King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

36 Was He A God 

KIARA

I felt so comfortable snuggled against the hard, firm body next to me. A deep, seductive scent filled my nose and I inhaled deeply. A strong pair of arms were wrapped around me tightly, and to my utter surprise, one hand was firmly on my a*s, his fingers between my cheeks, making my face heat up. My eyes flew open and I found myself staring at a tattooed chest.

F**k, f**k, f**k! What happened? How did I get here? 3

Slowly, I pried his arms off me, trying to ignore the tingles that coursed through me and the way my body seemed to enjoy his touch and moved back. The lamps were on, but I could see the sun was rising outside. I stared at the man lying there and my breath caught in my throat. He was simply put, a complete and utter s*x god. From his tanned skin, refined jaw and black hair, to his tattoos that covered his entire body, save some parts of his abs, he was hot as f**k. His nipples were pierced; his chest rose and fell deeply as he slept.

For a moment, I don’t think I minded if he had his hands on me once again… He was fit as hell.

He was built with muscles and ridges that any man would die for. Right down to his bulging biceps, to his abs, and that V… He wore a pair of sweatpants and I almost gasped, noticing the long rod in his pants.

Goddess.

Did we f**k? Maybe, I’m sure I would be feeling it if we had… I looked down at myself, realising I was wearing a black lacy bodysuit. I slipped out of bed, my heart hammering. Where were my clothes? “Kiara?” A deep, husky, dangerously s**y voice came from behind me, making me jump as I spun around to see the god had risen. He was now sitting up and I found myself staring into a pair of dark, dangerous eyes. Eyes that seemed to peer into my soul.

+My heart raced even faster when I saw his gaze rake over me, his eyes flashing red and making me nervous. I could tell from his aura he was someone strong. Dad was going to kill me. “Hi.” I said, inching away. He frowned, watching me warily as he got out of bed. “Kiara, are you alright?” How the hell does this God know my name? Did I die? Am I in heaven? Am I dreaming? No, I don’t think so… Did I get drunk last night? He was inching towards me. He was tall… Maybe a foot taller than me… or more… I backed away slowly, raising my hand. “Can you talk from a little away?” I said, my voice sounding shriller than it was meant to. “Amore Mio…” He seemed serious and concerned, watching me sharply.

“I don’t know how I ended here… but I should go. Um, where are my clothes?” I asked, now realising I was practically naked and flaunting my assets in front of this god. 1

“Go?” His face seemed to pale slightly, his heart was thudding and I tensed, ready to jump if he tried anything funny. “Home?” I replied softly.

“Kia… Do you recognise me?” He asked, his voice so quiet and strained that it confused me. 2

He sounded like he was in pain…

“Nope… Should I?” I replied, backing away, until my back hit the wall. “If we uh met at a party or something… then I’m sorry, I should really get going. My dad will kill me.” I scanned the room, assessing if the window or the door would be better. I glanced back at the handsome god, who seemed frozen despite the heaving of his chest. “Do you remember anything?” Why does he keep asking me that? “Excuse me? About last night? Nothing…. um, can I go now?” I asked in a hurry. I’m sure if I had s*x with that thing, I would have felt it. Goddess, it looked big… “I think you should sit down; we need to talk.” “No thanks, I’d rather go home.” I repeated. “Kiara, this is your home.” “No, it isn’t.”

What did he want? Was he trying to keep me here? “It is. If you have any doubt, you can take a look at the pictures around this room, or on our phone. You’ll see there are plenty of photographs of us together. That ring on your finger? We’re married, Amore Mio.”

indeed, I was wearing two rings, no that wasn’t possible

a trick; 1 didn’t need to see any pictures. I nodded, glancing at the phones he had gestured

before I even reached it, he was in front of me, his eyes blazing red. A rumbling growl reverberated through his chest and before I even realised what was happening, he had me on my back on the bed, straddling my hips. “Let go of me!” I shouted, my heart pounding, when I felt an intense surge of sparks ripple through me, sending pleasure straight to my core. “Calm the f**k down. Listen to me, Amore Mio. We need to talk. You’re my f*****g mate. You know I’m not lying.” He growled. I stared up at him, I couldn’t deny the pain In his eyes that he was trying to hide. The concern that

to push away the throbbing headache that was beginning to form. I knew he wasn’t lying, I could sense that… “I don’t know you. Get off me.” I said quietly as he slowly got off of me

ground, pulling me upright until I

was terrified. What did this mean? What kind of trick was this? Was I dreaming? I needed to call Mom or Dad. Or Liam…

a surge of fear rush through me. He was dangerous… I could sense the power from him. I was about to pull away, but to my surprise, he raised my hands to his lips and placed a chaste

replied, pulling free and covering myself with my arms.” Can I get some

don’t know this man and I was not happy with him trying to get in my personal space. He didn’t

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“Where are my clothes?”

this was easier to grab.” He said. His eyes looked hard, his voice was dangerous and cold. Deep down, something told me he wasn’t an enemy… My

the shirt and pulled it on quickly, watching him warily as he picked up the two phones

unlocked the first and held

quietly. If you say

the image on the screen

were around my waist, one hand on my breast,

What the…

scrolling. There were lots, some with some young women I didn’t recognise… I even looked a little older in these images. Did I somehow

too many for me to think these were fake… There was even an image of Dad and the guy in front

This looked…

Dante, Skyla is the one with black hair, and mini

rang with his voice, a sudden squeezing pressure wrapping around my

possible. What

I gripped my head. Why did

Kia, baby look at

arms, I looked up into his eyes. My vision blurring as tears threatened to fall. I didn’t know him. I didn’t know how to digest his words, and above all, I couldn’t remember much. “I want to talk to my dad or mom. Now.” A flicker of hurt flashed in his eyes, but it was gone as fast as it had come and he nodded. “I’ll call them. Can I ask for one favour?” He asked quietly. “What is it?” I asked, shuffling away from him on the bed. “Our son is currently sick. Our youngest daughter,

my legs to my chin, wrapping my arms around them as I sat there trying to comprehend what was going on. After a moment, I looked up sharply. 1 “Wait, if we’re from the same pack, we should be able to mind link.” I said suddenly. ‘We sure f*****g

I want to talk to them.” I