Page 143 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

I touched my neck, knowing that those thin scars would remain as they were linked to an exile… I never thought he’d do that... But I knew I had hit a nerve…

I poked at the pasta as Scarlett opened a can for Kiara, then took the last for herself.

"You know, the amount of mess they made is stressing me out." She said ruffling her red hair. "And I dismissed the Omegas for tonight…"

I took a bite of the pasta, it was really good… I smiled softly, eating some more, the melted cheese making it easier to swallow.

"Marcel made that. He actually won the competition. Two certain Alphas couldn’t take that though…" Scarlett said, laughing.

"I don’t even think Dad should have gotten huffy, he did terribly…" Kiara said, wrinkling her nose.

"When things get sorted, we need a girl’s weekend away." Scarlett suggested.

"Oh, definitely! That would be great." Kiara agreed.

"Mm." I murmured. I put my fork down, not wanting anything else.

"At least taste Liam’s cake." Scarlett urged.

I broke a piece off and ate it,

"His mate will be lucky... He makes amazing cakes like both of you…" I whispered.

I touched my stomach; this child will never have a father... And what was I meant to say to it? That your father was abusive and was sentenced to death? At the same time, I wondered if Fred was alive… would he have cared for our child? Or would he have tormented it too? He knew I was pregnant yet still beat me… Maybe I was better alone… but it hurt… it hurt so much…

"We’re always here for you Aunty." Kiara whispered, she pulled me into her arms and I simply cried my eyes out, wishing life wasn’t so painful… I didn’t realise when Scarlett removed the tray and joined our hug. Will I be able to recover from this? Shouldn’t mates die together? How were some strong enough to survive?

All I could see was darkness... There was no hope, there was nothing left for me… Kiara’s and Scarlett’s comforting voices faded away as I sat there, feeling numb. Knowing they would return to their mates… But me? I’d be here all alone… in the end, I was still hurting, with or without him. This pain would never end…

117. The Night

KIARA

They were both hurting, Alejandro and Aunty Indy.

I knew Alejandro was afraid to lose me... No matter how much he denied it or wouldn’t speak of it. Auntie’s words about him getting killed and leaving me hit him hard. I had seen it when he stormed out. Even if he raised his walls, I could sense a person's emotions. His fear… His love… His concern…

It broke my heart seeing my king so vulnerable. He was always the heartless one, or portrayed himself to be, but now that he had finally let himself love… we were facing a witch. One who was powerful and fuelled by dark magic. Strong enough to be a risk to us all…

I was scared too, scared to lose my happily ever after before it had even begun...

I entered my old bedroom after we had spent the last hour with Aunty Indy. Only to see Alejandro standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, water trickling down his body and getting dangerously low… Goddess, I wouldn’t mind being those droplets right now… I licked my lips, my throat feeling dry. My core clenched at how smoking hot he looked.

He glanced at me, strands of his black hair falling in front of his eyes, another one of the things that made me dripping wet…

"Are you just going to fucking stand there, Amore Mio? Or will you shut the door?"

I blinked, then shut the door behind me, locking it before walking over to him.

"You showered already?" I ran my fingers through his wet strands of hair.

"I smelt of burnt onions." He replied with a deep frown, pulling me against him.

My heart pounded as I rested my head against his chest. Desire rushed through me, but more than that, I needed him… his embrace… his closeness… his comfort…

"Hey... What the fuck happened?" He asked, threading his hand into my hair as he tugged my head up to look at him.

I shook my head, making a kissy face, asking for a kiss. He smirked, bending down and kissing me softly.

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