King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

KIARA

The smell of sizzling barbeque food mixed with the fresh earth and flowers from outside the open window swirled around me, intertwined with the scents of my loved ones. Upbeat music was playing and the warmth of the summer sun bathed my holiday bedroom in a pleasant glow.

“Skyla, stop it!” My son Dante’s frustrated voice reached me.

“Make me, dumb dumb!” His younger sister, Skyla’s snarky reply came.

I smiled. The two often clashed. I shook my head, turning back to the mirror and adjusting the top of my dress over my boobs. I swear this dress wasn’t this tight when I bought it, or was it? I wasn’t sure, but with Alejandro, my deliciously dangerously sexy and hot mate, telling me it had looked perfect on me, no wonder I didn’t pay attention. I smoothed the creases in the satin dress, doing a slow turn and examining my reflection.

The fuchsia pink satin of my mini dress hugged my figure like a glove, emphasising my ample breasts, narrow waist, curvy hips and perky large ass. I smiled in satisfaction, adding a few delicate pieces of jewellery to finish my look.

I ruffled my light sandy brown hair that I had curled loosely, just as a familiar scent hit me; a deep, seductive woody scent with the intoxicating underlayer of fragranced musk. My heart raced as I turned to look at the man who had entered; my king, my mate, my Alejandro…

His dark piercing eyes ran over me, flashing a blazing red as they lingered on my boobs, making my core clench as it always did whenever his gaze fell upon me.

He wore a white shirt that strained over his muscular body. With the sleeves rolled up, the outline of his nipple piercings were visible, and he had it paired with black pants and boots. Tattoos covered his arms, neck, parts of his hands and peeked out from his chest from the open buttons of his shirt. His regular chains around his neck remained, and his dangly earring in his right ear flashed as the light caught it.

His black hair, which was short on the back and sides with the top styled back, only added to how lethally good he looked right now.

“If beauty could fucking kill, I’d be dead right now.” His deep, seductive voice came, making a whisper of pleasure wash over me as he made his way towards me. The power and arrogance in his every step exuded dominance and his rank. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me against his firm body, making me gasp as the intense sparks sizzled through me. “It’s been nine fucking years we’ve been together, but every fucking time I see you, it feels like it’s for the first fucking time…”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Then kiss me like it’s the first damn time.” I whispered seductively, locking my arms around his neck, my long nails scraping down his skin.

“With fucking pleasure…”

In a flash, I was slammed against the wall next to the vanity table, making me gasp. His body was moulded against mine, his lips came crashing against mine in a hot, sizzling kiss that sent sparks exploding within me and pleasure straight to my core, making me clench my thighs together as I kissed him back with equal pleasure and passion. His hand ran up my thigh, the other squeezing my ass and I felt him throb against me, groaning into my mouth as he dominated me completely.

No matter how strong I was, in his arms I was helpless, and I loved it. I loved the way he conquered me, the way he consumed me, the way he kissed me…

I moaned helplessly, unable to fight the pleasure that threatened to drown me.

“Fuck, Amore Mio…” He growled, pulling away, breathing hard, his eyes flickered from red to black as he tried to control his emotions.

“We should go outside before the kids and everyone else realise that we are taking far too long…” I whispered, running my hand down his chiselled abs, loving the way they felt through the fabric of his shirt, before playing with his belt.

“Oh yeah? Keep at that and I’m tearing this fucking dress right off you and fucking you right here. I won’t care who fucking hears or not.”

My stomach fluttered, and as much as that sounded appealing, I knew we had to head outside. Today was our twin baby girl’s sixth birthday party. Some of our closest family and friends were waiting right outside too.

“I better stop then, but tonight I think I want you to do just that.” I murmured sensually, tiptoeing and kissing his jaw. At five feet five inches, even in heels I didn’t quite match his six-foot-four frame.

“Without a fucking doubt.” He squeezed my ass, his other hand wrapping around my neck as he kissed me once more, squeezing my throat slightly, cutting off my air supply for a moment.

Goddess, I loved this man…

into the sun, and I scanned the beautiful set-up, in bright pink, white and gold. We were at a family-owned villa not far from both our pack territory and Alejandro’s

creating peace and law. He had been thirty-four when I found out he was my mate, when I had been only eighteen myself. Despite our

own darkness, considering himself nothing more than a monster whose only job was

was their sixth birthday and both my princesses were dressed in matching white lace dresses with a bright pink sash, with pink bows in their

frowning as he came over to me shoving his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. Like his father, he was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His black hair was styled messily and his eyes, which were as red as

did she

stupid glitter poppers on

it is her birthday. Won’t you let her have a little fun?” I proposed gently, crouching down and brushing a strand of his

rolled his eyes

he ran off towards one of the other

fucking worked.” Alejandro remarked as we walked

even then, there were plenty of little ones running around. My brother Liam Westwood, the Alpha of the Blood Moon, had quintuplets, five boys, Jayce, Theo, Ares, Carter, and Renji, who were two and a half years old. Then there was my sister Azura, who was eight years old, like Dante, and she was the leader of the Westwood Quintuplets. She was fiercely protective of

my friend Alpha Damon’s daughter, who was two and a half years old, and their one-year-old

two, and his one-year-old daughter Sienna. Finally Raihana’s son Tatum, who

but I

almost put his hand into the cake.

a fucking handful too.” Alejandro

I seem to do

“Good exercise.”

gets enough of a workout.” Chris her mate remarked with a

fucking hear that.” Alejandro replied

get made by themselves.” Chris

warned them, kissing Chris on the cheek before

say you fucking

“Foods done!” Dad called.

he looked no older than his mid-thirties. I guess being a werewolf, our genes help in

the sauces?” Mom asked me, drawing me out of

left them inside.” I brushed my hair

Delsanra, Rayhan’s mate

my head. “I’ll go get them. Just

I turned, looking at him

that ass of yours jiggles, but I love it even more when I’m the one who’s

Goddess, I can never get enough of him. I hurried to

around, looking through the archway that led back into the hallway. Leaving the tray I walked out, my eyes blazing a dazzling purple as I

Silence.

only sound I could hear was the laughter and hustle and bustle of the party outside. My wolf was restless, and the urge to follow my instincts overtook me, leading me down the hall and up the stairs to the first floor. The

particles that hung in the air, the rays of light that shone through the windows, and the sound of my own heart beating like the drums of war as I walked down towards

sun had lit the room aglow. The pale blue walls, bright white curtains, and bedding were all in pristine

Nothing.

dark feeling of foreboding vanishing, and I shook my head.

it: a black piece of paper lying in the centre of the double bed. Frowning, I crossed the room staring down at

that were written in the centre of

THE DEBT BY THE BLOOD OF THE BEAST AND YIELD TO