Page 45 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Aunty. When he treats you like this, what do you do?" I asked through clenched teeth.

It was so hard to contain my emotions.

"Not much… It’ll just make him angrier."

"You are a goddess damned Westwood. We bow to no one Aunty! You are stronger than this." I pleaded.

"Ok Kia! Please. Things aren't all black and white!"

"I know they’re not! Goddess! I know! I'm not a damn child! But this is wrong!" I exclaimed.

"Just stop. Please. I love him." Aunty Indy said, her eyes flashing.

I let out a deep sigh and nodded. Fine, if that was what she wanted…

Turning around, I stormed out of the office. Alejandro’s scent hit me and my heart skipped a beat. Had he heard? I looked around but he wasn’t here... I frowned. Maybe it was just the lingering scent from before…

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ALEJANDRO

I had been on my way back to my office to grab some files when I had heard the end of their conversation. Anger had flared within me like a poison and I saw red. I stood for a fair rule and to make sure any wolf abusing others were dealt with accordingly, but the abuse was happening right beneath my fucking nose.

My pack had an oath, one of equality, loyalty, respect and justice. That fucker had broken each one of those fucking rules… He wouldn’t get away with this.

Alongside my anger, I felt hurt. Hurt at the fact that Kiara actually thought I’d allow that… I guess I couldn't blame her. I acted like I didn’t give a shit when she confronted me last time… I didn’t want her to take Indigo’s words for it… I wanted her to see me for who I was herself… I was far from perfect. As I said, I'm a fucking monster, but I do not want anyone to get abused like that. Yes, I have lost myself in anger and attacked others. Heck, I even hurt Kia back at her pack, something I still felt fucking guilty over… But this… this was still wrong. Maybe I was being a hypocritical fucker… But wasn’t he meant to protect his fucking mate?

"Alejandro."

I stopped in my tracks, my heart still thumping, my eyes still red as I turned to glare at the fucker who called me.

"Everything alright?" Elijah asked, his sharp eyes watching me.

"Yeah." I growled.

"Before you leave, let Kiara look at the Wendigo. With her senses, maybe she can pick up on something." He said, not probing further.

I clenched my fists, knowing my eyes were flickering from red to black, trying to control this fucking anger that had reared its head.

"Fine."

"What’s wrong, Alejandro?" He asked.

"Nothing the..." I looked at him sharply. Why the fuck should I keep stuff about that fucker a secret? I tilted my head and crossed my arms. "Theoretically speaking, if someone you love is mated to a fucker, what would you do?"

He smirked cockily.

"Like you? Not sure how the hell that happened. Kiara’s too good for you." He said.

Yeah, she fucking was. Not that I was going to admit that to this dickhead.

"Yeah, I know I'm fucked up, but I won’t hurt her… I give you my word on that." I said quietly.

I never imagined me having this fucking conversation with Elijah. The dickhead was my mate’s father. Fuck, this was fucking awkward… He looked as uncomfortable as I felt right now, and I smirked mockingly. Oh, I could get used to this… If ever we worked it out… I would taunt him oh so very much. My anger calmed a little thanks to my sadistic sense of humour.

"Then again… depends. I mean, if she enjoys pain…" I smirked as his eyes flashed and I saw his teeth elongate.

"Watch it, Alejandro. If you dare to touch her-"

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