Page 93 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Possessive Alpha mode, huh?"

"Nowhere near anything like your old man." I said.

"Speaking of Dad, we need to break this news to them about our baby…" She replied, placing a hand on her stomach.

"We’ll set the marking ceremony as soon as possible and call only the main fucking Alpha’s. Guess we could break the news to your parents when they come. Overall, I want to keep it hidden for as long as possible." I remarked.

Reaching over, I placed my hand over the one she had on her stomach. The pleasurable sparks shot through me and our eyes met. She smiled gently and nodded.

"That makes perfect sense. I think it’s best to as well."

"Before we faced Marcel, they mentioned a woman. There’s someone amongst us who’s a fucking traitor. Mind if I burden you with keeping an eye out for anyone letting off any bad vibes."

"I don’t mind at all." She said, her smile only growing.

"Now what the fuck are you smiling at."

"You really can be so sweet. You are actually really adorable." She said, reaching over and tugging my cheek hard.

I glared at her.

“I'm not fucking adorable." I growled.

"You are."

I looked at her as she laughed, looking out at the setting sun. The sun shone off her hair, making it glow. The light hit her skin just perfectly. She had never been scared of me… She had never thought of me as a monster. I simply looked away, I wanted this life with her… and I would make sure nothing destroyed it…

But I had seen Endora’s capabilities… If worst came to worst… I’d do anything to protect Kiara and our pup. I just hope it never gets to that fucking point. I will think about that when the time comes... For now, I just wanted to enjoy each moment with my nympho queen. Although the timing was not the best, I intended to take her out on a date and make her mine in every way…

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We reached pack grounds a while later. Darkness had fallen, and I waited on the edge of the pack territory for Marcel at the location where the rogues could rest. His wolf was similar to Rafael's just more grungy, and he was a lot leaner. He made normal werewolves look like fucking cute furballs. I was so fucking glad I wasn’t a werewolf… He shifted back and one of my men passed him some pants and a shirt.

He looked around at the provisions and I saw the confusion in his eyes.

"This is all for us?" He asked.

"No, my pack is just planning a sleepover out here. Obviously, it's for your fucking people." I replied sarcastically.

He raised an eyebrow before he nodded, motioning for his people to come closer.

"The wounded have gone ahead with a few of your warriors into our pack grounds to be treated and taken care of. For security reasons, you are not allowed on pack grounds without permission. You may set up your patrol as you wish, as I know you're probably thinking I'm waiting for you to fall asleep before I tear your heart out? But don’t worry, if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead." I said coldly.

"That’s him being nice." Kiara added from where she stood next to me.

I smirked coldly at him as he now frowned, looking at Kiara. I knew he was probably noticing her slightly off gaze, I glared at him but he said nothing, not even bothering to look at me.

I was glad he didn’t at least check Kiara out, unlike all those fucking assholes like Rayhan. I still felt like giving him a fucking beating to get it out of my system. I just hope when he finds his mate, she makes it so fucking hard for him that he’ll feel pain. Yeah, I liked the idea of that.

"What’s on your mind?" Kiara asked.

"Why?"

"I sensed happiness." She said.

"Yeah, I was picturing someone getting fucking tortured." I snickered.

She sighed.

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