Page 48 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

I haven't done anything yet… but I hoped we could work things out.

I met Mom and Dad, Rayhan and his family as someone took my bags to the car. I walked outside to see Alejandro talking to a few men. My gaze roamed his broad back, the way his shirt fitted him, his tattooed arms, his ass… Was it wrong that I wanted to kiss every inch of him? I bit my lip, my core throbbing at just how hot he was.

Ok, focus. We were not going to go down that path until things were fixed… I turned away, just in time as he glanced over at me. That cold, arrogant expression on his face, as he blew out the smoke from his cigarette. His eyes glinting as he looked at me, almost as if he knew I was checking him out.

"Before we leave, there's one stop we need to make." He said, coming over as he looked down at me.

"Where to?"

"The cells." He said, his face was now serious.

I could sense his displeasure. He didn’t want to do this… I nodded and he led the way as I followed. I wanted to know what he did with Fred but I didn’t speak. I intended to ask but not right now.

We reached the cells, the smell of metal, blood and something else filled my nose. It was dark in here. My breath hitched when I felt his strong hand take mine. My heart was racing as I slowly closed my fingers around his, allowing him to lead me. His hand was so much larger than my slender one… His calloused finger pads grazed my soft skin. I tried to calm the storm that was rising within me. This simple yet thoughtful move… This was all I had wanted… His love, his concern and care. Exactly what he was showing me now. Why couldn't we have just had this before we both acted on impulse and rash decisions?

Well, I guess it was too late to regret it.

As we got deeper into the cells it got chillier, and I couldn't even tell if it was light outside. The cold damp seemed to cling to my skin and the feeling that this place never got fresh air wrapped around me. The sound of a weak unearthly growl greeted my ears and my heart thudded.

"It’s the Wendigo. Do you think you’d be able to see if in any way you could get anything from it?"

"I can try." I said.

"Good." He said.

He let go of my hand and I missed the feeling of his touch. The scraping of the chains and padlock was all I could hear before the door was swung open, grating against the ground. Once again, his hand wrapped around mine, sending sparks of pleasure through me. "I should have brought a fucking light, I left my phone too."

I smiled.

"I'm fine, it's tied right? I just need to touch it." I said, feeling its weak heart beating. It was dying but there was no smell of blood. Was it poisoned?

"It’s tied and I'm right here." Came his deep voice.

"Are you poisoning it?"

"No, it’s fucking tied, which will do the damn job." He said.

"It’s dying." I said, my heart skipping a beat as he touched the small of my back, guiding me closer.

The thing growled, the sound of chains echoed in the cell as it struggled to break free. A futile attempt.

"Not sure why, maybe starvation?" He said thoughtfully.

I could sense the beast stir restlessly and Alejandro’s closeness. I placed my hand on the Wendigo, the matted fur making me internally cringe.

Pain. Agony. Despair.

I gasped at the burning emotions that rushed through me, tears sprung to my eyes at the emotions that came from this very beast. The urge to ease its pain overcame me and I saw the faint purple in the darkness. All I wanted was to help. Before me, I didn’t think it was a monster… To me it felt like something in pure agony, a being that needed respite.

"What the fuck…" Alejandro’s words came.

I don’t know what it was, in this darkness I couldn't see anything. Then a sudden realisation hit me. I was no longer touching fur but skin. I jerked my hand back.

"You… You’ve reversed whatever process he had gone through…" Alejandro murmured, sounding almost in awe.

My heart thudded as I could now smell that distinct smell that only rogue wolves carried.

"Well fuck." Alejandro’s voice came.

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