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.

Years had passed and with each one, I

it my sole purpose was to clear the world

was rinsing off when I felt someone mind

had refused his position to

‘Where?’ I linked back.

Birmingham if we leave soon, we might be able to get

a 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 loved to piss off. I was meant to visit him tomorrow. I think I’d move that

‘Darien’

‘Yeah, Alpha?’

bathroom and walked over to the bed to grab my phone. One of the she-wolves stirred and sat

hadn’t been to Elijah’s pack location although he came for pack meetings often.

admit, he had

We had strong wolves who would deal with threats and were sent out. I was settled not too far from my

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

bedroom picking out some oversize shorts. They were baggy

Lycan. Stronger, better, smarter

royalty, and so I took my throne 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 The Night Walkers Pack. Also known as the Royal Pack. With time, more and more disturbing happenings have occurred, but I’ve done my best to contain

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 and had no trace of

long claws, teeth and surrounded b y

thing was these things were made with dark magic. And although I had been working