King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

47 A Past Forgotten 

ALEJANDRO 

“Harder baby!” She moaned. 

The shower water poured down on us as I had her pushed up against the tiled walls, one hand tangled in her hair, the other h****d around her lush thigh as I f****d her a*s hard from behind. 

The pleasure that I had been deprived of was now rushing through me, as I stared at her a*s which was covered in welts and bruises from our night of s*x. We had crashed at one point, but I had woken up to Kiara on top of me, my c**k in her mouth looking so f*****g s**y, and that had awoken the beast within me all over again. Now we had come to shower, but seeing that a*s of hers sticking up so f*****g sexily had f****d me over completely, and that’s how we ended up banging against the shower wall. 

“F**k!” She screamed and I could feel my own o****m close. I reached around, shoving two fingers into her p***y as I continued to f**k her in the a*s. “I’m going to come, ah!” She moaned hornily. 

“Then come for me.” I growled, yanking her back and biting into her neck just as she cried out in pleasure, triggering my own release, as I shot my load into that a*s of hers. Catching her body against my chest as she caught her breath. 

Her neck was a mess of bites, so I slowly ran my tongue along the latest bite. F**k she looked a mess, but I f*****g loved it. There was not a part of her that I hadn’t left my mark. Even now, exhausted as she clung to me, the fire in her eyes remained. 

“Seems like I’ve reawakened the goddess within you.” I murmured, kissing those sore lips of hers. 

She kissed me back, staring up at me with l**t-coated eyes. “One that can’t resist you.” She whispered, placing a kiss on my neck “Just as I can’t f*****g resist you, but if I f**k you one more time, I don’t think you’ll be able to hold up.” I murmured, squeezing her b*****s. She smiled, closing her eyes and resting her head back against me. “I will get my memories back, won’t I?” She asked after a moment. “Yeah, you will.” 

And I f*****g meant it. 

I had left her to sleep whilst I went to train, Darien had taken photos of the pup for a fake passport. I was currently with Leo who had spent the night at headquarters. “So, got anything?” “Maybe.” He said dropping his legs to the floor and clicking something on his laptop. “As far 

as it comes to the Escarra name, there’s plenty of s**t. They aren’t a pack with the cleanest record in businesses, it may involve drugs and s**t. Anyhow, something else interesting did actually come up but I don’t know if it is of any use.” 

He threw a knife up in the air, catching it between his teeth, before sitting forward and pulling up a few files. “What is that?” 

of his boot. How many weapons did

over a hundred years ago. Not sure if it

any such

are originally from Italy, correct?” “Yeah, obviously, it was our great

be able to find anything about that company?” “Already did. There’s nothing on the public domain, but if you dig further and get past some security systems, you will find that it was an arms company that was actually funding the Italian Mafia or some s**t. Then enter the Escarra Enterprise, apparently there was a ‘dealing’ and the Escarra bought out the Lupo XII Rossi. Then

the time the Rossi’s moved to England… The f****r was smart, got to give

scanned the

had gone down between our ancestors and the Escarra’s…”

debt… Unless…” Leo ran his fingers through his hair, sitting forward and picking up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Want one?” “Sure. Ain’t you a tad f*****g young for this s**t?” I asked allowing him to light my cigarette. “Ain’t you a few years f*****g late to comment on this s**t?” He countered, copying

F****r. 

he sure f*****g knew what I was thinking. He

asked, glancing back at

Rossi’s did something to the Escarra’s

had a point… Why else did they run?

we’ll see if they find anything from there. If this is the case, then the Rossi’s must have done something to have made the family forever remember

whatever the f**k they

know the Rossi’s have done s**t, the past is gone, but we can

shook his

to be open-minded, but isn’t it the same? Racism, homophobia, and prejudice still exist. We are no different, we are still ranked, not only by blood but by packs. We have the elite packs at the top, such as the Black Storm, The Nightwalkers and The Blood Moon, then we have the influential packs, the standard packs, the weak packs, and then right at the bottom, we have the Sangue Pack. Rogues. I’m right, aren’t

the Sangue Pack is not at-”

because we haven’t progressed, or the fact that we aren’t strong enough, but

I corrected.

a pack of outcasts among regular packs.” He stood up and looked me in the eye. “We won’t ever f*****g agree on this, and I don’t give a s**t. Whilst you were enjoying your long night…” He glanced at my neck pointedly, before smirking humourlessly.” I pulled up anything I could on the Escarra and Rossi interactions, it’s all there, plus some addresses Dad can use in Puerto Rico. So whether the king loves it or not, I’m f*****g