Page 188 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"You know that shit ain't the reason." Alejandro replied, frowning. "If it’s to keep those fuckers in line, I have many ways. You're already their leader, a leader in your own fucking right; we Rossi's are Alphas and having our own packs makes perfect sense. Now shut the fuck up and accept that shit, or Raf you can just put it on Leo’s name."

Maria blinked at every time he swore but I simply smiled. Past his crude language, he didn’t say anything wrong. Moreover, I was proud of him for being selfless and being such a perfect king. I watched him play another round, the way his angle jaw looked so good… His trimmed beard, those kissable lips… His earring glinting in his ear… He had bulked out again. Since waking up, he was back to training and was really busy with pack business and financial work, but he was still always there for us. I often woke up at night and he’d be making Dante settle down.

He was really hands-on, although he said he wouldn’t change any diapers. I mean, he did try, until Dante almost pissed on him and he had sprung across the room saying he did it on purpose. I really wanted to say it was coincidental, but he always seemed to feel sick on Alejandro too…

But the scene had been funny, someone who didn’t run from wolfsbane, poisons, enemies or danger, but he had run away from a baby and a stream of wee…

So, I excused him from diaper duties, but I knew one thing for sure: These two were really going to be something together.

"Did you hear about the witch who was killed up north?" Rafael asked suddenly.

The mood suddenly became dark and Maria tensed. Her brother had died in the battle against Endora, leaving his pack without an Alpha. Her father had taken over again until her nephew returned from Alpha training in a few months.

The battle was dubbed The Battle of Hecate’s Betrayal. I found it extreme, considering we couldn’t blame the goddess of witchcraft for the misdeeds of a few of her kind, but it was what people were saying and there wasn’t much we could do to stop them.

"That ain't going to make shit any better." Alejandro remarked.

I felt uncertain, wondering what the future held. The feeling of something more approaching flashed through me for a split second, but then it was gone.

"It won’t, but witches deserve it." Maria said quietly.

I could feel her pain. I had lost many too, so I understood.

"Mari…" Rafael said, wrapping his arms around her.

She shook her head, "This was their own fault. If the coven had kept their kind in check, this wouldn’t have happened. We reap what we sow, Karma will surely play its part and deal vengeance upon them." She stood up and came over, her eyes softening as she looked at Dante, who I had just finished feeding and had fallen asleep. "Shall I take him?"

I nodded, kissing his juicy cheeks a few times. I knew he’d be safe, but it was still a little hard to part with him. I gave him one final cuddle and Alejandro raised an eyebrow.

‘He’ll be fine.’ He said through the link, and I nodded. I knew he would.

"Well, I’ll let you boys carry on for a bit." I said, standing up.

I wanted to dress up a little for him tonight.

‘See you soon…’ Alejandro said. I could sense the carnal lust that was radiating from him and through the bond. I could feel his eyes on me as I left the room.

‘Do not come, until I tell you to.’ I replied.

‘That’s my line.’ His husky reply came.

Well, bring it on, because tonight…I was going to let him ravage me as he wished…

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I looked in the mirror, satisfied with what I was wearing. I had chosen a tiny lacy black lingerie set, with stockings and garters. I had covered my body in shimmer. Applying smoky heavy eye make-up and deep red lipstick. My nails were painted red and I had curled my hair. My heart was pounding because since he had been back this would be the first time that I had planned something. I took a deep breath looking myself over. I had always felt confident in myself, but with Alejandro and the way he looked at me, my confidence was sky-high. I looked over my tattoos that went nicely with the look, my breasts that were spilling out of the lingerie that I knew would be torn to shreds before the night even begun, examining my wider hips, brushing my fingers over my mate mark. This was the woman I was meant to be.

I turned away and looked at my phone, sighing softly. I had texted Raven for a bit, whilst I set up some candles a short while ago. She acted like she was doing ok, but I knew that wasn’t the case. She even said she had to go as her dad was calling. I was worried for her, even when she came to visit Dante. She was acting ok, but it scared me because she was somehow hiding her emotions where even I couldn’t sense them properly.

(FLASHBACK)

"…going to buy you a mockingbird and if that mockingbird doesn’t sing…" Raven trailed off, as Dante fell asleep in her arms. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with emotions.

"He is so cute, gosh, he’s the baby version of chocolate and marshmallows." She whispered, bringing him over to me.

I kissed him softly as I took him and settled him into his crib, pulling Raven down next to me on my bed.

"So, how are you feeling?"

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