Page 64 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

I had showered first and was now sat here with the snack bag, finishing off the brownies as I checked through my messages. Darien told me Indigo had begged him to tell her where Fred was sent as he wasn’t picking up her phone calls. I knew the fucker was still alive as I hadn't felt anyone's pack link break. He had also mentioned how Elijah was refusing to allow her to stay behind, and she would leave with them in the morning.

Rafael and Elijah had gone to see the rogue. The only thing he said was that the King needed the blessed wolf. Nothing I didn’t already know. It just reinforced the idea that the Rogue’s so-called fucking king actually may not know the witches' true colours.

I glanced at the bathroom door as I ate the last brownie, feeling a bit gutted they were finished. She had been in there a while and I was sure she was probably panicking. Just then the door opened and I looked at her as she stepped out.

Dressed in a pair of sky blue shorts and a cami that hugged her perfect body deliciously. Her shorts showed off her lush thighs and tattoo. I could see the faint outline of her nipples as well…

I felt desire flare up within me and the urge to claim her right then consumed me. It was taking my all to control the beast within. Her damp hair framed here gorgeous face and my heart fucking skipped a beat when our eyes met.

Our hearts raced and it felt like we were two teens experiencing this shit for the first fucking time.

89. Heartbeat

KIARA

I walked to the bed feeling his eyes were stuck on me, I didn’t miss the predatory look in his eyes, and I hated that it made my core throb. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt and just seeing him like that was making me drool. I looked away and quickly got in bed, picking up the selenite pendant I had left near my phone.

"I wouldn’t trust anything a witch gives you." He said moodily, putting his phone down.

"It has nothing dark or evil coming from it." I replied.

"She said it would conceal. Could it work on your aura or some shit?" He said, now getting up from the two-seater sofa and coming over.

Our eyes met and I knew he could hear my wild heartbeat.

"I don’t know…" I said, shrugging. He took it, examining it before he held it out.

"No fucking clue. Witches are not very likeable; they have tempers and truly hate our kind. I wouldn’t accept anything from them." He said, his eyes full of resentment, the same resentment I had seen in the witch’s eyes.

"I still think we need to get past all the age-old hate." I said, placing the pendant down.

"Maybe fucking so." He said. His eyes met mine and I realised how intimate this was... We were alone in a bedroom… He leant in closer. My heart raced, while he smirked mockingly as I leant back against the headboard. "Relax, I told you. If you want something, you’re going to have to fucking ask for it."

With those words, he grabbed the other pillow and moved back, leaving my heart a mess. I placed a hand on my chest, taking a deep breath the moment he turned his back to me. My eyes fell on his fine ass and I bit my lip, damn… I saw him toss the pillow on the ground before he settled down. The Lycan King himself was settling for the ground? I had actually thought he’d take the other side of the bed…

"Do you want something Amore Mio? Because if you keep on fucking looking at me like that, I won’t be able to control my actions…" He said, his deep voice sending my stomach fluttering.

"No, I was just… Never mind. If you want you can sleep on that side…" I said, my cheeks burning. No, I was not ready to get intimate, but it hurt seeing him on the floor.

His eyes were shut but he gave a cocky smirk.

"Thanks for the fucking offer but I assure you, if I get on that bed, I won’t be able to control myself." He said, sending my heart racing. "I wanted to tear your clothes off every time I saw you before this fucking mate bond, so just think how much stronger that feeling is now."

His eyes now met mine and I felt my cheeks burn.

"Good point, stay on the floor." I said, turning and switching the lights off from near the bed and settling down to sleep. Trying not to focus on his scent or his presence…

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ALEJANDRO

I don’t know what time it was when my eyes flew open, I had just had a fucking trip down memory lane, back to that dreaded night… I sat up, taking a deep breath and inhaling her delicious scent. That calmed me as I ran a hand through my hair. That shit always came back sometimes, just to remind me… I looked at the bed, I couldn't see her face from this angle, just the curve of her breasts rising and falling with every deep breath she took…

I closed my eyes, lying down again, listening to the beat of her heart and not wanting to focus on anything else. My own heartbeat blended with hers, the odd car driving by outside and the faint snores of whoever was in the room next door merging too. I let it lull me back into sleep, but just before I dropped off a new sound caught my ear, a very faint heartbeat coming from this very room and this time I recognised exactly what it was. The heartbeat of a newly created life.

I stood up, my heart pounding wildly as I looked at the sleeping nymph on the bed and made my way over to her. I crouched down, slowly moving her blanket back as I stared at her taut stomach that was on display, her cami had risen up to her waist. Leaning closer, I closed my eyes, focusing past her strong heartbeat and her scent that was driving me nuts. My heart skipped a fucking beat and my stomach twisted when I heard it.

I moved back suddenly as the heavy weight of realisation struck. Kiara was pregnant and there was only one person who could possibly be the father. Me.

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