Page 77 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

That day, coming to and seeing those body pieces spread across the floor. Her hand… Her ring… The guilt that I had killed her… I didn’t want to believe it… The woman I remembered as my mother was nothing like the woman before me. She was… kind… sweet… loving… Rafael reminded me of her… a lot. Not only did I feel like my whole fucking life was a lie… But it meant that even before her ‘death’… She couldn’t have love me… or she wouldn’t have made me go through that shit…

Through the pain and shock, I was feeling the stark truth that she had faked her death, and it hit me like a fucking hard slap across the face. She had let me live with the guilt that I had murdered her. Because of that, I was afraid to be around those I cared for. I told myself I didn’t care... Shut everyone off...

My heart was pounding and if it wasn’t for Kiara’s presence, I don’t know what I would have done.

All I know is if she hadn't done that… I wouldn’t have become so fucking closed off… I had still killed the man who angered me but not the mother I loved. Or should I say the mother I thought I loved, it seems I didn’t even know her…

"Alejandro…" She spoke, a smile on her face.

It made me sick. Despite her scent being familiar, I realised that I couldn't smell her wolf. Did she sacrifice it for power? Just the way she had done for the women at Zidane's pack?

"Don’t stand there and fucking call my name as if nothing happened." I spat coldly, my aura fully unleashed as it filled the room like a blanket. I saw the flash on the rogue fucker’s face at the level of my power. Yeah, he may be strong, but I was fucking stronger.

"It was all for a cause, Alejandro… You have become the man I wanted you to become." She said stepping closer. I saw Kiara’s aura flare around her.

"Stay away." She growled. The power emanating from her was fucking strong. It was blazing around her, but unlike last time when I couldn't even get close, it wasn't affecting me. Sure, I felt the pressure, but it wasn’t fighting against me.

I watched the witch, not sure if I should call her Endora or Mathilde because I sure as fuck would never address her as Mom again… She lost that right the moment she played dead. I guess I’ll go by her real fucking name… She paused, and I didn’t miss her tense at Kiara’s power.

"I am talking to my son, a son whose mate turned out to be most ideal…" She said, her eyes travelling over Kiara.

"If you even for one fucking moment think that I’d ever side you, then you are fucking delusional." I spat. "All these fucking years you’ve been alive…"

She smiled slightly.

"I had to do what was needed." She said, her eyes glinting.

The story the witch had told us about her past flashed through my mind. She had always been a hybrid… but she kept it hidden. How? Concealment spell? Probably…

"What the fuck is your plan?" I growled.

"To restore the correct king." The rogue fucker spoke.

I looked at him, feeling my stomach fucking twist. I knew where this shit was going…

"Alejandro... Meet your brother, Marcel."

Kiara gasped as I looked at him. Yeah, I was kind of expecting that… He looked a lot like Dad… and Rafael. I don’t even know what to make of this shit…

"I don’t get what's going on." The Rogue, or should I say, Marcel said.

Endora smirked slightly. Her eyes glowed and I felt the darkness growing.

"You need not think." She whispered, her voice seeming to come from every corner of the room. Kiara tensed as I watched Marcel’s eyes glaze over. So, he was partially under her fucking control.

"So, this is what you’ve done to your own fucking son? Made him into a fucking puppet?"

"I've waited for far too long to let anything stand in my way. Alejandro... Together we can rule more than just this country." She said.

Fucking psychotic bitch. Yeah, I knew once I was alone I'd feel this fucking betrayal, but right now… I was fucking pissed.

"Oh yeah? What’s your fucking plan then?" I asked venomously.

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KIARA

I was shocked when Alejandro said ‘Mom.’ The woman he had been beating himself up about killing was still alive, and worse, she was the one who was behind it all. I could sense his emotions. He was in turmoil, despite how his facial expression seemed just pissed off, I could sense the storm brewing within him. I held on to him, hoping that it helped somehow. Now looking at Marcel, I could see how much he looked like Rafael. They looked around the same age as well.

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