King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

40 For Him ALEJANDRO She had relaxed, | could sense that much as she ate her ice cream, licking her spoon slowly as if savouring every little drop. Her eyelids fluttered shut and | leaned against my bike, tugging her gently by her hips in front of me.

Her heart hammered as her eyes flew open, staring down at me.

“I won't bite Amore Mio.” | leant up, brushing a strand of her hair aside. Unless, of course, you f¥#***g wantto, then I'm ready to mark every inch of this divine body and make you f*****g see stars.

She nodded, givinga small hesitant smile.

She was the most beautiful woman | had ever laid eyes on, from her unique blue-green eyes to her plump lips...

My frerkkg goddess...

“Is it... does it hurt that I've forgotten you?” She asked quietly.

She was watchingsharply despite asking that, and | wondered what was going through her mind. I smirked.

“I won't lie, because you can f****xg tell if | do, right?” She nodded, and | placed my empty cup down on the bike next toand caressed her hips. “Yeah, it does, a whole f***<*g |ot, because the thing is, you are my fx#xx*g lifeline, the light that keptfocused. My reason to live and my reason to be the best | f*****g can be.” Her cheeks turned a gorgeous hue of pink as she nodded, her gaze falling to my neck before she looked up at me, her eyes sharp as if a sudden thought cto her. “We are mated and marked?” | nodded. “I'm sure these sparks are proof of that.” | whispered huskily, slipping my hands under her top and caressing her smooth skin, the sparks between us surging through us and her breath hitched.

“So how did we first meet?” She asked me, her heart pounding as she placed her hand on my shoulder.

| knew her enough to know the effect | was having on her. This was going to be pretty f*+ Follow current on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Smiling when it went right in.

“Yeah?” | asked.

“Yeah...” Her eyes dipped to my lips before she looked away.

Seeming to be very aware of our position. “What is it? Wantto f**k you all over again? “No! | meant | just...” “You know Amore Mio, if you wantto revive that memory, I'd be more than willing.” | added huskily, yanking her close, her chest against mine. Her heart was pounding wildly as she stared into my eyes.

“No thanks... so umm, what happened next?” She asked, trying to change the topic.

“I tried to push you away, | knew you were too f*****g good for me. | was in a dark place and In’t think anyone needed that s**t in their life, but you remained stubborn, | chose someone else to be my Luna... but when it cto marking her, | couldn't do it. All | could think of was the fact that | wanted my nympho, even if it was selfish of me. The rest is history, found out | had put a f*****g pup in you too.” | placed my hand on her stomach, and f**k it took my all not to kiss her.

| didn’t sugarcoat s**t because there was no point in lying or hiding it. I hated what | did back then, but we got passed it. “You sure are to the point.” She replied, amused.

“Yeah, I am.” “I kinda like it.” She whispered hesitatingly.

“Yeah?” ‘Yes, but don’t let it get to your head.’ She replied through the mind link, rolling her eyes.” Now let's go home. | want to sleep.” As much as | would have preferred to just talk to her all night long, | knew | had to take this at her pace.

“Sure thing.” | moved back on the bike, tossing my pot in the trash can.

Flipping my leg over and motioned for her to get on in front of me.

“A little keen to have your arms around me?” She replied, and | smirked. She may have forgotten most of her memories, but she hadn't lost that spark. “No, | rather have you bouncing on my d**k if we're being honest.” 1 And that is how it’s played.

She blushed and | motioned for her to get on. It felt good to have her in front of me. | inhaled her scent before revving the engine and driving towards home.

“Alejandro...” “Yeah?” She leant back but | could sense her unease. She may know certain things like mind linking, but she didn’t know how to block her emotions off, and | was not about to point that s**t out either.

“I had a dream.” “A dream?” | asked, the wind rushing through my hair as | looked ahead, frowning deeply.

