Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire

32. Losing It AZURA.

“I meant in a fight.” I muttered.

He raised his eyebrow.

“That‘s what I meant.” He remarked. Wait no he... “Is your mind always in the gutter or do I simply get to you?”

Of course, you do. You damn annoying Rossi.

“Don‘t get so full of yourself.” I scoffed.

“Am I wrong?”

“If I want my mind to be in the damn gutter, I have every right to keep it there. I don‘t need anyone‘s approval.” I retorted, annoyed when he caged me between the worktop once more. “Even if it involves me?”

“Yes, because it‘s my mind, so whether I imagine you naked, or in a pair of neon pink boxers, that‘s my mind, my choice.” 4 “Oh? So if I imagine you naked, that‘s totally ok?” “Why, do you?” I challenged. 1 He didn‘t reply, his eyes trailing over me before they slowly flicked up to meet mine, and I knew I had gotten my answer. I saw him swallow, his eyes darkening when they skimmed to my lips. My entire body was reacting to his closeness. Even with the bond that was hanging by only a thread, only in need of a few words from me to break, I could still feel the intense pull that came with it…

“You broke up with Nikki.” I blurted out.

Wow nice going, Azura. 2 His eyes snapped to mine, and I felt him tense slightly. He suddenly moved back and turned his back on me.

“That‘s none of your concern.” His voice was hard, and I felt a pang of pain wash through me. So did he blame me for that? “I came here to apologise and that‘s what I‘ll do.” His voice was low as he turned back toward me, his gaze falling to my neck. “i’m sorry for marking you, and for rejecting you. I never should have done either.”

Those words cut like a knife, but I did my best to hide the emotions that were threatening to drown me. “Both?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

His eyes met mine and he nodded.

“Yeah, both. I was clouded by my anger, and I was fighting myself and so I‘m fucking sorry for fucking up your life with what I did. I‘ve already begun working on tracking down this ex of yours and once I have... you can return home.”

if I had been thrown into a pool of icy water. “So, since you regret it all,

made my anger flare. Who the fuck did he

was beginning to squeeze as pressure began building. I was losing control of my

only you

a phone so I could call my brother! Do you know how it felt to see the rage in his eyes and begging him not to fucking find you because of who you were?!” His eyes flashed but he said nothing. “If you really regret marking me, then go mark someone else so I can have this off me!” I screamed, shoving him. “At least let me live my fucking life without having this scar as a fucking reminder of you!” Needing a way to unleash my anger, 1 extracted my claws, ready to plunge them into my own neck and rip off his mark, but before I could even dig my claws into myself, he had grabbed my hand, closing his large hand over mine and turning me. Pulling my back against his chest, his other arm tight around my waist as I thrashed around, my heart thundering. “Hush...” His voice was low, and even as I struggled against him, he refused to let me go “Don‘t tell me to calm down!” I hissed, trying to elbow him, but unlike Emmet, he was far stronger. “Listen to me Little She–Wolf... I only meant I didn‘t regret the rest of that night because it was fucking perfect. But marking you... like you said, I ruined your life and I know I did, I

stilled in

with Nikki, 1

me, correct?” He stayed silent and I got my answer. I sighed, pulling free from his hold. This time he let go of me and I turned, looking up at him blankly. “Just leave Leo. Your apology... isn‘t enough. Give me back my life, take this pain away, and remove this mark from my neck, otherwise,

his emotions. His gaze dipped to my neck for a second. Our eyes met before he turned away without another word. He left the apartment. The door shut behind him with a small snap that seemed to ring in the empty apartment. I turned away, gripping the worktop, my heart thundering as I

Dickface.

walked over to the

for even allowing myself to lose control of my emotions. I don‘t know how long it took for me to calm down, but it was dark outside. I stayed sitting there glaring at

want the necklace,‘

I stared at the phone, my heart raging. I saw the message change to ‘read‘ but instead of replying, his call

phone to my ear. “I want the necklace.” I repeated, my voice sounding menacing. “Okay, my temperamental miracle.” I‘m no fucking miracle. “You are. You sure are one of a kind.” He teased in his deep, husky voice. “Don‘t try to get in my head, Dante. I’m not in the mood.” “I‘m not getting in your head, I can‘t read minds,

angry, Dante. So angry.”

“I know.”

mark off my neck, I want to leave from here and

want to.”

but don‘t act on anger. Azura, we often say things that may not be perceived the way we

to fucking give up.” I whispered, tucking my legs up under my chin. “Since when can anyone

be so bad if he can get under your skin like that.” “He‘s irritating and damn annoying. Arrogant and so... well let‘s just say a typical Rossi.” I was feeling calmer talking to someone. “Well, we are pretty irresistible.”

about

let out

I have one... you know how my wolf and I