Page 116 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

I frowned, my red blazing eyes glaring into his dark blue ones.

"I’m far from innocent… I know I hurt her… I messed up and I fucking paid for it. But I love her, so do whatever the fuck you want, but if I were you, I’d keep my fucking voice down, because she’s pregnant and does not need this fucking shit." I growled quietly.

His eyes flashed before he let go of me roughly, and I looked at him coldly.

"The only reason I’m letting you off, is because you’re her father… Touch me again and I’ll fucking tear you to shreds." I said coldly.

"You hurt her a lot more than I thought… I don’t even know if I should forgive you." He spat.

"Don’t forgive me, I don’t fucking need it. But try to at least tolerate me, for her." I growled back, equally pissed. "There’s enough shit going on in our lives to keep her fucking stressed out, at least think of our pup. Your grandchild."

He frowned, running his fingers through his hair, before he kicked the sofa in anger, his foot tearing through the leather. Fucker.

Rafael had just watched silently.

"You might find this a game… But Kiara is my child, and until you have a daughter, you won’t know how precious they are… A lot of things make sense now… But I can’t believe she was strong enough to handle it… I don’t care if Kiara’s accepted you, until I see it for myself, I won’t believe it." Elijah said, now looking at me coldly.

"I have nothing to prove to you. I care for her and her alone." I replied coldly.

Our eyes met and I fucking didn’t get it. We had nothing in common apart from our love for Kiara.

The door opened and Kiara stood there, her eyes wide as she looked between the two of us. I saw her gaze flicker to my cheek, I’m sure I was almost fucking healed… I turned my head away, not wanting her to see it.

Her heart thudded and from the corner of my eye, I saw her rush over, stumbling in the process. Both Elijah and I moved in a flash to catch her, I got there first, catching her by the elbows before she stumbled and I pulled her into my arms. Her scent hit me like a wave of pure bliss, calming my raging emotions.

"I’m sorry." She whispered.

I had no idea what the fuck she was apologising for, but I simply held her tightly, inhaling her scent. I didn’t care who the fuck accepted us and who didn’t. She was all that mattered. She wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me tightly.

I heard Elijah sigh but I didn’t bother to look at the fucker.

Kiara moved back, looking at her father, her chest rising and falling in anger. I knew she was about to say something, and I knew she’d regret it later, I clamped my hand over her mouth to stop her.

"We’ve sorted our shit out, you don’t need to say anything." I said, giving her a small smirk.

I saw Elijah turn sharply, but Kiara only looked at me with her large green eyes with those blue rims filling with tears.

"Lie." She whispered.

"Hey… Look, we have. Do you see us fucking crying?" I said.

She frowned, touching my jaw, which was still slightly sore from the fucking punches. Her touch sent a cool soothing tingle through me, healing me.

"Why did you hit him, Dad?" She asked quietly.

Elijah frowned,

"He wasn’t wrong, Amore Mio…"

Yeah, I can’t believe I’m saying this shit, but I know she’s daddy's little girl and I did not want her upset if she wasn’t on good terms with her father. And the fucker wasn’t wrong… I was in the wrong.

"What he said… I did hurt you, a lot." I said quietly.

She now frowned, her eyes flashing.

"Dad, here’s a news flash for you. I hurt him too. A lot. I love him."

The conviction in her voice as she said those words, sent my own fucking heart racing.

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