All Chapters of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ALEJANDRO I left the office trying to control my emotions. Every time I saw that fucker's face, I wanted to fucking tear him to pieces. She didn’t come home the other night and I knew exactly where she had been. I smelled him on her the following day, even if it had been very faint. Nothing much went past my nose. Which was one of the fucking reasons I’m so pissed that I can’t find a clue to track the Wendigos. It was like there was no scent, no clue. I had a feeling witches were working from the shadows too but I could think of no fucking reason for them to be... What was the goal? I headed down to the cells. We had managed to capture a rogue and I was going to get some answers. For the last two days, Elijah had taken the reigns but got nothing out of him. I now stepped into the room as the two guards shut the door behind me. The silver bars wouldn’t be able to contain me but for werewolves, it was fucking torture to touch or to be cut with. I looked

KIARA So, Dad chose to send me to this pack simply because our pack was a hot spot for attacks? It irritated me how he felt I was incompetent or something. What did I need to do to show him I'm so much more than he gives me credit for? Yes I'm not perfect, nor am I the standard wolf. I have two disadvantages but I make up for them in other aspects. I love Dad but I just wish he could see I was ready to take care of myself. The journey to Alejandro’s pack took just under two hours, I swear he was speeding way over the speed limit. We didn’t speak much. When we did, the sexual tension was just growing and it was getting suffocating in here. Him just looking at me got my core throbbing and that effect alone scared me. I ended up reading a book or texting Raven. I was so incredibly excited that she was actually joining me. We were going to have a blast, and then there was the blood moon. The chance to find my mate would be high and I felt a little excited, but at

ALEJANDRO I don’t know what the fuck overtook me but when Carmen insulted Kiara, I lost it. My instincts were telling me to rip her to shreds but I had tried to keep control, a battle I was losing until she had placed her hand on mine. I closed my eyes, my assumption that there was more between us only seemed to be getting further confirmed. That maybe - just fucking maybe, Kiara could be my mate. The thought sent a knot of emotions through me. I rubbed my jaw frowning deeply. Fuck… If it were… It meant the Moon Goddess hadn't forgotten about me… But wasn’t she at least a decade late? I had made up my mind that I was never going to have someone, and that was what I wanted. Kiara fucking messed with me. I had more enemies than I’d ever be able to fucking count. I didn’t need a weakness and that is what a mate would be to me, a weakness I didn’t need nor want. The blood moon was less than three weeks away and if that was the case, then I needed to skip the even

ALEJANDRO From the fucking moment she walked into the room, I lost it. The sway of her hips and the slight bounce to her breasts destroyed me. Fuck rules and consequences, I wanted her. I watched as she had taken a seat, ignoring me. I don’t know what the fuck my problem was but when she had walked off after Jasmin had rushed over, I had been tempted to talk to her, about what? No fucking idea. But why do I care right? We were not meant to fucking be anyway. Yeah, I could keep telling myself that. We all know I don’t fucking care about what’s meant or not. There have been a couple of women at a few mating balls that I've taken an interest in. They found their mate but when I showed some interest, they were willing to throw away a future for a one night stand. Not sure what the fuck they thought, that I’d claim and mark them? The point is, if I wanted something, I took it. That was the fucking problem, I never cared about the aftermath... but did I or did I no

ALEJANDRO Her eyelids fluttered shut and I felt a sliver of worry flicker through me. I had struggled to hold back from completely ravaging her… But I had never felt that sort of hunger before… Yes, I sometimes felt like killing and I did… But not when I was having sex… I slowly lowered her legs, grunting as I squeezed out of her, hissing slightly. Fuck, she was tight. She had been perfect, beyond fucking perfect… After a taste of her, I felt like I had been missing out all my life… Even the way she tasted… It had driven me fucking nuts and I hadn't been able to hold back.  I lifted her still body, bridal style. Trying to ignore the foreign feeling that now settled within my chest, burying it away. I picked up my pants, cradling her in one arm as I pulled them on. The room smelt of sex, sweat and the delicious scent of her arousal. I could get used to this heaven on earth… I frowned deeply, picking up my torn shirt and draped it over her body bef