King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

50 Puerto Rico 

MARIA

Just over an eight-hour flight later, we had landed in Puerto Rico. The moment we stepped out onto the steps, I was hit by how humid it was. The weather was rather warm and I waved my hand, fanning my face.

“It is really hot.” Liam murmured. Dressed in three-quarter pants and a white short-sleeved shirt with sunglasses, he was prepared for the weather.

I was too, wearing tan pants and a chiffon white blouse, with a large tan-coloured sun hat and sunglasses.

“It is, it’s nice.” Marcel replied, he was dressed the most casual in a t-shirt and jeans, unlike both Liam and I, who looked like tourists.

His similarities to Rafael were always a painful reminder of the man I had lost, but they were moons apart. My Rafael was one of a kind, no matter how similar one looked.

We made our way down the steps, I could hear music in the distance, and as we made our way through the airport to collect our luggage, I could tell that the locals all seemed rather friendly. Smiling as they walked past or from behind the counters. “Would you like a drink?” Marcel asked me. Once again, the similarity to Rafael, caused a stinging pain in my chest. “Yes, I wouldn’t mind one.” I replied smoothly with a small smile. “Are you ok?” Liam asked, taking off his glasses to reveal his dark magnetic blue eyes.

I nodded.

“Of course, you should let them know that we have landed.” I advised.

We were posing as a family; Marcel and I were meant to be married, and Liam was meant to be my stepson. I glanced at his dyed dark brown hair. Although it was strange to see Liam with anything but strawberry blond hair, it did suit him and did tie him in a little with Marcel, who had his hair pulled back in a bun and had trimmed his beard, which made him look a little neater. He had also donned some glasses to make him look older. Being werewolves, we looked to be in our thirties, not forties. My fake passport age was thirty-five, whilst Marcel’s was his real age. “I’ve texted her.” He smiled, and I knew he was referring to Raven. He grabbed one of our suitcases from the luggage belt. I looked down at my plain black suitcase. It was a shame I couldn’t bring my designer luggage set, but we were meant to blend in. I wasn’t sure we were doing a good job, as several young women and a few older women admired Liam.

It was obvious he didn’t realise that half of the looks he was getting were suggestive smiles, as he innocently smiled back. He was very different from his parents.

mated to Alejandro and not Rayhan, I had been very disappointed. I am glad now, because they each have the perfect mate, I cannot imagine anyone but Delsanra for Rayhan now. However,

Raihana was an empress in a past life. I shuddered at the thought. The moon goddess always knew what she was doing and created us in pairs that worked well together. Most of the time, she was right. There were cases where things were far from perfect. “Here you go.” Marcel said, holding out a cold bottle of juice. “Oh, thank you.” I took

last one, are we getting a taxi, Dad?” Liam

big and only one pack

so we needed to stay low for as long as possible. It

in to our hotel, it’s not far from here. Then we get something to eat before we begin exploring.” Marcel said, picking up two suitcases, whilst

get to

fluent in the language, and I would be the one doing most of the digging, with both men acting more as bodyguards. Their huge sizes weren’t easy to miss, and as I walked between the two men, it was obvious

long since I was of some use to my family and our packs. I don’t like to fail, I hoped we found the answers we needed and I would do my best, I thought as we stepped out into the

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showered and headed out to find something to eat. We were now

was made up of a plantain-based dough roll filled with crab. I had to admit

loudly, and the atmosphere around us was a very happy one. It was hard to believe that this was the home of

are Ri’s mother right now.”

sharply.

“What do you mean?”

He smirked slightly,

“Nothing at all.”

what he meant, but I was not complaining

removing my sunglasses and motioning with my eyes. “Sure love.” Marcel replied, trying to play the part. I turned, walking away. Even with the sun shining, the gloomy weight of sadness washed over me, threatening to pull me into the abyss of darkness once more. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the present. “Can I get an iced lemonade, please.” I asked the man behind the counter. “Right away!” I fanned my face and, as expected, the werewolf glanced at me, his eyes skimming over me. “New here?” He asked in accented English. I smiled charmingly, taking a seat on the stool and crossing my legs. “Yes, just having a small family holiday.” I said, making sure to look tired, and sighed softly. “Oh? It