Page 85 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Eric." He said.

"Nice name." I said. I could feel the tension and anger rolling off Alejandro, I knew playing nice wasn’t in him.

I knew this was not his style. Alejandro was the type to work alone and not trust anyone or rely on anyone for help. But I knew to defeat Endora we needed a united team. I knew he had listened to me because I wanted to stay and help the Wendigos.

"Thank you…" Eric said quietly.

Soon I saw light ahead and the smell of freshly cooked soup, with plenty of vegetables, filled my nose. I inhaled deeply and heard my stomach grumble, making me blush. I was starved!

We stepped inside and all eyes turned to us. There was a mix of men and women. One thing they had in common were their lean bodies, each littered with many scars. The women all had hair down to their shoulders or shorter. There was not one item of jewellery on any of them and I wondered just how hard their life had been.

"Come." Marcel said, sitting at one of the long tables.

Alejandro and I walked hand in hand. His power rolled off him, making every wolf we passed lower their heads in submission to their rightful king.

"It’s a simple meal, but it should be filling. We don't really have many options." Marcel said.

"Thank you." I said sitting down.

Once the food was served I picked up my spoon, looking forward to the meal, but before I could eat anything Alejandro had sniffed my bowl and had a taste, finally placing it down in front of me. .I shook my head. Did he really still not trust Marcel? I guess, unlike me, he found it harder.

"So, how long did you know that Kiara could help with the Wendigos?" Alejandro asked coldly.

"For years. She said we needed to get her… or we would all lose our loved ones…" Marcel said, now slowly swirling his soup in his bowl.

The look of anguish that flitted through his eyes was enough to capture my curiosity. He looked down, taking a deep breath.

"We lost countless people… I travelled far and wide trying to get rogues to join me on this cause… but even then, I refused to just attack packs when all we wanted was help. That was until I became desperate… My mate… She was from a pack down near London… but she ran away from her pack for me…" Marcel said.

My eyes stung with tears, feeling his pain. He had lost her. I knew it before he even spoke.

"She was perfect… but yeah, she became one of those things… and right to the end, I just wanted a way to fix it. I even left here myself to beg the Alpha of The Blood Moon pack for help. But… I wasn’t even allowed past pack borders… She died right here in a cell and I couldn’t do shit."

The pain he felt for his mate was palpable and I felt an ache inside. Just imagining losing your loved one... Going through that terrified me…

"That should have been your first fucking alarm signal." Alejandro said coldly.

"The fact they let you live and not your men. If any pack let you just go back, didn’t you find that strange?"

"I was beaten… But no… it never crossed my mind… Just the pain I felt and the cold treatment we received."

"I know enough about witchcraft to know that she probably put some spells on you or made you see something that didn’t happen. Do you know how these fucking Wendigos are made?" Alejandro asked coldly.

Marcel didn’t reply.

"By being fed other rogues… cannibalism at its fucking finest. She probably staged certain wolves' deaths, but really, she was feeding it to selected wolves right within these fucking walls. Your mate’s dead, because of that bitch Endora." Alejandro’s voice was cold and emotionless.

Yet I knew every wolf here who was listening felt the anger and power that emanated with every word. I knew they didn’t like us. After all, all their lives they had been told we were the enemy.

As silence fell, I saw Marcel look sick. Snapping his spoon as he tossed it onto the table in anger, his eyes blazing gold.

"That bitch." He growled.

"Dad…"

Our eyes snapped to a boy with blue eyes and dark brown hair. He was barely ten years old, but I could see the slight similarity to his dad.

"Leo… why the fuck are you here?” Marcel said coldly.

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