Page 45 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
‘Fine.’
I toss the phone onto the desk and place my feet on it, resting back in my chair. Is it really Marcel that is pushing her to leave, or is it because of the kiss between Nikki and me? She hadn’t reacted. Did I want a reaction? Yeah, I fucking did, and she didn’t seem to care, or so I fucking thought until she fuckingstabbed me. She had gotten pissed, and I was sure the kiss had been the fucking trigger.
Azura Rayne Westwood…
JUST OVER A DECADE AGO
I walked into the garden of Alejandro Rossi’s mansion, not wanting to see Rayhan the Bastard again. I as damn bored. I wanted to get to the battle to see exactly how strong I was. A chance to unleash it all and not to have to fucking hold back.
This lot takes so fucking long to say goodbye.
Alejandro’s twins were out there playing with the Westwood pup.
“I got the ball, Sky! You are slow!” She teased, sticking her tongue out. Skyla frowned as she ran over, knocking the ball from her hand.
“Not that slow.”
Crazy kids. I glanced over at Kataleya, who was standing there lost in thought. I knew what she had been through. I fucking hated it when people did shit like that to kids. I scanned the area, making sure we were alone, before I walked over and crouched down by her side.
“You know, if you keep on making that face, your lips are going to forever stay fucking down. You might end up looking like your dad, and that’s not a pretty look,” I teased, lightly prodding the corner of her lips. She blinked, coming out of her reverie, and forced a smile as she nodded.
“I’m okay,” she said quickly, almost as if it was an automatic mechanism.
I’m okay. Something I always said to Dad when I was child… the times when he was himself and he worried. I’m fine, I’m okay, I’m great… lies to keep him from feeling burdened.
“It’s alright not to be okay all the fucking time, you know?” I said quietly, like the fucking hypocrite I am. I never took my own fucking advice, always acting like fuck all bothered me.
“Oi, boy!”
I turned to see the Westwood pup standing behind me with her hands on her hips. She was a cute kid with big blue eyes, but I swear she gave me a vibe that told me she was not to be trusted.
“What?” She leaned closer and shielded her mouth with her hand, as if not wanting anyone to hear.
“I can see your smelly knickers,” she whispered loudly, making Skyla laugh manically. I raised an eyebrow. What the fuck are these kids fucking bred on?
“First of all, they ain’t knickers. Second, what the actual fuck?” I asked, standing up and glaring at the pup. She simply shrugged.
“Well, I was only trying to help you,” she retorted, about to pick up the ball when I grabbed it and walked over to the steps, spinning it on a finger. “Give our ball back.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Give it back, knicker boy!”
“I ain’t fucking giving it back now,” I growled, tossing the ball lightly against her forehead. I saw Liam step out into the garden, ready to intervene as I caught the ball with ease.
“That didn’t hurt. Try again,” she challenged, catching the ball and tossing it back at me. Doe she mean it, or is it a threat?
I resisted a smirk, bouncing the ball off her forehead again as lightly as I could. Liam stopped a few feet away, clearly fucking worried for his sister, but to my surprise, he didn’t intervene.
“Zuz-”
“Not now, Liam. I said - again.”
“You sure, pup?”
“I. Said. Again,” she challenged, her chest heaving as she threw the ball back at me. Yup, she was fucking pissed. I wondered what’d happen if I carried on. Would she end up crying?
I kept bouncing the ball lightly off her head, but it was beginning to look a little red. Is no one going to stop me? I didn’t want to stop by myself, that would make me look like a fucking wuss.
