Page 39 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Just make sure you know what you want." She said as she finished her drink. "Well, get dressed, there's about to be a small meeting. As the king’s mate… You should be there. Alejandro is leaving soon to follow some clues Indigo and Fred found… and I think it's high time you showed everyone what you’re capable of."

I nodded, this involved me and I was not going to sit back and let more people die… The mention of Aunty Indy and Frederick made me want to tell Mom about them… but I couldn't, I needed to speak to Aunty Indy first and I couldn't delay that any longer.

78. Her Ace

ALEJANDRO

Last night I had slipped up and said Amore Mio to her face. That was fucking messed up, especially since I was about to fucking mark someone in front of her.

I needed to take a step back and see where to go from here. She had given me hope, a hope I didn’t deserve, and one that I didn’t know I couldn’t live without.

Seeing her baking those brownies… in my house. I wanted her here forever. I knew in that moment she was the one I wanted to wake up to every morning. The last thing I saw before I fell asleep at night. I wanted her to warm my bed, just how she was fucking warming my heart.

Yeah, I knew I cared for her, but accepting her... That part still fucked me up. She was strong and I knew she could handle me… Not to mention I was too fucking weak to live without her.

So here the fuck I was, after a long run, thinking all night and day about her… I knew I needed her… But I needed to work on the shit I fucked up and to trust the fact that I wouldn’t hurt her…

It was going to be a fucking nightmare, but I was ready to at least fucking try.

I told Claire to bring my food to my room as I handled the paperwork for some business issues I had to attend. Although I usually had some of my men handle it, there was some shit only I could deal with. I had just finished eating and was headed to my home office.

Since all the fuckers were gathered here, I guess we would just hold the meeting here.

I opened the door to find Rafael and Darien already inside, both men stopped talking when they saw me.

I bet the fuckers were talking about me.

"Alejandro." Rafael said with a smile.

"Excuse me, I’ll be back in ten for the meeting." Darien said, quickly excusing himself.

I gave him a murderous glare as he walked past before I took out a packet of cigarettes and lit one.

"You were out most of the night." Rafael said as I leant against the wall, taking a long drag of my cigarette.

"Yeah? And that’s your fucking business why?"

"I didn’t say it was. I'm just concerned about you, Al." He said, coming over to me as he crossed his arms.

"Don’t be, I don’t need you."

"What did I do?" He asked quietly.

I clenched my jaw as I stared off to the side. I didn’t need this shit.

"What the fuck do you think you did?" I asked coldly.

"I wish I knew. No matter how different we were… We were there for one another. Why did you start pushing me away?"

"That’s your fucking assumption." I said, now glaring at him.

But there it was, the ever so present concern, yet no fucking anger. What happened? Did the anger gene skip him and I got the full fucking brunt of it?

"Then why do I anger you? I see it and sense it. This irritation you feel when I talk to you."

"That’s because I hate your fucking fake sympathy and concern that you have plastered on your damn face, twenty four-fucking-seven." I said coldly. My aura swirling around me. Sure, there was a time we looked out for one another and he always supported all my fucking decisions… but that time had long passed.

"It’s not fake, I wish I could show you how I feel inside Al... I love you. You’re my brother and nothing can change that." He said quietly.

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