Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire

40. Something I’ve Never Shared LEO.

I agreed... I don’t know why I fucking did... I just knew that she wouldn‘t betray my trust or mention it to others. She might be crazy, but she‘s my type of crazy, and the one I know who wouldn‘t do anything to hurt anyone on purpose, in serious matters anyway. I mean I wouldn‘t put it past her to try to slit my throat in my sleep if I pissed her off but at the same time, I knew the type of things she‘d keep quiet... 5 I knew if she knew about the fact I‘m dying, she would try to do shit even if it meant breaking a promise. But something like Corrado‘s truth... she wouldn‘t tell anyone. 2

Even Marcel didn‘t know and regardless of that truth, it changed nothing. I cleared the table off, taking a bottle of whiskey and two glasses to the lounge area. As a werewolf, I know drinking did nothing to a pregnant woman, so a glass or two won‘t fucking hurt.

Why did this feel too intimate? 3

I sighed remembering the vague memory from long ago, ‘Thank you, Weo‘ back at Alejandro‘s wedding... Her shoe had slipped off, and I remember slipping it on for her. I remember thinking she was cute… Who would have thought, the confused little she–wolf would turn out to be mine. 7

I looked at the bottle in my hand, considering putting it away, only for the sound of a door shutting to reach my ears, followed by the sound of her heels on the floor, making me look up. She came into view, stretching her arms, only to make her top ride up slightly, showing off a little more skin.

Damn, she looked so fucking good...

Her eyes met mine and she seemed to become more serious, as she lowered them slowly. I was fucking forgetting my own rules... All I could see was her... 4 I was right, we should never be in a room alone together. “Whiskey? Hmm maybe Corrado was right; it wasn‘t just him who wanted to spend time with me.” She smirked as she came over before sitting on the sofa and crossing those sexy legs of hers. I poured two glasses, giving her an emotionless look “Don‘t kid yourself. I just need a drink if I’m going to spend another couple of hours with you. “I mocked arrogantly. She raised an eyebrow challengingly. “And here I was under the impression that you were super smart. I never knew whiskey could help take the edge off anything for a werewolf. If this was absinthe, I‘d get it.” She countered.

Was I fucking losing my brain cells? 2

She wasn‘t fucking wrong... But I blame her... She was the one who fucked with my head.

“It‘ll keep me occupied.” I replied sitting down, leaving a gap between us and trying not to stare at her legs.

She reached for the whiskey glass, and my gaze fell to the tattoo on her wrist —–the word‘ Strength‘.

It was as sexy as the rest of her. What I liked best was that she didn‘t need to try attention… Just like at the club, even with the strippers swinging on those poles, it was her who had caught my attention... Before I even knew who the fuck she was.

“Occupied by what? You aren‘t scared to be around me all alone, right?” She looked at me with those big eyes of hers, and I knew that she fucking knew the effect she had on me… just the way I had an effect on her.

“Careful there, Little She–Wolf, you don‘t want to play with fire.” I warned, picking up my own glass and sitting back.

fucking loved to

my glass as she sipped on hers

turning so she was facing me, one

obvious what

it doesn‘t change anything.” She didn‘t respond, and I frowned deeply, remembering the

ago when their pack was destroyed. Her nephew, Stefan Herrmann, a cousin of mine, he was the

glass, remembering that time.

were safe. He agreed as his mate was pregnant too.” . I looked at her and it was obvious she wasn‘t expecting this. What did she think, that I

stomach. It still felt fucking surreal that she was

knew something was wrong. I got back there just in time to witness that bastard killing them all... he didn’t even spare the

fucking started this... I wanted to just say it

on the floor losing so much blood. I still remember the numerous stab wounds they supported... It wasn‘t just any blade, but a Jagdkommando tri–dagger, a weapon that‘s fucking difficult to heal from due to its fucking shape. I killed him, but I was too late to save them. I was about to leave that scene:

had been covering his mouth to keep him silent, but I‘m sure if I hadn‘t killed Karl he would have killed the baby too. So I brought him back, named him, and told

wouldn‘t tell anyone, but

and sadness were

think he needs to know as a child... Sometimes I wish I had never known about Indigo and Fred... I don‘t get my parents‘ love for her... I know it‘s

emotions a storm and saw the sadness in her eyes. I never expected her to

her dad was a fucking idiot, but what about her

keep it a secret.” I said quietly. “One hundred percent. You don‘t need to worry about that. There‘s more of a chance for me to rip your dick off than spill your secrets. I mean, I didn‘t even tell anyone about your dick piercings...” She pulled a face and shut up. “Got it.” I smirked, and silence settled between us. I swallowed, pouring another glass of whiskey for myself and downing it at once. “So... you

did, but to me... I feel like she only cared for Fred, not me, like she didn‘t really care if I died as long as she had him.” The pain and bitterness were clear in her voice. “Mama and Dad love her; they always try to talk about her and incorporate her into things. I hate that. I don‘t

mate. I‘m glad Alejandro sent him away to his death. I bet if he was alive.

about this. “You need to tell your parents that, otherwise

giving advice. Do

to take advice, I know when I‘m being an ass or stubborn. But I‘m a hypocrite like that, and I don‘t really fucking care.” I replied arrogantly.

her bite her lip and I almost

sure loved