King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

54 Pastries & Flirting 

ALEJANDRO

We had left Antonino’s place and were heading back, my mind was still reeling with everything that had happened i had straight away told Matteo what happened, he had said he would deal with it and to leave it to him. I knew they had been friends as he had protected Antonino’s identity.

We were now a few hours drive from Verona and the weather was scorching hot although it wasn’t even midday yet and I could tell even in the air-conditioned car that Kiara was going to f*****g feel it when we stepped out.

She had asked if we could stop an hour ago before she had fallen asleep, the driver had said he knew of a good place where we could stop on our way back

I glanced over at her, what with the fact we had been out and about since yesterday, I could see she was f*****g exhausted. Her eyes were shut, her b*****s rose and fell with every deep breath she took as she caught up on some sleep

F**k did she look good in that s**y outfit of hers, although I knew she’d look far f*****g better naked. Or even better, wrapping those t**s around my d**k so I could f**k them until i came over that gorgeous face of hers “Where would you like me to stop, sir?”

I pushed the thoughts away, trying not to get hard right here

“You can stop here” I told the driver in Italian

We had just gotten into the middle of a town, not far from Antonino’s place Looking out, I spotted a bakery, remembering the promise I made to her yesterday

Despite the weather, the place was packed. Even though I had my aura reined in, people could still sense it

“Ah, of course sir, will you be ok from here?” The driver asked in Italian.

“Yeah, we will. We won’t be long,” I replied, unsure if I had said that correctly

Kiara smirked and I knew it was because my Italian wasn’t the f*****g best, what was she expecting? Raf was the only one from us who spoke fluently, and I think Rayhan could. Fuckers

‘You sound s**y speaking in Italian ‘Yeah, we both know I f*****g don’t.’ ‘You do when you call me Amore Mio.’ She responded teasingly. ‘You’re mocking me,’I gave her a cold glare, I’ll be punishing you later.’

‘Can’t wait.’ Came her seductive reply.

Kiata thanked him for the ride, telling him to take a break and go for a stretch, before I opened the door and stepped out into the open. Holding the door for her, she got out gracefully, adjusting her top over her b*****s, making my attention fall to then

F**k was she hotter than fire, the urge to take her down a deserted street and bury my d**k between her b*****s sounded like a good f*****g idea.

We were in a cobbled town centre, with a variety of shops and s**t all around. There was a fountain in the centre and as much as I wanted to just go to the bakery and leave, seeing Kiara’s eyes widen as she looked around with curiosity made me f*****g hesitate.

We have been in Italy twice since we’ve been together, but this wasn’t a place we had come to, and by the looks of it her eyes had fallen on that small bakery.

“Want to stop over to grab something to eat?” I asked.

“Can we?” She asked, her eyes sparkling.

“Guess so.”

“Great! Raven texted and she said I needed to try this certain pastry, which apparently, I loved on our last visit…” She trailed off and looked up at me with a wave of sadness filling her eyes,

“Maritozzi or some s**t like that, its sweetened bread with cream inside of it.” I replied, remember how things had gotten a little messy with those, in a f*****g good way. “Yeah, those are the ones Raven mentioned.” She smiled, grabbing my hand as she hurried towards the bakery.

Seems like Liam had got them two talking again, I was glad, not wanting her to feel any further doubt, especially with the fact that the Djinn still had some level of hold over her.

I pushed the door to the bakery open. The smell of dozens of freshly baked treats was actually f*****g appealing

But the place was too f*****g packed, although Kiara didn’t seem to f*****g mind. We walked over to the counter, waiting until the few people ahead of us were served. A built, tattooed man wearing an apron was behind the counter, a big f*****g grin on his face Not sure what he was finding f*****g joy in. 1

Kiara scanned the display of treats, and I felt my heart squeeze remembering how she loved to bake

“You loved to bake.” I remarked, placing my hand on her a*s.

“I did?»

“Yeah.” I cupped her neck with my free hand, pulling her close and kissing her passionately as I squeezed her a*s.

