King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

33 For Forever 

ALEJANDRO Kiara wiped herself clean with some wipes and I splashed my face with water before we both headed downstairs. She cast me a warm smile before she hurried to the door and pulled it open. Julio gave us a nod, and I didn’t miss his gaze flickering to Kiara’s neck, one that still contained a few marks. I’m sure we both still smelt of her arousal and a flare of possessiveness shot through me.

I gave him a cold glare and he looked away, looking slightly embarrassed as he realised I was f*****g shirtless too.

F****r.

If he didn’t have a mate, I’d have f*****g ripped him apart, but I know he was just a nosy d******d.

“Hey Enrique, I’m sorry if we disturbed you from sleep.” Kiara’s voice brought me back to reality and I dismissed Julio with a jerk of my head. He gave a nod and placed the bag he was carrying down before taking his leave. “I wasn’t sleeping, Queen Luna.” He replied.

I cocked a brow, so he called her Queen and called me Lycan. I hid a smirk. The f****r had gall, I’ll give him that.

“Then let’s get you set up in a bedroom where you can get a good night’s sleep.”

He frowned and looked at me suspiciously.

“Giving me a place in your home won’t get me to talk.” He remarked.

“I know.” Kiara said, ruffling his hair.

He jerked away from her, and she turned, about to pick up the bag when both me and the boy reached for it simultaneously. I raised an eyebrow, allowing him to pick it up. “I’ll carry it.” He muttered, frowning as he stared ahead.

Either he was smart and knew I was watching him, or maybe I was being too paranoid… Not once did he look around, scanning the place.

I was allowing him to stay, yet there were going to be guards outside his windows as well as outside his bedroom door… I wasn’t going to allow him a free pass to do whatever the f**k he wanted…

He followed Kiara up the stairs, and I followed, trying not to look at her s**y a*s. She walked down the hall as the few men who were standing around nodded at us as we passed. I didn’t like my men in our home, but with everything going on, we needed to be careful, and someone needed to be observing the kids constantly. Kiara stopped outside one of the unoccupied guest rooms and opened the door, flipping the switch on. “I hope it’s ok?” Kiara asked him.

He didn’t reply. Placing the bag down, he gave her a nod as an answer.

She pulled the bedding back, I leaned against the doorframe. She was too f*****g

He replied, curtly walking over towards the window. Well, he had a f*****g point… I hated getting out of bed when I was in it with my doll. “Have you tried it?” Kiara

“I don’t want to.”

lay

Whether I trusted him or not,

‘Yeah well, I’m not in his good books. Today he’s f*****g forced, tomorrow he’ll sleep there of his own f*****g choice. I don’t give a f**k about being the bad guy.’ I turned away as the boy got into bed, glaring at me. 1 “Thank me tomorrow.” I replied with a cold smirk, glancing at him over my shoulder. “Goodnight Enrique, the bathroom is through there.”

reply came as she

you sent a

on the dark web, let’s

as we returned to our bedroom. Kiara turned to me,

when I’m stripping.” I remarked. She gave

tell you earlier, then

her fingers

beat. She opened her eyes after a moment and gazed up into mine. “Earlier, when we were leaving the packhouse to go for a walk, … I couldn’t remember the passcode for the back door.” She

remember how we first met either… or how

each word she said, she stared at my chest, tracing my tattoo with a single finger, unable to hold my gaze but sending pleasure coursing through me. She was also

Didn’t remember Raven.

She whispered, forcing a smile before she began chewing her bottom lip as she tried to control the emotions that were

assure you.” I replied huskily, tilting her chin up and running my thumb over her lips, tugging her bottom one free from between her teeth as I looked into those gorgeous eyes of hers, before I claimed her lips in

no f*****g way that she was

She couldn’t.

applying some make up, dressed in a sky-blue chiffon

a criss-cross string detailing holding the fabric in place. I walked over to the drawer, picking up her wedding rings, which she hadn’t put back on since our return. We’d had enough s**t going on but it was the longest she had been without them

her, and she smiled up at me. Looking f*****g gorgeous. D**n the goddess had exceeded herself when

“Do I look ok?”

had wanted a garden party before her, Chris and her pup left, so we were f*****g spending the day out

on one knee next to her as she turned towards me. I kissed her b*****s before