King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

Chapter 4

A Typical Rossi Family Morning KIARA

The sun shone through the curtains, and I could still feel the after-effects of last night. The ache between my legs was a pleasant reminder of what had happened. Goddess, the man had incredible stamina, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I turned in bed, missing the feel of his arms around me. I turned, touching the other side of the bed, although his scent lingered in the room, his side of the bed was cold. I sat up, glancing towards the bathroom door, brushing my hair back from my face.

‘Alejandro?’ I mind linked.

‘Morning… I hope you slept well.’

‘Perfectly. Why didn’t you wake me up, what about breakfast?’ I asked.

We didn’t bring any omegas along for the cooking so it was just the five of us.

‘You were spent after last night, as much as you love spreading those legs for me, you fucking push your limits.”

I smiled, rolling my eyes. ‘As if you’re not to blame for me wanting you.’

‘Good, because I intend to fuck you like that every fucking day.’

I shook my head.

‘Good.’

‘And yeah, about breakfast, kinda not fucking managing.’

‘I’ll be there in twenty.’

I got out of bed, wincing at how sore I felt and made my way to the bathroom. Goddess this man was a beast, but I knew that already. I turned the shower on and leant against the cool tiles, allowing the warm water to wash over me before I quickly soaped my body and washed my hair. Those kiddies wouldn’t wait for long.

Once showered, I pulled on a pair of white shorts and a floral print chiffon blouse before leaving our bedroom and heading downstairs. I could hear Skyla talking to Alejandro about something, and it made me smile. I stopped at the archway that looked into the kitchen area, tilting my head as I watched Alejandro leaning against the counter drinking coffee, whilst Dante buttered some toast.

“Are you making Dante make the breakfast?” I asked, amused.

“No, but I had to since Dad here isn’t able to.” Dante frowned as he took the toast he had just buttered and gave his sisters two slices each.

“It’s called fucking survival skills.” Alejandro replied, smirking as Dante frowned displeased, before he turned his burning gaze on me.

“Oops, one pound, Daddy.” Skyla exclaimed, holding her hand out.

This one was thrifty, she made an agreement with Alejandro that every time she heard him say ‘Fuck or Fucking’ she would ask for a pound, only thing is, it didn’t make Alejandro stop and second, he never carried a pound around…

“This goes for the next fucking five.” Alejandro said, handing her a five-pound note.

“Three pounds left.”

I sighed as I walked over to the counter and kissed both girls on the cheek.

“Good morning, Mama.” Kataleya smiled at me. Her hair was just like mine in colour, with eyes as dark as Alejandro’s whilst Skyla had black hair and green eyes.

“Good morning, my angel.” I replied, ruffling her hair.

“Morning.” Skyla said tucking the note into her pocket carefully.

you Dante for making your sister’s toast. Now, who wants eggs or bacon?” I asked, going over to

Alejandro said, making my eyes fly open

“Al! Food.”

mean you want Mama? You’re mated, let her breathe.” Skyla added, dramatically shaking her head

give

just as

“You look fucking fine…”

eyes at

came, bringing us out

lips before walking over to Skyla and

“Ouch, Daddy!”

loud?” Dante said, taking his bowl of cereal to

into the sizzling pan. “If you find girls annoying,

shoulder as Dante’s brow furrowed, pouting. He had so many young pups wanting his attention, yet his infatuation with

that shit down.” Alejandro

anything.” Dante frowned. His eyes seemed to

making both father and

to get off his seat, ready

not argue

his fault.’ I

getting older, he can’t

not today.’

Alejandro said, coming over and kissing my lips. I

I get fifty pence

as fuck.

Daddy, you say it a

said it too, Skyla.

Daddy just gets away with S H I T.” She said, making Alejandro

and this banter was the

our birthday party yesterday, Mama, Daddy.” Kataleya piped in softly when I placed their plates in

most welcome, darling.” I replied,

added, pouring two glasses of orange juice and walking off

pound…”

Alejandro replied, bringing over the hot chocolate that he had made for

Daddy,

you have

When I grow up, I’m

six, and you ain’t going anywhere until you’re twenty-five.” Alejandro added, taking

“I can too.”

“Can fucking not.”

mornings went, and you know what? I

–

up and prepared them a lunch hamper, yesterday’s events returning to

of the beast and yield

needed to find a

turned when Alejandro walked in, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m

I just…

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