Page 181 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

I knew he wouldn’t, he came back from the dead for me. I don’t know how, but he did it. His love for me was unmeasurable.

"So, tell me... How’s life been?" He asked softly. Standing up, he moved the bed sheet back and got in, still holding me in his lap as he pulled the blanket around us.

"Life…"

Hard. Painful. Empty.

But I couldn’t word those, knowing he heard me through the bond anyway. He kissed my forehead tenderly.

"I know… I can’t imagine life without you, Kiara. Just thinking about it fucking kills me. You are fucking brave."

"Apart from that… Mom had Aunty Indy’s baby was born two days ago on the Blood Moon. They named her Azura Rayne. She’s gorgeous. Raven found her mates… Liam and Damon."

"Woah… Now that was some shit I wasn’t expecting. I hope she rejects the fuckers ass and chooses your brother. He’d kinda deserve that shit." Alejandro said sardonically.

I frowned slightly, looking up at him, despite the fact that I couldn’t even be annoyed at him.

"Don’t be mean to him because you don’t like him." I said with a pout. "They were mated for a reason."

"Still, I wouldn’t share, that shit's fucked. The moon goddess sometimes tests us. That doesn't mean she's always right. Maybe them being mated is just a test. I think that just accepting things as they are doesn’t always make it the only option. I mean, if you were mated to my Beta as well, he’d be dead before the day was fucking done." He said coldly.

I could feel his anger and possessiveness at just the thought, and it made me think, Liam hadn’t really acted like an asshole… He is an alpha male who would obviously be possessive. In fact, stepping back showed how much control he had. As much as I wanted them to be happy, I knew it wasn’t about what I wanted; it was what would be best for them.

I sighed after a brief moment of reflection on his words.

"Well, I have no idea what they are going to do, Liam left for training." I looked at our little baby who was sleeping peacefully and I tilted my head up. "Any names?"

I turned in his lap, now straddling him. My C-section wound was still dully aching but I was healing well. I bit my lip when I felt him throb against me.

"Names… it needs to be strong. You fucking carried him and birthed him, what do you like?"

"Something strong I agree, but I have no idea... I haven’t really been able to think properly." I said softly. "So any suggestions?"

"Hmm… Dante. What do you think?"

"Dante… I love it. It has a strong meaning too, Dante Alejandro Rossi. My little prince."

It sounded just right. Dante…

"Perfect, name sorted… Were you alone for the birth?" He asked softly.

"I actually had a caesarean… When you… When I thought you were gone, I… I tried to heal you and in turn drained my energy, I didn’t even realise I had him until I woke up." I said feeling upset. "I didn’t even realise that I was in labour…"

"Hey... You're fucking amazing to have gone through all of this shit alone. You’re probably still fucking hurting, right?"

I nodded as I looked at him blinking back my tears, not caring that I was acting like a baby.

My stomach did a flip when he gently pushed me back onto the bed. My core knotted as it betrayed me, the moment he lifted my gown all thoughts of pain were gone. I just wanted him… The cool air hitting my legs, I was bare to him in only my panties.

His eyes darkened with desire, flashing red as he admired me. Did I look any different? I had just had a baby…

"Alejandro…"

He gave me a sexy smirk,

"As much as I want to eat you here and now, I wanted to check your wound." He slipped my underwear down slightly looking at the long wound that was on the mend.

"Alpha saliva helps." He murmured, bending down and placing a tender kiss on top of my panties making my breath hitch. Pleasure rushed through me and my eyes fluttered shut.

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