’t give a fuck’ tone.

He looked confused and shocked. Probably more because of my unbothered attitude.

"Ok, about Jasmin… Are you sure?" He asked quietly.

"I need someone to play the role, I won’t be tied to her." I said firmly, puffing out smoke.

"You will have to mark her."

"Yeah, if I want fucking kids. Which I don’t..."

"No. If she is to be the Queen of this pack, then you will need to mark her."

"Then I will, but she’s not marking me." I said, firmly tossing the cigarette butt into an ashtray and taking up another.

My entire neck was covered in tattoos, a decision I made years ago… No one will ever mark me. I was no one's fucking bitch. That was the plan even when I hadn't minded the idea of a mate.

"Having a mate is a beautiful thing. Destined or not… Do what makes you happy Alejandro, not what is expected or what you think is best." He said quietly.

"I always do whatever the fuck I want." I shot back.

"Yeah, what you want, not what makes you happy." He countered, now crossing his arms. "Look… Rayhan’s in quite a bad state…"

"I don’t care. Get the fuck out." My tone held finality, my anger igniting once more.

He just looked at me, knowing he wasn’t going to get more out of me. Not if he wanted to make it back to his mate and daughter alive.

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