Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Chapter 44

Punishment

ALEJANDRO

The moment Jasmin launched herself at m e I caught her by her waist, but my gaze flittered to the beautiful honey-haired princess who stood watching us. The flicker of hurt I saw in those blue rimmed green eyes of hers tugged at my * fucking heart. I hated hurting her but I kept doing it. It fucking killed me even more when she gave a gentle smile and walked off inside.

I didn’t bother kissing Jasmin back, her lavender and cinnamon scent didn’t appeal to me and neither did her lips. After kissing Kiara, this felt like a cheap knock off. I wondered what sex would feel like with someone else after I’ve now had a taste of her. Another piece of evidence that the chance of her being my fucking mate was strong.

This was all a fucked-up mess. I mean, I didn’t even stop anywhere on my way back for fun like I usually would have. 1 would never admit it, but I had just wanted to see her… I couldn’t even forget how gorgeous she looked last night. I stepped back from Jasmin, why the fuck was the woman even wearing heels? She was tall enough without them, but with those things on she towered over 6 feet. “Don’t ever kiss me again. Get too fucking clingy and I’ll end this.” I said dangerously. “Come on baby, we’re going to officially become one.

the reasons I tolerated her, I hated dumb women. She looked down and I knew she knew that I’d follow up on my fucking threat. If she thought me agreeing meant my feelings for her had changed, then she was in for a fucking surprise. “Kiara has nothing to do

heard Kiara apologise. That in itself pissed me off. I didn’t belong to anyone, I hated that she felt she needed to fucking bow down to Jasmins shit. I now looked a t her coldly, my eyes burning red as I scowled down at her, letting my Alpha aura roll off me in waves. I could feel the effect it had on her as

both looked up at me, falling silent. These pups were Omega children and what irked me was that I could see whose son the one on the left was… As werewolves, we couldn’t get a woman pregnant unless we marked her. That was the case for all wolves but Omega women, who could get pregnant regardles… In the past Omegas were literally sex slaves and a means to grow the werewolf race. After all, we were killed pretty often. Although this was not the case now, it had been happening in Zidane’s pack, Kiara’s fucking grandfather’s. In mine and all other packs nowadays, unless

condoms. A rush of icy realisation hit me. Fuck… I didn’t

thought about Kiara and turned my attention back to the pups. These pups would grow up without a father figure in their lives and if they were discovered, their siblings from their father and his mate might treat them like trash. I knew some of the men who had fathered these pups were mated

a s warriors, regardless of their rank as Omega. With warrior men as their fathers, many were rather strong. “A-Alpha he wasn’t sharing the ball.” One of them stated. I raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be a wuss, if he wasn’t sharing beat the shit out of him and get the ball.”I said bluntly. “Momma said I shouldn’t do that-” “Doesn’t matter

way, before they did break into tears like little fucking girls. It

get back? I thought you were going to get back later today?” I didn’t miss her checking me out. “I got back last

the fuck away.” I growled and they all stopped. I saw a few hesitate but my Alpha command was enough to