Page 56 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Enjoy your meal." She said politely before walking off.

Alejandro smirked.

"Jealous, sweetheart?" He asked mockingly, as he cut some of his steak. His dark eyes were fixed on me.

"Don’t call me that!" I said, tugging my hand free.

Did this seem funny to him? Stupid man, stupid handsome man who attracts attention…

"It’s your fault to begin with!"

"You know I've only got eyes for you." He said in that same cold yet sensual tone of his, making my cheeks burn and dare I say it… My core throb with that illicit need…

Oh, Goddess… When did he become so charming?

"Your charm won’t have me melting, in case that’s what you’re thinking." I said, giving him a confident look.

He tilted his head, a small smirk making its way onto his face.

"No, it fucking wont. It’ll just have you dripping wet."

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ALEJANDRO

Her eyes flew open at my words and I smirked victoriously. Teasing her was more fun than pissing her dad off. The Westwood’s were indeed perfect to fuck with, one way or another. But, the fact that she was opening up to me, meant a lot. I wanted her forgiveness. Just having her around me relaxed and calmed me way more than anything else.

We finished our meal with a bit of banter. I liked to tease her, yet whenever some female came near, I made sure to show her she had my attention. As much as it was fun seeing her get fucking worked up, I didn’t need her letting her power out and calling those fuckers to her like moths to a flame.

After a quick bathroom stop when we had finished eating, we were back on the road. The mood was more relaxed and it felt perfect. I could get used to this shit. Her legs were turned towards me slightly and the urge to caress her thigh only grew with each passing moment.

"How much longer?" She asked, suppressing a yawn.

"It’s not even that late." I remarked.

"Hmm, last night wasn’t the easiest to sleep through." She said.

I glanced at her and saw she was looking in my direction, but once again she was slightly off. I smiled softly, letting my eyes glow red. Hers instantly found mine. Now that was better.

"A lot did happen." I said, not really wanting to remember it.

"How come a Lycan’s eyes glow like that?"

"Well, I'm not a fucking history expert or some shit to know. Lycans aren't really walking around everywhere for me to go ask one." I replied, shrugging.

"True... It must feel lonely at times, right? Being one of a kind?"

Her voice was soft and resonating within me, soothing like a lullaby yet enticing enough that I just wanted her to keep talking.

"I’ve got used to it. It was safer anyway if there wasn’t anyone I was close to around… There’s less chance of me hurting them." I said.

I don’t know why I was telling her this. It felt like I was opening my heart to her, being vulnerable in a weird fucking way. But at the same time, it felt strangely good to talk about it.

Her hand reached out, brushing my knee before she placed it on my thigh, sending a bit too much fucking pleasure to my dick. I was a man who had a very high sex drive… and I had gone without for way too fucking long. Still, I tried not to react. Instead I reached for a cigarette and lit it.

"You know, you have always been way too hard on yourself. I wish you could see that." She said softly. I saw the smile on her face despite her words and cocked a brow.

"And would you mind telling me why the fuck you're smirking?"

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