King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

MARIA

“So, we’ll follow secretly and keep hidden away.” Marcel was saying, the bedroom door was open as I finished getting ready for the evening. I had chosen a strapless lace beige dress that reached just below my knees, curled my hair, and slipped on a pair of matching beige heels. I wasn’t wearing any jewellery, and as I applied my makeup, making sure to cover up my mate mark, my mind once again went to my love. My wolf’s whimper in my mind squeezed at my heart, but what could I do? There was nothing that could take away the pain of the fact that he had died protecting me. I should have died that day, not him.

I closed my eyes, holding the lipstick in my fingers tightly. It took me a moment for that anguish to calm within me, and exhaling softly, I continued to apply my make-up.

“Yeah, we have a locator on Aunty, we just need to be careful.” Liam agreed with Marcel.

I had messaged the man, who I learned was named Carlos, and he was going to meet me at the corner. I had told him, that my ‘husband and stepson’ were going to be going out for the night and I wouldn’t mind him showing me around. Of course, he had jumped at the offer.

I just hoped we got answers, I was carrying my bag with a few items that may come in use. However, I also had some weapons on me. Down the back of my dress I had hidden two thin blades, and the few pins I had used in my hair to hold my curls to the side were dipped in poison. I walked out into the sitting room of our suite, only for Marcel and Liam to stop talking. “Wow, you look gorgeous, Aunty.” Liam smiled. “And very young.” Marcel added, scratching his beard. “I hope this man behaves.”

“I assure you; you don’t need to worry. No one gets to misbehave with me.” I replied with a small smile.

“Passive-aggressive, I like it.” Liam winked at me.

“Not at all, just stating facts. I’ll be reporting to Raven on your behaviour.” I threatened jokingly, making him grin. Well, if anyone did cross the line I don’t forgive easily. “Does Alejandro know what you’re doing?” Marcel asked. “I’m not a child. Now you two should get going.” I glanced at the clock on the wall and they both stood up.

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raised to be a good host and play the part. Those teachings came in use

to get us some food. We were outside at a restaurant, music was playing loudly, and I was relieved that I couldn’t sense any other werewolves around. I had a feeling

rested my elbow on the table, reaching over and smiled sweetly as I brushed back

were close by somewhere. hidden away, listening

think they are anything compared to

was a handsome man, and much younger than I, which was horrifying. “Thank you.” I smiled seductively, brushing my fingers through my thick curls. “So, Malika… Isn’t it? That’s a beautiful name…” The drug was taking effect… perfect. “Do you think so?” I asked, placing my hand on his thigh. He tensed, his eyes blazing blue, and I almost smirked. He was so far gone he didn’t even have control over his wolf. Forcing myself to run my hand up his thigh, I leaned

my hand closer up his thigh and

tell me what are you? A warrior? Maybe a Delta?”

know, most of them are abroad. So it’s kind of been quiet.” He sighed. “I don’t know how this pack is going to

took his hand, placing a kiss on his knuckles. I needed to wash my

happiness as the Luna of the Luna Morte

the Escarra pack,

by DeAngelo… Why did it feel like the Rossi family, or more so DeAngelo Rossi, may be in the

“Then what happened?”

Alpha lost it, he was hellbent on revenge. His daughter was the jewel of his eye. How can we let her death go? He went to Italy. They say he made a deal with the devil for power… and you know… he won. He wiped out the entire Rossi line, save one. The one he couldn’t kill. They say the devil tricked him… he didn’t give him the full revenge he

trust me, all I want is to hear you talk, your voice is so charming…” I ran my finger up his arm and he

our Alpha is dying. They say the devil has possessed him, that he is paying for his ancestor’s crimes. Alpha Sebastian once said he will break the curse for his son, but now, now they say he has lost his mind. He is unrecognisable. The Djinns powers have burned him from inside, that even his face is unrecognisable.” My stomach twisted as I listened to what the man before me was saying. If this was true… This Crimson King was a puppet for the Djinn, who was hell-bent on getting what he wanted. “What is it that the Djinn wants?” I asked, my