Page 36 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"When I first shifted… I was thirteen. I heard my dad talking about me to my mom… he never liked me. Said I was fucking worthless… I lost my shit and confronted him. My anger took over and I tore him apart just the way I do to every fucking thing. I don’t remember anything after I lost my shit… but I will never forget the scene of that room when I came to." He said quietly, his face cold and emotionless, yet I knew beyond that mask of indifference was a soul tormented by many thoughts and emotions.

My stomach sank, I never knew he had killed his father… Didn’t their parents die in a rogue attack?

"Then your mother…"

"Yeah, she did nothing to me. In fact, I supposedly loved her, but I murdered her too. Now, do you get why the fuck I don’t want you near me?"

My heart thumped as the realisation settled in. He was scared to hurt me…

"That was not your fault, you were not responsible. It was an accident." I said firmly. I was not going to let him beat himself over something he had no control over! How must he have felt? A thirteen-year-old who had just shifted. He didn’t reply and I sighed.

"An accident that killed her."

"So, you were scared to hurt me?" I asked. The sad thing was, his actions hurt me more than he ever would physically.

"Do you want me to write it on a fucking poster for you?"

"No thanks." I said, rolling my eyes.

"My turn… Do you want to reject me?"

"Yes and no. You hurt me, I won't deny that. That moment… The one that every girl dreams of. That we’ll find our mate and it’ll be a beautiful moment, the way Mom used to tell me about hers and Dads… but mine is just this dark… painful… agonising memory. My mate who’s meant to love me told another woman to just ignore me and carried on making out. I will never forget that... Yet at the same time…I don’t know… I don’t think in my heart I can reject you right now..."

I nibbled at the brownie, not wanting my emotions to surface.

"I fucked you up pretty bad, huh?" He said, smirking humourlessly.

He took another brownie and I looked at him.

"Do you…have any feelings for me?" I asked. I hated the fact that my heart was pounding loudly.

He looked at me and the tension felt thick in the air.

"It’s late…" He said, ignoring my question as he turned away and stood up. I tried not to focus on his perfect body. My eyes fell on the huge tattoo that covered his back.

He didn’t deny it… but wasn’t able to say it either. My heart was pounding and I could hear his too… Was he always going to run away? I turned from him, gripping the worktop as I fought the tears that now filled my eyes. Don’t cry, Kia.

Urgh, I hated this.

"If… If I tried, do I still have a chance?"

His words were so low that I wondered if I had heard correctly.

"If you tried?" I asked, my voice shaky despite my strongest attempt.

"Yeah." His deep voice resonated within me, and I closed my eyes.

"Yes." I said quietly.

I didn’t know how long it would take, but maybe if he worked hard enough… we could fix this. He had already made that start unknowingly when he told me that his mother was the reason behind him not wanting me near him…

"Good to know." He said huskily, trying to sound as unbothered as ever, but I didn’t miss the beat of his heart or the relief that I sensed coming from him.

"Alejandro." I said.

He paused, waiting for me to speak.

"You won’t hurt me. You’ve had countless chances, but you haven't. Even when I slapped you, you didn’t hurt me. The only time you hurt me… is when you kept pushing me away." I said softly.

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