Page 78 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

His gaze locked with mine for a few seconds before he lowered his head in submission and then walked out. The door shut with a click and I stared at the ceiling once again. Sooner or later I’d probably kill Jasmin in a fit of anger, that’s why she was ultimately the better option. I wouldn’t give a fuck if she died… But Kiara… Fuck, she had done something to me…

I sat up, mind linking Callum.

‘What’s happening down there?’ I asked coldly.

‘Alpha, Rayhan is almost fully healed.’

‘Wasn’t he in a bad state?’ I asked, frowning.

"Yes, but there is something I need to tell you. It’s about Miss Kiara and Rayhan’s current state.’ He said, excitement barely contained in his voice. I frowned deeply. What exactly was going on?

‘I’ll stop by later…’

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I walked through the silent hospital hall. It was past midnight and everyone was mostly asleep. I was pondering over what Callum had just told me. So, I had been correct, there was something different about Kiara…

Kiara was definitely different, not to mention having the blood of one of the oldest werewolf families. I hadn't really ever heard of healer wolves, nor had I ever come across the name Asheton before. I wasn’t one for research and history anyway. Not unless it involved Lycan’s and that was research I did fucking years ago…

Callum had said she would have special abilities aside from the healing. My question was, if no one even knew of her ability and even I could barely sense it, how did the wendigos track her down? Something wasn’t adding up. Witches could be the answer, but how capable are witches?

The smell of hazelnut chocolate overcame me and I knew she was close. I made sure no one saw me as I slipped down the hall until I reached her room. What was I doing here? I hesitated but I couldn't stop myself. I needed to see her…

Opening the door, I slid inside her room, silently shutting the door behind me. There she lay on the bed in a clingy oversize shirt. The only light was the moon shining in through the window, emphasising her perfect body. A thin sheet draped over her from her waist down. Didn’t they leave a lamp or light on for her?

I frowned as I pushed the thought away. Why do I fucking care? I looked at her once more. One hand rested above her head on the pillow and the other was loosely draped over her waist. Her breasts rose and fell rhythmically.

A fucking siren, that’s what she was. Without even trying, she had fucking messed with my head… I inched closer.

Her heritage was a surprise, and something inside of me told me she was the type of queen I needed. The befitting Queen to stand by my side, but the two of us were just too different to ever fucking work. I was too fucking far gone, and dangerous. I know I can’t say it was just the sex I craved. Well, I did want that, but I’ll admit that I cared too - that was the reason she would never be an option.

Being by my side would make her a target. Although I knew she was already a target, I wouldn't make it worse for her. Besides, monsters didn't love.

I slowly brushed the few stray strands of hair that hung over her face back, before letting my knuckles brush down her soft cheek. She pouted in her sleep, nuzzling her cheek against my hand. I smirked slightly.

She was fucking cute…

Her lashes touched her cheeks as she slept and her plump lips were parted slightly. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Yeah, I admit shit like that in my head, but I wouldn’t fucking dare say it out aloud.

She turned on her side and I slowly moved my hand away, watching as she tucked both hands under her cheek, relaxing once again. I crouched down near the hospital bed, my face inches from her own. It had fucking hurt when she had run from that room, seeing her so fucking vulnerable like that…

I was sorry for being such a fucking dick to her, but I wasn’t sorry for fucking her or for that kiss… It was all I wanted, to fuck her one more time. Who am I kidding? One more time or ten more times. I’d never get tired of her, and that was all the more reason to stay away. If I could.

I leant forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips, relishing in her sweet taste. I felt her breath hitch and swiftly moved away as she stirred. Her heart rate quickened as she moaned, beginning to wake up.

I needed to stop doing this… Every touch, every kiss, was messing with my fucking head and body, in more ways than one.

I was out the door, leaning against the wall by the time she sat up.

"Is someone there?" She called out, her soft husky voice slightly thicker than usual. I didn’t move or reply, remaining as silent as possible.

After a moment, I heard her sigh softly and I wondered what she was thinking.

"You must be dreaming Kia." She murmured before laying down once again.

I silently made my way out of the hospital. I was going to leave on business later in the evening. But right now, I needed to get away from here and maybe it was best I left earlier. With all the pent-up emotions and frustration that coursed through me, I needed to vent somewhere. What better way than to find a fucking Rogue hideout?

39. Healing

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