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.

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

the kill. I made it my sole purpose was to clear

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

was an Alpha but had refused his

‘Where?’ I linked back.

towards Birmingham if we leave soon, we

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 loved to piss off. I was

‘Darien’

‘Yeah, Alpha?’

and walked over to

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

admit, he had the strongest pack

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 over and I moved around

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

oversize shorts. They were baggy

your ordinary werewolf. I was a Lycan. Stronger, better,

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 The Night Walkers Pack. Also known as

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

elongated limbs, long claws, teeth and surrounded

with dark magic.