King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

18. His Inner Turmoil

ALEJANDRO

Apart from Kataleya, the other two were clearly finding this amusing. I sat on the other bed and Skyla

giggled when the mattress creaked a little. The fuck it was creaking for? I'm sure these things were

fucking expensive.

"You are too big for that bed." Little Miss Obvious stated, tucking her black hair behind her ear. "You

men really need to learn to sit on the floor when telling stories."

"Yeah, is that where you get El and Liam sitting?"

She smiled innocently.

"Oh no, us Westwood’s don’t really sit on the floor."

Skyla cackled like a witch.

"Burn Daddy, she’s saying Westwood’s are better than Rossi’s!"

“Yeah, well, I don’t think so. Now zip those mouths or no story." I growled. I am not going to argue with

an eight- year-old brat.

"Oh... So are you better than Kiara?" The sassy little devil pushed.

I narrowed my eyes.

"She’s a Rossi now."

"Not by blood." She smirked.

"Daddy, you are amazing. You don’t need anyone telling you that." Kataleya piped in gently. Ok, fuck

now was my daughter trying to make me feel better?

"Nothing this little thing says bothers me." I growled.

Azura simply blinked back as if she had no fucking clue what I meant and shrugged.

"Oops, sorry Alejandro." She said blinking.

I exhaled, running a hand down my face.

"Alright, what kind of story do you want to hear?"

"How you and Mama met!" Skyla piped in.

I'm sure they’ve heard this shit a thousand times, and because I had to fucking censor it, I don’t even

remember what the fuck Kiara or I have told them before...

"Right... So, I was chasing this monster, and it led me towards the Blood Moon pack territory, then I

saw your mother who was this amazing white wolf with burning purple eyes. So, I killed the fucker and

saved Kiara from being killed."

"Or she could have protected herself." Skyla added.

I narrowed my eyes at her as all three girls stared at me, waiting for me to continue.

"Maybe. So anyway, she couldn’t see me, but I remember looking into her gorgeous blue-green eyes

as she asked me who I fucking was."

"So, she shifted back?" Azura asked. "Yeah, because she was hurt."

"So, she was naked. Oh my goddess, you saw her naked?" She gasped. Skyla giggled.

"Doesn’t fucking matter. Anyway, Liam, Raven and some other fucker came, so I left. The next day, I

was at Elijah’s and she entered the room, and well, let's just say she couldn’t keep her eyes off me." I

smirked. : "Dad, it’s you who can’t keep your eyes off Mom." Skyla remarked, rolling her eyes. "Why do

men think it’s all about them?"

"Trust me, you have no idea how egotistical these Alphas are." Azura replied. :

I exhaled, thinking I needed a fucking drink after this, or make it fucking ten.

"I think Mama and Daddy both couldn’t keep their eyes off each other." Kataleya added softly, hugging

the plushie she was holding tightly. I didn’t miss the fabric she held tightly in her grip and frowned

slightly, but said nothing.

"Hmm, maybe, then what happened? " Azura asked.

"Then she got angry because I told her dad that she was attacked, and so she was pissed off and

came up to my room and just barged in."

"Ooo." Skyla said smirking. "Then what happened, Daddy?"

"Then I told her I'm the fucking king and I do as I fucking want." I smirked, remembering how I pinned

her to the bed that day... "and she obviously wasn’t having it. Then she came over to my pack..."

I continued telling the very PG-rated version of the story, with Azura sometimes chipping in and Skyla

having her fits of laughter. Whilst Kataleya listened with a gentle smile on her face.

It felt good knowing she was home, now to break the curse on Dante and Delsanra too. I prayed we

hada fucking solution soon. I kept going until the twins fell asleep, but the Westwood devil remained

awake, her creepily unblinking eyes staring at me. ° "And then?"

"There’s nothing more to tell," I said, running a hand through my hair. "Hmm, well you aren’t very good

at telling stories, Dad is far better." She stated, snuggling down into the sheets.

"Yeah, well he can tell stories next time. Unlike him, I'm not so old that I’ve got nothing better to do." I

replied, standing up and pulling the duvet over all three.

Noticing how Skyla and Kataleya held each other’s hands in their sleep. This incident would always

remain with both of them...

"Well, you aren’t much younger... But don’t worry, Kataleya is going to be fine, you can go now. With

me here, even the devil himself won't approach. " She said yawning. :

I frowned, if only she realised, we were up against some kind of devil... "Well, night little brat."

"That’s what they all call me when they have no better comebacks..." She murmured turning over, I

frowned as I looked at her back. *

Sassy little brat.

Shaking my head I left the room, seeing El and Scarlett outside of Dante’s rooms. Their arms wrapped

around one another as they looked into his room. I guess they were going through shit too no matter

how much they tried to hide it... These kids... were their grandkids and they were Kiara’s parents...

I walked down the hall, lighting a cigarette.

"The girls are asleep, that pup of yours is fucking draining. No wonder you look so fucking old. She

sucks the fucking life out of you." I remarked. "She is a notch above Kiara as a kid for sure." Elijah

smirked

It was then I realised Scarlett’s eyes were slightly red. She looked away, smiling faintly, always acting

fucking tough.

