Page 139 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"I am fucking relaxing." I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. Inhaling her scent, my hand resting on her ass.

"Why are you so stressed?" She asked, now looking up at me with concern in her eyes.

I couldn’t tell her what I was scared of... Yeah, I was fucking afraid. I simply shook my head, despite seeing the flicker of hurt in her eyes. She knew I was hiding something, and I knew she knew… She hugged me tightly and I caressed her back, kissing her shoulder.

"Talk to me…" She whispered.

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t.

"I just need to know what her fucking plan is." I muttered. She moved back, cupping my face.

She knew I lied, but she said nothing, kissing me deeply. I hugged her tight, my cigarette loosely between two fingers in my hand on her ass, the other tangling into her hair as I kissed her.

"We will be ok." She said so quietly that I almost didn’t hear.

Her heart was pounding. So, she knew what was bothering me without me even having to speak. I moved back, caressing her cheek before I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around her waist, burying my head against her stomach. Kissing it tenderly as I inhaled her intoxicating scent. She wrapped her arms around my head, caressing my hair.

I hated this feeling of not knowing, I was feeling what every single one of my warriors felt when I threw them into the unknown. I never understood those emotions when they bid farewell to their mates. I never wanted to feel this hopeless... But at the same time, if it meant having her in my life, I was willing to do anything and feel anything to keep her forever…

"Ale…" Rafael trailed off and I moved back, standing up smoothly. Schooling my face into an emotionless mask. I turned and looked at him coldly.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Sorry… I just… wanted to make sure you’re ok." He said quietly.

I raised an eyebrow, taking a drag of my cigarette.

"And why the fuck wouldn’t I be?" I asked.

He shook his head, giving me a small sad smile.

"No reason."

A thick silence fell between us before Rafael scratched the back of his head.

"Umm, I’ll leave you two to it…"

"I think we all need to unwind. Maybe we should do something?" Kiara said suddenly.

"Like?" Rafael asked, sounding like a fucking hopeful pup.

The fuck? He’s like forty plus.

"Oh… I have the perfect idea…" I looked at her and there it was, that Cheshire cat smile… My nympho was up to something and I wasn’t sure I trusted her… I exchanged looks with Rafael as Kiara giggled to herself, a pout on her face. Yeah, I’m fucking right… She’s up to shit.

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"Ouch! Careful Elijah!" Scarlett snapped.

I clenched my jaw. The smell of burnt onions was fucking up my nose and this kitchen was too fucking tight for six fucking men.

Yeah, this was Kiara’s idea, that I, Elijah, Marcel, Rafael, Liam and that Fucker Damon should have a fucking cooking competition. How the hell she got everyone to join in was fucking beyond me. To make shit worse, the most annoying fucking women were on the judging panel.

Yeah, Scarlett, Raven the old hag Amelia and then there was Kiara, the exception. Despite this being her idea, I couldn’t stay annoyed at her. When she had handed me an apron, I had tossed it in the trash. I was in no fucking way wearing that shit.

"Come on boys! Get those sexy asses moving… Rogue Alpha… do you seriously not know how to turn that on…?" Raven remarked. Her annoying as fuck voice grating in my ears.

"Fuck." Elijah murmured, almost bumping into Rafael.

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