Page 85 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

"Did you hear that scream?" I heard one of the warriors on patrol say to her partner.

"I did, maybe someone training? Oh, Alpha-"

I didn’t stop as I rushed past them in a blur, trying to sniff her out. What had happened to her? I tried to push aside the emotions that were eating me up inside. Whoever hurt her, I’ll fucking tear them to shreds.

I growled lowly when I finally caught sight of her, her delicious scent of chocolate mixed with something I never wanted to smell on her, her blood.

I felt the burning fire of anger blaze within me, taking in her back that was slashed and how she was holding on to the wall in order to walk, her other hand holding her phone with the torch on.

"…" She seemed to have sensed me. I knew if anything it was my fucking anger that she could feel. I closed the gap between us in a flash, cupping her face.

"Kiara. Who the fuck did this to you?" I growled menacingly.

She froze, her heart hammering and I realised the last time she saw me was when we kissed…

"What happened, Kiara?" I repeated.

I needed to know, the desperation to destroy whoever did this to her was threatening to snap all my self-control. She looked as gorgeous as ever, but the clear pain on her face was driving me crazy. She looked up but she wasn’t looking directly into my eyes.

I hated the fact that she was out here in the fucking dark when she couldn't see. Where were her guards? Why the fuck was she out here alone? It was then that I caught another scent on her, a scent I recognised extremely well… My eyes flashed red and her gorgeous ones finally found mine.

"Nothing happened, I was sparring." She said. My eyes narrowed.

"Your entire back is slashed open. Care to explain what kind of sparring that is?" I growled dangerously. I hated being lied to.

"It was just sparring…" She muttered, pulled out of my hold. "Now get out of my way."

I grabbed her arm and spun her around, making her flinch from the tug at her wounds. I felt guilty, fuck - couldn’t I even do anything carefully?

"Let go of me!" She growled, her eyes flashing.

"Don’t fucking irritate me. We both know that I know exactly how to shut you the fuck up." I said dangerously. She tensed and I didn’t miss the scorn on her face.

"That won't work anymore." She said quietly.

I felt my stomach twist as if she had fucking punched me in the gut. I didn’t miss how she stayed stiff in my arms rather than lean into me… It sure messed with me.

"Oh yeah, why not?" I asked coldly as I carried her back towards my mansion.

I wasn’t going to bother with the front door. I had enough of getting confronted by fucking pups.

"You're engaged. Unlike you, I'm not a whore." She said icily.

I smirked, I'm sure if I wanted… I could fuck with her head… But wasn’t this what I wanted?

"One woman is never enough for me."

"I pity Jasmin." She replied carelessly.

I stayed silent when we reached the mansion and stopped at the bottom of my window, I jumped up onto the ledge outside my bedroom, making her gasp. Her nails were digging into my neck as I slid the window open, cradling her with ease in one arm. I felt the tingle from her touch rush through me at her contact with me.

If I hadn't done this for years, I may have fucking fallen. I was tempted to give her a scare, just to have her cling to me for a little longer.

The moment we stepped inside, she jumped out of my arm as if I burned her. She stumbled as her feet hit the ground, leaning on her left ankle. She reached out to guide herself as she hobbled towards what she thought was my door. Poor girl... I smirked… Carry on that way and you’re going to hit the fucking bed soon enough.

"Let me check your wounds." I said.

"No thanks." She replied bitterly.

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