Page 102 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Why the fuck have you brought her for?" He asked Serena, as he tossed his cigarette into a trash can a few feet away.

"She just got back, so I thought why not." Serena replied.

I saw them look at each other, realising they were mind-linking. Serena blushed and nodded.

"She’s going to keep you company." She added quickly.

I wondered what Alejandro had said… honestly!

I glared at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"What did you say?" I asked quietly.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, his lips brushing my ear. Sending a rush of pleasure through me.

"I only said that you’re going to need stuff that is maybe a little too explicit for a thirteen-year old’s eyes… I’m not fucking wrong, am I, Amore Mio?"

Our eyes met, my core throbbing under his intense gaze. No, he wasn’t wrong… because there was plenty that I wanted to buy… and he was right. Some of it, I don’t think it would be suitable for a thirteen-year-old…

"You’re never fucking wrong." I whispered, using his language.

A sexy smirk crossed his lips as he pulled me against him and kissed me hard. Igniting that flame of desire within me. Neither of us cared that we were in a crowded shopping centre. His one hand slipped under my cardigan, squeezing my ass cheek as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting every inch. I moaned softly, feeling my core throb. Oh, goddess… this man…

He broke away after a moment, an arrogant smirk on his face.

"You are fucking perfect." He murmured, I caressed his chest before moving away forcefully.

"As are you… so… shall we get going?" I asked, my cheeks burning as I realised how several people were watching us. Not to mention Tia staring open-mouthed.

"Sure, never fucking thought I’d ever come shopping…"

"There’s a first for anything Alpha." Serena added.

"There sure fucking is." He muttered, as Serena and I nodded, now looking around.

"Ok, dress for tomorrow first?" She asked.

I nodded, this sure was going to be a long day…

107. A Possessive She-Wolf

ALEJANDRO

Shopping. I don’t even get why the fuck it’s called that… It should be called fucking torture from hell. I mean, yeah, I wanted to treat her to a new fucking wardrobe, but having to play the guard? No fucking thanks. Kevin the fucker loved to shop, and he was in there shopping along with them. It was one of the reasons I invited him. At least he’d be there in close proximity if there was an attack. Whilst his mate Adam, Tia and I mainly hung outside getting fucking stares.

The only shop I was tempted to go into was the lingerie one. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind picking out a few crotch-less pieces for her. Maybe next time… Just the image of her in one of those fucking messed with my head. Not to mention her morning antics were still clear in my mind.

After five fucking hours, we were done, but I was more concerned about her ankle than my own fucking boredom. I could see the limp in her walk when she came out, and I fucking wished I didn’t suggest this trip. Her eyes met mine and they lit up, I didn’t bother smiling back as I walked over to her, scooping her up into my arms.

"Alejandro… I’m fine…" She said.

I simply shook my head.

"I didn’t even think." I said quietly. Feeling the stab of guilt rush through me.

"Hey… I’m fine." She said, wrapping her arms around my neck. "You can put me down, people are staring."

"I don’t fucking care." I growled, as Tia giggled watching us.

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