Page 83 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"She said it'd get your attention, and yes, I was aware that my men were being sent to their deaths. A sacrifice I thought was for the greater good." He growled.

At least he told the fucking truth.

"Well, will you look at that... ‘my men’... You’re a fucking rogue, not an Alpha." I growled. Yeah, I wasn’t going to make this easy on him.

"Boys!" Kiara said, now jumping out of my arms. "Please. Calm down… Alejandro, you are the King… But he is also the Alpha to the rogues…"

"Who wants to be a king." I taunted. If he wanted to be one, he should show me he’s fucking strong enough.

"A title doesn’t make a king, Alejandro… You’re the king, not because you’re a Lycan, but because you fought and spent your life protecting the werewolf race. You stood and put our whole race in order so no wolf is abused…. You are feared and respected. And even if you weren’t those things…. you’d still be my king." She whispered.

I could see the emotions in her eyes, and I knew she thought she had lost me. I pulled her close, kissing her deeply. I would never die, because I didn’t want her to go through that pain. For her, I would survive anything. She locked her arms around my neck, kissing me back with equal passion. Pleasure rushed through me and I was glad that the baggy pants I wore didn’t tear completely when I had shifted. I could have kissed her for fucking hours but that damn fucker cleared his throat.

Kiara blushed and moved back quickly.

"Ahem… As I was saying, to the rogues… Marcel is like a king too…" She said, sounding flustered. She sure could be fucking cute.

"If you want my help, then you’re so-called pack better be fully under your fucking control. One wrong move and I won’t hesitate to kill…" I said.

Our eyes met and I saw him clench his jaw.

"Fine. I want Endora to pay… And my men to be treated and healed. That is all I ask. What do you want from us?" Marcel said.

"Well, you sure talk like an Alpha. I have three fucking rules. Break even one and you’re out. First, the truth. No matter what it is, I want the full fucking truth. Anything you know, anything Endora’s said or done. I want to know it all. Secondly, if any of your wolves decide to disrespect me, they’re fucking dead. And lastly, when the time comes to face Endora… We fight as one."

I looked at him, watching carefully for even a sign of a lie, but he simply nodded.

"You have my word." He said quietly.

I smirked coldly. Good, the fucker atleast knew who the ultimate Alpha was. I now glared at him, my eyes flashed red as I remembered something from earlier... Where he had mentioned Kiara...

"Oh, and one more thing... This isn't a rule, it's a fucking threat. Come anywhere near my girl and I'll fucking tear you to shreds.

100. Marcel

KIARA

Despite his threat to his brother, his words send a rush of emotions through me. My heart was pounding as he pulled me into his arms possessively. I simply closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I only wanted her for her power, as Mom wanted… It’s nothing personal. Now that I know she was lying… I can guarantee I don’t want your mate… She seems to be young enough to be my daughter." Marcel shot back.

Alejandro growled and I pulled away, trying to calm him down. I was glad that a few rogues had brought in some extra lanterns so I could see a lot better.

"It’s fine… Come on, we need to think of a plan of action." I said, kissing Alejandro’s chest as he glared at his brother.

"You should rest, my wolves will keep watch." Marcel said quietly.

"Like I would trust you that much." Alejandro shot back. "We should head back first…"

He frowned deeply, looking at me, and I knew he was worried about me.

"I think I’d like to stay. Once I’m rested, in the morning I can help heal the Wendigo’s." I added thoughtfully.

Alejandro’s frown deepened, he seemed lost in thought and I could feel his hesitation before he nodded.

"Fine."

"Thanks." Marcel said. "I will have someone show you a room, and give you clothes. After that, let's eat. It is late."

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