Did she mean today? Is that why she panicked, and | had to give her a slight slap to wake her? “Tonight... | was in a castle, it was dark, but | knew it was ssort of stone castle, and someone called me. He said, ‘my queen’. | asked who was there and he replied, your king, but it wasn’t you, it didn’t sound like you.” My heart rate quickened, and a thought crossed my mind, was that f***r somehow getting into her head? “Anything else?” “He said he’ll findand not to trust anyone... but | know that | can’t get my head around everything, but | can’t deny that we have a connection.” As much as that madesmirk c***

“I won't lie to you. No matter how f*****g hard this s**t is, | won't. Don’t trust him, it's probably the one responsible for your memory loss.” “I thought that too, it madedoubtful... but after what Dad and you both toldabout this Crimson king... | didn’t want to just stay quiet about it.” “Smart move. We can’t trust him, and from what | know, to break this curse on Dante and Delsanra, we need to find him.” “How can | help?” She asked, her voice full of sadness and concern.

“Just take care of yourself and if anything else weird happens, make sure to tell me.” “I will... | promise.” “I'm liking that one ice-cream bought your trust pretty fast huh.” | teased, nudging her shoulders.

She smiled slightly, glancing up at me. “Don’t get too c***y, it was not the ice-cream.” “Then what was it? My frexkxg charm?” “As much as | find you rather... appealing. No. it was your honesty.” She said. “Thank you for not treatinglike something fragile or broken.” “You've never been f¥*+++g fragile or broken, trust| know.” | winked at her and she turned away, her eyes wide and her heart thudding. Neither of us spoke, a comfortable silence falling between us and when | bent down kissing her neck, she didn’t jerk away. A soft gasp escaped those plush lips of hers, her heartbeat picking up, and she simply turned her face away.

Yeah, that’s my girl.

ENRIQUE They had installed cameras in my room, | wasn’t stupid. But | planned to use them to my advantage. | had pretended to be asleep and had set the bed to look like | was sleeping when the guards changed spots. It was risky because if they had a recording, they could turn it back and see what | had done, but as long as | got to do what | needed to do. Then | didn’t mind what they did to me.

At least | can make Padre happy. | had been pressed against the outside of the window, making sure to stay against the wall when the patrol passed. | had stood here for long enough that | knew the exact timing. There were two standing at the bottom, but they took a ten-minute break twice every night. | had my window open and so my heartbeat was the sas if | was in the room.

Now | just need them to go...

“Let's go grab scoffee, bro.” one of them murmured. “Yeah.” They walked off and I quickly looked to the adjoining balcony. | had less than ten minutes. | needed to get to the Lycan son’s room... Padre wanted him. I'll make him proud. | stepped back, ready to jump, and broke into a run, flipping in the air for leverage and grabbing onto the wall of the balcony next to mine. | winced, wishing | had my right hand; it was always my better one. | struggled, pulling myself over the ledge and looked at the window. | had to be careful about passing the next window, because it was in use. The Lycan prince's room was the one after. | glanced at my pocket where | had my weapon ready. | had broken a mirror earlier today but pretended | was just angry and upset. | took the chance to hide a piece, and that piece would kill the lycan’s son... | jumped onto the other balcony, praying no one heard me, but the windows were shut. The next room was my destination, and even if | had to break the window, it was ok as long as | killed him in time... 1 My heart was thumping, the fear of being caught and failing padre growing with each passing moment. But there was something else too...

The chica’s face.

I didn’t understand her... She kept defending me, kept worrying for me. It must be because she knew | lost my hand because of her. Well, it wasn’t worth it. She was just a spoiled princess who didn’t understand anything about life.

She makesangry.

| kept down and with ease, climbed onto the small balcony outside his room. To my surprise, his balcony doors were wide open. | frowned, peering inside.

There he was, sleeping on the large bed, his heartbeat steady. The lights were off, but the star ceiling above his head moved peacefully. | slowly padded into the room, taking my weapon out. Plunge it into his heart and then tear it out.

It was simple. Just like padre had taught me.

Kill or be killed.

My heart was thundering, and | wondered if the boy in the bed would feel it. If | make it fast, it won't hurt, right? He was young, but he already had such a strong aura....

| raised the piece of glass, clutching it so tightly it was cutting into my hand.

Do it, Enrique.

Only a coward would attack someone who was sleeping...

No. Padre said it didn’t matter...

But then why, deep down, did it feel wrong? Kill him and make Padre happy....

“Do it.” 2 My eyes flew wide open, and | found myself staring into a pair of deep red ones... 9 Trending