Page 88 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Fuck…"

"Do you like that baby?" She whispered, running her tongue along my abs.

Fuck.

"Stop." I said huskily, sitting up slightly.

"I don’t want to…" She said, licking her lips before placing kisses along the band of my trousers.

Her breasts were rubbing against my dick. My eyes flashed red, the urge to mark and fuck her was at breaking point.

I sat up, pulling her up into my lap and kissed her roughly. She gasped, unable to keep up with my brutal, rough kiss. It took all my fucking willpower to grip the back of her head, pulling away from the bruising kiss. I pressed my forehead to hers, taking a deep calming breath.

"I am not fucking you here." I said huskily.

She was about to say something, her large eyes looking into mine curiously before she gave me a small smile and nodded. Wrapping her arms around my neck instead.

"I love you." She whispered, kissing me just behind my ear, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

"Love you fucking more. Now let's get some rest. You’ll need it." I said.

She nodded, stretching.

"I cannot wait to get back home."

"Home? As in our pack, right?" I asked, trying not to look at her sexy breasts as I lay down and pulled her down next to me.

"Yes… The Night Walkers Pack. My pack." She said, closing her eyes as she snuggled into me.

I smirked slightly, kissing the top of her head.

"Fuck yeah."

"I'm glad you found your brother…" She said quietly.

I frowned slightly. Was it something to be excited about? I wasn’t sure, but I knew he didn’t have the perfect life. If you looked at it, none of us - including Rafael - had it fucking easy… Raf had been nineteen and was forced to become the Alpha of one of the strongest packs in the country.

Alphas typically took over at the age of twenty-one at the youngest, and even then, their fathers kept a fucking eye out for them. On top of that, I admit I made life fucking harder for him. Pushing him to the limit… Wanting him to break… To make him snap and to blame me for our parent’s deaths…

(FLASHBACK – SIX MONTHS AFTER ALEJANDRO THOUGHT HE KILLED BOTH HIS PARENTS)

"Al! Stop it!" Raf shouted, pulling me off the two eighteen-year-olds. Both who were barely recognisable now.

"Get the fuck off of me, you bastard!" I shouted, wrenching free as I turned and slammed him to the ground.

"Al, please listen to me!" Raf said, as he blocked my attacks.

"No! Fight me like a fucking man, or let me do whatever I want!" I growled. Punching him across the face, his eyes filled with sadness. Simply blocking the worst of my attacks. "Fight me, fucker!"

"I won’t hurt you." He said softly.

I hated it! I hated his fake sympathy! I hated that shit fake love.

I knew he was putting his Alpha training on hold because of me… and until I slowed down, he would do just the basics. Usually Alpha’s had to leave at the age of eighteen or nineteen, until they were twenty-one. They’d travel and train, it was the only thing they did with other Alpha’s, the only unity between us. Apart from that, we were all just solo packs. I just wanted him to leave, I know he was holding off because of me and I heard he would do a shorter-term as he was needed here. But still, he refused to leave me so soon.

"Just fucking leave! I fucking hate you!" I spat, slamming his head against the tree behind him.

He gave me a small smile,

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