Page 183 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"You risked yourself for us all. Like a true King."

"Yeah, whatever. Stop with the sentimental shit or I’ll seriously consider calling you Pops." I mocked.

He narrowed his eyes but didn’t reply as Scarlett came over and put our pup into his arms.

"He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?" She whispered.

I saw Elijah’s eyes soften, and he smiled as he looked at his grandson.

"He is, looks like Al."

I left them to it and looked at my queen. I sat down next to her and wrapped my arms around her tightly. The sparks that always reminded me that this was home filled me, I knew Elijah was watching me, but even when I kissed my nympho he didn’t interrupt. I smirked against her lips as I pulled her close deepening the kiss.

No one disturbed us. It seemed they finally got it, that she was mine.

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It was a few hours later and Kiara had finally gone to sleep. Dante was settled and I was now looking at Azura - Indy and Fred’s little one. I hadn’t wanted to leave Kiara alone, but Elijah had asked if we could have a word. I guess I could ask him about all the shit that went down. How many men did we lose? Was everything ok now?

Scarlett refused to leave Kiara alone and had fallen asleep on the armchair. So here we were, Elijah and I with the little pup, who was fresh and wide awake. Didn’t they ever sleep? Why the fuck were they awake in the middle of the night?

"How many people did we lose?" I asked.

"Every pack that contributed?” Elijah asked.

"Yeah, that would be a start."

"Near a thousand. I lost near a hundred, you lost about eighty… Rafael’s pack lost over a hundred and twenty. No pack walked away without a loss. It was brutal…"

Fuck. That was a lot… The burning anger I felt towards witches only grew and I clenched my jaw. They needed to be destroyed.

"Don’t go down that path. This battle has shown that we are just two species that should never mix. Things were tough, but remember she was a lone witch who had gathered a few others. It wasn’t the coven itself. The majority just hate us, but they are not really bothering us." He replied firmly.

He had a point, full-on war meant more deaths… And as fucking petty as it sounded, I didn’t want to be the one responsible for ripping mates apart just to satiate my fucking ego.

"And Marcel, where’s the fucker at?"

"Kiara gave them some land to settle on, but there were many Alphas who refused to see or accept him and his pack as one of us." Elijah said, playing with the little one.

"So, Kiara’s been handling all this shit?" I asked, feeling fucking useless.

"She wanted to, and it kept her occupied. She’s stronger than I ever thought she was."

"She fucking is, and she’s all mine." I said, thinking of her.

I was damn proud of her, not to mention fucking impressed with her strength. All I wanted was to go to her, take her up in my arms and never fucking let go.

"She is and I can see you love her more than anything." He said with a small smirk on his face.

"Glad you finally acknowledge that shit. We both know I’ll be keeping her happy and satisfied." I taunted, hoping to irritate him.

He frowned slightly and it only made my smirk grow.

"What’s wrong, Elijah? Getting pissed off?"

"Actually, for once, no. Seems like you just like to annoy me. Shame, but I think I’m getting used to your crap. You might need to find a new target to annoy." He stated, sounding so damn irritating… But he had a point… He wasn’t all stressed or grumpy. Fuck.

"Oh well, I have a new target." I said looking in the drawers under the coffee table.

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