“What did you like the most? From what I baked I mean?” She asked me when we broke apart, her cheeks coated a pretty shade of pink as she tried to ignore the stares we were getting.

“Your brownies.” I said, when we finally got to the counter where the f****r who now was reminding me of someone else flashed Kiara a smile.

“Hey Bellissima, what pleasure can I offer you today?” The f****r said, with a suggestive wink that made Kiara blush. Why the f**k was he speaking Italian when he was obviously f*****g American. + D******d.

about you stop f*****g

Maritozzi? And what else would you recommend?” Kiara cut in quickly, placing a

face and that accent, I can get you anything you want… Although maybe something a little less sweet, you look sweet enough,

my last d**n nerve. Why the

some Maritozzi… You have beautiful eyes.”

about his eyes,

I can step around this counter so

to gouge his precious blue eyes

of your ink anyway…”

you like?” Kiara replied quickly, before turning to me and giving me a warm smile, she sure f*****g knew I was ready

pulling her against my chest, I did not need this

f****r behind the counter, he was pissing me off

nervously scratched the back of

in charge of wasn’t great, kind of got distracted, the boss man won’t let

he couldn’t sense my

Americans..

every woman that passes through. Maybe if you focused on your d**n job this s**t wouldn’t happen. And

nice. We’ll just take the Maritozzi and some Cannoli, please. He

be quick, well good, because I was getting sick of

love.’

I don’t like people hitting

only

f*****g foot. I knew a player when I

in question packed the d**n pastries, holding

A smile like yours adding so much beauty to this place definitely deserves a discount.” He winks so much it’s like he has

It was nice meeting

And the pleasure was all mine…”

“Kiara.”

here.” I growled, placing a

she turned and mouthed a thank you, I kept my hand firmly around her waist and led

F****r.

the open, Kiara

He was so

f*****g sweet; he was irritating

in the world.” She smiled and I knew she

“I ain’t f*****g sweet.”

the street, but they were acting f*****g suspicious, the man was big and probably my height. Nah, maybe a tad f*****g shorter, but he had an aura of power around him. His eyes were sharp as he scanned the area. Although I could smell they were humans, that one was

was slim, but her volumes of curl, made her hard to miss.

looking in my direction, I was about to ignore them when I tensed, hearing what

is her fantasy come to life. I just want to send her a picture of what an alpha really looks like… Oh, I really considered sending her a photo of you too. You’re

Werewolf books?

curiously glancing towards the man, although

about to walk towards

man did the same, stepping in the opposite direction and the wild-haired woman stumbled, crashing

where you’re

her. Noticing the photograph that she had snuck

you didn’t take up half the f*****g street then it would be easier to miss you, wouldn’t it? Tone

me? Doesn’t she realise her hair took up just as

could see Kiara trying to hide her smile at

next to you, I don’t take steroids, kid. And delete that picture you took.” I replied c*****y, casting the silent

he not look after his

her have it.” Kiara added softly, placing her hand on my arm, sending a rivet of

eyes met and I could sense the power he was trying to exude. Maybe there was Alpha blood somewhere in his past, or as his woman stated, he might just be high on drugs. He was not

irritation, his attention flicked to Kiara, not even hiding the way he ran his eyes

looking.” I growled venomously in Italian, pulling

2 My anger flew through the

my jaw. It was obvious she knew he had insulted her but I doubted she knew exactly what the b*****d had

‘He f*****g insulted how you’re dressed.’ I hissed through the link, my eyes fixed on the c***y f****r who smirked arrogantly. “Keep up that s**t and you’ll die quicker than you can open that f*****g mouth.” I growled in Italian at the man, doing my best not to rip him apart. He reached into his back pocket and something told me he probably had a gun on him. “You would do

heightening, but there were far too many people watching us, there was no way I could do anything

in firmly, poking her eyes out at me. I looked at the woman next to him and for a moment she

vaguely remembered insulting Kiara in a

waves of calmness through me. “And since we’re judging