All Chapters of King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KIARA The smell of sizzling barbeque food mixed with the fresh earth and flowers from outside the open window swirled around me, intertwined with the scents of my loved ones. Upbeat music was playing and the warmth of the summer sun bathed my holiday bedroom in a pleasant glow. "Skyla, stop it!" My son Dante’s frustrated voice reached me. "Make me, dumb dumb!" His younger sister, Skyla’s snarky reply came. I smiled. The two often clashed. I shook my head, turning back to the mirror and adjusting the top of my dress over my boobs. I swear this dress wasn’t this tight when I bought it, or was it? I wasn’t sure, but with Alejandro, my deliciously dangerously sexy and hot mate, telling me it had looked perfect on me, no wonder I didn’t pay attention. I smoothed the creases in the satin dress, doing a slow turn and examining my reflection. The fuchsia pink satin of my mini dress hugged my figure like a glove, emphasising my ample breasts, narrow wa

KIARA "Time to cut the cake!" Mom called, making both Skyla and Kataleya turn in excitement. I smiled. The kids had just spent the last hour playing games and I think they were ready for some dessert now. "Oh, I can’t wait!" Skyla exclaimed, skipping over to the cake, pulling her sister along with her. Alejandro picked both up, making them giggle when he kissed their cheeks. "Daddy's beard is poky." Kataleya giggled cutely, patting her dad's cheek before kissing him. "Yeah well, I ain't going to have a fucking babyface now am I?" Alejandro smirked, nudging his cheek against her own, making her giggle. "Where’s the knife?" Skyla asked. This girl and her love for weapons! "Here, now be careful, ok?" I warned her, passing her the knife and placing Kataleya’s hand on top of her sister’s as everyone began singing happy birthday. I kept my hand on top of the girls, guiding it to the cake and helped them slice it befor

ALEJANDRO The kids were having a fucking blast, and as much as I wanted Kiara to have been here, I knew yesterday that whatever happened was on her mind and she needed rest. I made sure the villa was surrounded by guards. The kids were safe with me, but I was not going to fucking risk leaving her alone. This place was pretty fucking neat, with the mountain backdrop, the waterfall and the clear river. The greenery and the trees were in full bloom, and the sound of birds chirping in the trees rang in the clear blue sky. I frowned, watching Dante take his shirt off, seemingly irritated, and I realised what he was about to do. "Dante, don’t." I warned, closing the gap between us and grabbing his hand as he was about to yank the necklace of concealment off. "Dad, I just want to go in the water without this, I feel stronger without it." He frowned. A sliver of guilt rushed through me, knowing we were practically subduing him as a person, but

ALEJANDRO Fear ran through my veins and, although I may be the strongest shifter out here, I felt helpless. Kataleya. She was all I could fucking think of. Remembering the way, the wolf's teeth were clamped around her tiny body. The blood dripping from his mouth, her blood… and the terror in her eyes as they got further and further away. I’d give my fucking life for her safety. Then Kiara’s pain, the way she pushed me away ripped at my heart. I knew she was in pain, a mother’s reaction after all. She was the perfect mother to our child, not like my own fucking mother, who played dead for years and then came back with her psychotic plans to destroy the world over eight years ago. She sure fucking didn’t care if any of us went down with her. But Kiara, she was firm, fair and affectionate. She loved her pups unconditionally and even then, made time for me, her family, our pack and her friends, as well as for a certain fucker I couldn’t stand. She

KIARA I hadn't been able to sleep properly. Both Alejandro and I had tossed and turned. The sun hadn't even risen but I sat up, picking up the pad and forcing myself to write the second message. I was halfway through it when Alejandro woke up. We had barely slept, although we had been trying to sleep for the last four hours. How could we sleep when our baby girl was somewhere? All alone. I knew he wanted to get back out there to look for our pup. His arm was around me, his hand over mine as I wrote the words, painstakingly slow. The sparks of his touch were like the comfort of warmth on a winter day. He didn’t speak, simply placing a few comforting kisses on my neck and shoulder. ‘A debt must always be repaid, by blood or by life.’ I had done it! I gasped, dropping the pen. Alejandro instantly grabbed some napkins from the tray of left-over food from last night and dabbed them gently over my bleeding hand, then over the paper that was