Page 23 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

I knew Rafael and Alejandro well; despite his shitty attitude, he did care for the werewolf race. He had rules and despite being single he didn’t sleep with every she-wolf in his pack that was willing to spread her legs. Something I wish I had done, but I guess we can’t change the past.

The reality was, Kiara and Alejandro were mates. Oh hell… that was so damn strange to even think of. He was sixteen years older than her… Sure, mates with age gaps exist, but I never expected that much of a big one… I glared at him as he left the hall.

Suddenly, I felt very possessive of Kiara. He was going to hurt her tonight and she was here stubbornly ready to take it. Her dressing statement was clear now. She was making a point in her own way. The girl was a mix of her mother and me, which meant she was stubborn, reckless and knew what she wanted ten times over.

I had seen Alejandro put himself in harm’s way for her and the fact he cared for her even if he tried to hide it… it meant they could work… I frowned at the very thought of that asshole marking my Angel. I remembered when I had first come here. Even when he had headed to his office, one I've visited several times, he never bothered with lights... The man enjoyed staying in the dark. That day he had switched on both the hall and the office lights, and then there was the way he had defended Kiara as well.

But… she slept with Rayhan, as a mate wouldn’t he have been pissed at that? It sure fucking pissed me off. There was some stuff that didn’t make sense but… Although I hated the arrogant asshole, I knew he was the strongest Alpha and the only one who would be able to deal with Kiara’s own abilities. He had been the only one to get past her force field last night…

Fuck that would make us like fucking family… Shit that was gross. He was a damn, irritating, cocky- Kiara’s mate. Of all men, fucking hell.

"Elijah… Seriously, what’s wrong?" Scarlett asked me sharply.

I looked down at her.

"Tell you tonight." I said, kissing her lips.

I knew she was going to be pissed. We didn't tell her straightaway, Kiara would have to do the honours. I hadn't wanted to tell Scarlett because my beautiful bombshell loved to attack first and ask questions later. I pulled her close and kissed her again before she could ask me any questions.

"I'm not intruding, am I?" Maria said.

"Of course not." Scarlett said. "Where has Rafael gone?"

"To talk to his brother." Maria replied, smiling slightly.

Maria had never been comfortable around Alejandro, I guess she only saw his anger and temper. Growing up, he did attack other warriors and Rafael a lot. But someone like me, who sees him every few months, could see there was more to him than that…

It was still too much to get my head around and I knew once it was known publicly, if it got out… things were going to get fucked up. I would need to wait and see what he does from here…

"It’s time." One of the elder council members said. "Someone summon the King."

This was it… What do I do? Let him go ahead and mark Jasmin? Talk to him? Stop him? If she wanted me to step in… she’d tell me. This was going to be hard.

I glanced at her. She had just finished dancing with some Alpha and refused a dance with another. Her strong aura clear around her, as she carried herself with grace. I smiled sadly, seeing her grow up in such a short time… It was bittersweet but I was proud of her. I didn’t need to do anything, Alejandro’s decision and actions would decide his fate… And I had to leave it to Kiara… She now turned to look at the council member's receding back as he went off to find Alejandro…

It was time…

71. His Resolve

ALEJANDRO

I downed the liquid, relishing the way it burned my throat before I tossed the glass onto the ground, watching it shatter into a thousand pieces before gripping the balcony rail as I glared out into the darkness. Why couldn't I fucking control myself? I was fucking losing my shit and she stood there unbothered. Fuck, I was relying on her running away from me. Not coming to my fucking engagement looking like a fucking goddess. The way she stood there... poised, in control and that goddess damned aura of hers. The urge to mark and mate with her right now was taking over. I needed her gone… How do I get her to leave?

"Alejandro." Rafael's voice came.

Well fuck, can no one leave me the fuck alone? Clearly not. He came over and rested on the rail next to me. I clenched my jaw, glaring out ahead.

"You ok? You seem… restless." He said, his fucking concern clear in his voice.

I scoffed.

"I'm not a fucking kid Raf, and more than that, don’t try to act like you fucking care."

"I do care. It doesn't matter that you’re thirty-four, you’re still my kid brother. I'm proud of you, that you’re ready to settle down… But I don’t know, you don’t seem to be happy…" His tone was as gentle as ever.

I hated it, hated that shitty concern. It reminded me of our fucking childhood when he told me it’s all going to be fucking ok… He was the only fucking one who’s seen me at my fucking weakest and most vulnerable…

"I'm fucking fine."

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