Page 78 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"My plan? If it's appealing, will you side me?" Endora asked, her eyes glimmering red as she looked at Alejandro. I could feel her magic seeping closer. It seemed she didn’t know the extent to my ability. Even I didn’t, but I would just watch for now…

"Depends." Alejandro said. I knew he was smooth enough, but I saw from the small hint of a smirk on Endora’s lips she wasn’t stupid.

"You have turned into a fine man, Alejandro." She said, now playing with an amulet around her neck.

Was that the one Janaina wanted? I wonder what it does…

"Yeah, depends on what angle you look at that shit." He growled. "What about Dad? Is he dead or is the fucker alive?"

"You killed your father, Alejandro. My mate…" Her eyes glimmered with tears that were utterly fake.

I could feel her aura, sense her emotions and my annoyance was growing.

"Don’t really care. He was a fucker." Alejandro said.

"Yes, of course." Endora agreed.

No… he wasn’t. I looked at her sharply. She had made him that way… I was sure of it. It was one of those things I could just sense… Alejandro frowned.

"Fine. So, what’s your fucking plan and who the fuck is he? Like, how did you have another son no one knew of…?"

"Rafael's younger twin. I was told by a seer witch that my second born would be a power that could rival anything. A child who would be powerful beyond measure, a king of our kind, one who would create his own kingdom and rule us all. I misunderstood it and thought it meant Marcel. She meant my second pregnancy, not my second child. Sadly, he was just an average Alpha." I didn’t miss the bitterness in her voice.

"So, you fucking raised him to be a fucked up wannabe king?" He spat.

"Your father thought he died in childbirth and that was the plan, then when you were born. I didn’t think much of it, waiting for Marcel to become what prophecy foretold. A king that I trained him to be."

"Wouldn’t Dad have sensed the bond of a second son?"

"I'm a witch Alejandro, a hybrid. It isn't hard to cut a pack link and your father simply thought his son died…" Her tiny smile faded. "But then you were such a strong pup and I realised that the prophecy was meant for you. I couldn't take you away from the pack as your birth had drained me of most my magic. I was weak for years after, only hoping that I could keep my witch side a secret. I needed to leave to grow and regain my powers, by certain means…"

I knew that she probably meant dark magic. The world had a balance. Her birthing Alejandro and her powers diminishing were probably meant to be, but she was working against the very rules and law of nature.

"So that’s why no one knew… and Dad never realised your truth?" Alejandro asked coldly.

"No." She said.

Lie. I knew that one was a lie… She had probably bewitched him too. A sudden thought came to me and I frowned… Did she instigate her mate against Alejandro, so he would begin to feel hatred towards his own son? To make Alejandro become hateful? Even though it was just an assumption, I was sure I could be right. It would fit right in…

"So, why the fuck did you fake your death?" Alejandro spat icily.

"Like I said, a cause. To make you stronger, to show you who you are. So, when the time was right, I would return and show you where you truly belong. We can rule together. Over all races. The wolves, the witches and the vampires. With you, a Lycan leading us, the use of a blessed one and I, one of the strongest witches in the world, we can become a force beyond reckoning!"

97. Power

KIARA

"You’re fucking crazy." Alejandro said icily.

She frowned slightly, her eyes glimmering. I let my aura out, allowing it to swirl around our feet, keeping her dark magic at bay. I wasn’t sure if I could fight her off, but… I could try. I was working purely on instinct here. One thing was clear: She was derailing Alejandro’s mind, trying to get into it and manipulate him. Not only by words, but magic was at work here too. He was strong but I had to still be careful.

"So, you won’t help me?" She asked, her face turning angrier.

"No. I'm not your fucking son, nor your fucking puppet. You’ve been accountable for so many fucking lives lost. Do you think I’d ever agree? Other countries know about me, they are setting up similar councils. We don’t need to do anything more. When it comes to witches, do whatever the fuck you want. But do not for one fucking second think I’d ever forgive you for all the crap you put me through! I almost gave my mate up because of you!" He growled, his eyes blood red and his claws elongating. I felt the pure rage and anger rolling off him.

"Alejandro… don’t make a rash decision. One way or another, I have worked far too hard to let you or anyone else mess with my plans. I gave you the option to stand by my side, but if you wish to deny it, then it is your loss." She hissed.

So, her true colours were coming out. I glanced at Marcel. We could show him the truth... He was just a pawn... Could I undo the magic on him just as I was able to reverse the Wendigo mutation? There was only one way to find out.

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