Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Chapter 3

A Chase

ALEJANDRO

The smell of sex and sweat hung in the air, the sound of skin against skin and moans from the two women who lay on the bed filled the room. They kissed each other as I fucked one of them. I didn’t really feel anything, even as my release rushed through me. I simply pulled out and got off the bed, taking a drag from the cigarette that was between my lips. Not even bothering to cast the two she-wolves I had just fucked a second glance. They won’t be able to walk for a good day or two.

They had fulfilled their purpose, and now I didn’t want to see them again.

Women were all the same to me. I fucked them and I moved on.

I was 34 and I didn’t have a mate, but I’m glad. I am not mate material. I am a fucking twisted freak of nature, I guess not being a werewolf meant I didn’t get one. It’s been over lo years and I accepted that fact. It just meant I could have a hundred women if I wanted, and I have had a lot more than that. And I wouldn’t need to deal with a so-called soul mate.

I didn’t have a fucking heart, nor did I care. There was no place in me for anyone else and that is the way I liked it. To be alone. I’ve seen countless men fall to their knees to please their women.

I wasn’t one of them. Some called it a curse that I didn’t have a mate, I called it a fucking perk.

No bitch to fuck with my head, the only thing I needed fucking with, was my dick and I got plenty of that.

I walked into the bathroom to wash their filth off me. I didn’t bother turning the light on. What’s the point when I could see in the dark? I frowned, stepping into the shower after tossing the cigarette into the bin.

over me. I didn’t feel anything. Not the cold, not the pleasure. It was all the same. Years had passed and with each one, I

it my sole purpose was to clear the

soaped my body and was rinsing off when I felt someone mind

command, My Beta, was an Alpha but had refused his position to

‘Where?’ I linked back.

if we leave soon, we might be able to get

towel. A humourless smirk on my face. That was near the dickhead Elijah’s pack. The temptation to impose on him felt like some entertainment. The man was on my council, but we hated each other’s guts. H e was only 6 years older than me, but he was one of those cocky bastards I

‘Darien’

‘Yeah, Alpha?’

host us.’ I left the bathroom and walked over to the bed to grab my phone. One of the she-wolves stirred and sat up holding her sheets to

to Elijah’s pack location although he came for pack meetings often. So, it would actually be a fair visit to see

had to admit, he had the strongest

with threats and were sent out. I was settled not too far from my brother’s pack. But not too close for the packs to mix. I had territories all

been 8 years since I attained this position. By force in many cases, I forced the Alpha’s to submit, and I

some oversize shorts. They

werewolf. I was a Lycan. Stronger, better, smarter and I expected everyone to know

in a way. But whether they admit it or not. Every pack is safer with my reign over them. Innocent wolves don’t get abused. If they do, they know I’m here. I was the Alpha of

working in packs, but beasts called Wendigo’s had appeared. Wendigo’s were werewolves who had eaten werewolves and become something different. They lived to kill and eat werewolves

the Manangal’s, vampire- like creatures with elongated limbs, long claws, teeth and surrounded b

worst thing was these things were made with dark magic. And although I