King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

My Worst Nightmare KIARA

“I’m ok.” I said looking up at Julio, who had found me.

My body was aching and I could barely think straight.

“What happened?” He asked, frowning. “Should I call the Alpha?”

“I don’t know, there was a paper… I… I’ll call him just to see how they are.” I murmured, looking at my own shattered phone.

Worry, pain, and fear were swirling inside of me, but it wasn’t my own emotions – Alejandro. What was happening?

“Contact Alejandro!” I exclaimed suddenly, making Julio grab his phone, but just then, the sound of running reached my ears and Alejandro appeared at the door, blood and dirt covering his body. Clad in only torn sweatpants which told me had shifted.

My eyes snapped to the limp bodies of Dante and Skyla in his arms, and I sprang up.

“What happened?!” I cried, my powers surging around me.

Panic and worry consumed me as I took in their state. Skyla’s heartbeat was steady yet weak, but she seemed to simply  be unconscious whilst Dante’s heartbeat was racing, his skin was clammy and he was shaking.
He placed the kids on the bed, and I quickly placed my hands on both of them, my purple aura blazing around me. As a blessed wolf from the Asheton bloodline, I had the gift of healing.

Skyla began to heal, yet I could feel the pain Dante was in, even when the injury on his chest healed. What was this? Goddess help me!
I removed my hand from Skyla, caressing her hair when I froze. My heart thundering as I realised Kataleya wasn’t here. I snapped my gaze to Alejandro, trying not to let the fear of the worst consume me.
“Where’s Kataleya?” I asked, unable to stop the distress and worry from seeping into my voice.
“She’s…”
Please baby, tell me she’s ok.
I stared into his eyes that were wracked with guilt and sorrow, still pouring my healing into Dante. Trying to focus with everything I had.

“Alejandro! Answer me!”
“They took her.” His pained reply came, placing his hand on my arm.
My breath hitched as 1 Jerked away from him, my entire body shaking.
No. No. Goddess no.
“Kiara… I’ll get her back, I promise you.”
“Go. Please go find her.” I said, my voice harsh and shaky, unable to even look at him, trying not to break down.
It wasn’t his fault, but I needed my baby.

He didn’t speak and I felt a surge of guilt, my own at my behaviour, but most of it was his before he put his walls up. I looked at him as he turned to leave the room, and I placed my hand on his arm.
“Wait.” I whispered.
I let my healing pour into him, healing him, before tugging him close and reaching up to caress his jaw. Our eyes met and the pain suddenly became unbearable.

“You got this.” I whispered, trying to control the storm of tears that were threatening to fall.

Do I tell him I can’t heal Dante? No… I needed him to go find Kataleya. Just the thought of her

met mine for a fleeting moment before he left the room swiftly. I took a deep breath and looked at Julio, who was standing in the hall. “Give me a phone.” I said, trying to control my emotions. “Here.” He handed me his phone, unlocked, and I

to the villa?” I asked, trying to keep my voice strong, but even then, it trembled. “Of course I can, Kiara… is everything ok?”. “No… nothing is. There’s something going on and I wish I…” Once again, I wasn’t able to utter anything about the letters. “Dante, there’s something wrong with him, and Kataleya’s been taken, and you know we can’t track her.” I whispered. I heard her take a sharp intake of breath. “We are coming.” She said, her voice was strong and comforting. I closed my eyes, praying she could

and my heart leapt knowing that Delsanra was here. Within seconds, she and Rayhan were running up the stairs, their scent hitting my nose before they stepped into the room. “Kiara.” Delsanra said, her eyes burning red, she was currently in her demon form. I stood up and she hugged me tightly, Skyla crushed between us both, and only then did I realise that I was shaking too. “We are going to fix this.” She promised, softly kissing skyla on the head as she continued to sob into my shoulder. Rayhan was by Dante’s side, placing the large bag he was carrying down, checking his pulse and forehead. A deep frown set on his face with his shoulder-length black hair falling in his face, before

in pain, but it’s not