Page 52 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

The right corner of his mouth twitched up and I realised that it wasn’t his usual mocking smirk. Just that hint of a smile made my entire body tingle. Did the man actually know how to smile? It suited him…

"I’ll wait for the day you forgive me…" He said quietly, leaning over he placed a kiss on my forehead, making my breath hitch.

The moment his lips touched my forehead, I felt lightheaded, as strong tingles coursed through me. His touch felt good before… There was no way I could explain how amazing it was now. I didn’t even realise I had shut my eyes, feeling giddy. His simple touch sent pleasure rushing to my core, I pressed my thighs together, feeling myself throb. I did not want to get turned on, not right now.

I inhaled his scent before he slowly moved back, I could hear his heartbeat and knew it was taking him a lot of self-control to stay calm. He reached over, taking a piece of brownie and popping it into his mouth.

"These are fucking good." He said smoothly.

I smiled, trying to regain control of my emotions as I took a brownie piece, but before I could even take a bite he had pulled my hand to his mouth, biting into it. My stomach flipped and my cheeks burned at his move.

Oh, goddess, he was tempting me… Who knew he could be so smooth!

I bit my lip before I glared at him.

"Eat yourself, I'm not here to feed you." I said, popping the rest of the brownie into my mouth.

"Hmm, it tastes even better from your hand. Nowhere near as fucking good as you do though." He said.

He tensed and I realised he hadn't meant to say it. The sexual tension in the car was only growing. I slid down the window. It was kind of hot… But that wasn’t the wisest move.

"Feeling hot?" He asked, that mocking cocky smirk on his face. He reached for the box of cigarettes in the middle compartment and slid one out, placing it between his lips and easily lighting it one-handed.

"Not really, I just feel a little sick." I said. It wasn’t even a lie, the journey was making my tummy feel all funny.

He frowned at my words, looking concerned.

"Shall we stop somewhere?"

"No, I'm ok." I said. He took a drag of his cigarette, opening his own window too.

Just then, his phone rang and I saw Darien’s name cross the LCD screen. He answered it via his car's Bluetooth.

"Yeah?"

"Al, the rogue is really disturbed…"

"What do you mean?" He asked coldly. The subtle warmth he had exuded moments earlier was gone.

"I think living as a Wendigo has made him suffer severe trauma… He keeps saying two things. ‘The King is angry’ and ‘they’re going to get him’. Anything more sends him off into a panic attack."

Did that mean I had only healed him physically… I guess it made sense. The mental aspect would take so much longer and would need help and possibly therapy...

"Did Callum check him?"

"Yes, he’s given him some sedatives for now. He’s here with me. He said he has news for you."

"Put him on." Alejandro said, frowning deeply as we both stared out at the setting sun.

"Alpha… I found her location. Shall I send you her address… She said she won’t be there for long, I’d recommend taking a detour." Doctor Callum's voice came.

I frowned, who were they talking about? I glanced at Alejandro who was glowering.

"Fine, send me the address, we will pay her a visit first." He said, before hanging up.

"Who are we visiting?" I asked as he picked up his phone, most probably checking the address, before he signalled and took a side exit off from the main motorway.

"A witch, to learn about the Asheton lineage and your abilities."

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