"She’s entertaining." She replied smoothly as Elijah kissed her, running his fingers through her hair. I

could tell they were mind linking, and Scarlett nodded.

"I can get someone else to sit with Kiara... If you two want to stay together, I can watch the girls." I said

quietly. Although I wanted to be by her side, I was willing to sacrifice my own needs to do what I know

Kiara would want... be there for our pups and for her parents.

Scarlett shook her head, looking up at me.

"No, you need to be by her side. I'm completely fine." She whispered, despite her eyes glistening with

unshed tears. She reached up, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You need the rest too."

"I'll fix this shit." I promised quietly. "We will, together." She replied, tiptoeing as she yanked my head

down, kissing my cheek.

Scarlett and I didn’t really have a mother and son relationship considering she’s far too fucking close to

my age, but despite the fact that there was no name to our relationship, she was Kiara’s mother and

that was the most important thing. The frown on Elijah’s face told me how fucking jealous he got of

anyone who Scarlett gave attention to and I smirked, wrapping my arms around Scarlett. Because who

doesn’t like to add a little spice to Elijah’s irritation? :

He frowned when Scarlett hugged me back, I gave her a quick squeeze, thinking I fucking knew how

she was feeling.

"Your man's fucking jealous." I remarked, letting go of her.

She rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, of your daughter’s mate?" She asked him sceptically.

"I wasn’t jealous." He growled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her neck.

Fucking possessive.

"Yeah?" I smirked, glancing into Dante’s room.

He was fast asleep, the red veins looking even more prominent as he slept. I re-entered the room,

going over to the sleeping boy and slowly taking the necklace that suppressed his powers off. His

strong aura filled the room, promising a truly powerful Alpha when the time came. °

"What are you doing?" From behind, Elijah asked.

"He once said he feels like it weighs him down, I know it won’t do anything, but at least he can feela

little lighter."

I glanced at him and he nodded, moving back the blanket that lay on the mattress onto the floor, before

he dropped onto it.

"Makes sense."

I gave a nod, leaving the room and shutting the door behind me quietly before returning to my own

room. Kevin and Serena both looked tired yet alert. The empty pizza box on the side told me they had

at least had food.

"Anything?" I asked

"No." Serena said sighing.

I nodded emotionlessly.

"Head home, get some rest."

She nodded, casting a final glance at Kiara before picking up the empty pizza boxes and the two cans.

"Night, beautiful." Kevin murmured, picking up Kiara’s hand and giving it a soft kiss before laying it back

on top of the duvet. He lowered his head to me before he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

I locked it, before going over to the bed, the cut along her forehead was almost gone now. Her long

lashes touched her face lightly, her plump lips looking as fucking kissable as ever. I took hold of her

chin, rubbing my thumb along them whilst taking a long drag on my cigarette with the other.

I missed her. Despite her being right here, I fucking missed her voice, her touch, her embrace... just

her.

I turned away from her, trying to

calm the overwhelming emotions

that threatened to take over, the guilt returning with vengeance. I stubbed the cigarette out, leaving it in

the

little ashtray and headed to the bathroom, placing Dante’s necklace on the drawer next to Kiara’s rings.

Maybe a shower would relieve some of the fucking tension I was feeling? Who was I fucking kidding.

Until I found that bastard, killed him, and fixed all this, I couldn’t relax.

I stripped, getting into the shower, letting the water run down my tattooed body. I closed my eyes,

bracing my hand on the wall, resting my forehead against the cool tiles.

It had been years since that feeling of uselessness and being a fucking failure had returned to me...

ever

since Raf’s death... and now it was fucking back. Maybe I had gotten too soft, sure I trained a little less

now that I had a family, but if I was going to be at my best then I needed to become stronger, needed to

fucking do better... [had slipped and gotten far too relaxed...

I almost punched the wall, controlling myself as I grabbed the shampoo bottle instead.

Twenty minutes later I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapping it around my waist I

returned to the bedroom, after brushing my teeth. I walked over to the curtains, shutting them

completely before I grabbed some sweatpants and pulled them on, towelling my hair. I tossed the towel

to the ground and walking over to the bed, moving the duvet back, my eyes raking over her luscious

curves that made my dick twitch.

Fuck she was out cold, or as Raihana insisted - simply asleep, and I was still fucking unable to stop

myself from checking her out. I got into the bed, gently lifting her head, I slid my arm under it and

tugged her close. A soft sigh escaped her and I smirked pulling her against me, her body moulding

against mine perfectly as I kissed her neck softly. The smell of blood and smoke lingered yet it was

overpowered by her intoxicating scent. I squeezed her ass before hugging her tightly. Wake up, Amore

Mio...

I couldn’t sleep, my mind a storm of emotions and thoughts, wondering if there was any progress about

the so- called Crimson King. My only grasp on serenity was the woman in my arms, I wasn’t sure when

sleep finally came over me, but the first rays of dawn had begun to seep through the crack in the

curtain...

*IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT - Due to some issues, I'm afraid I will be pausing my updates until

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