Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Chapter 8

Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Chapter 8

A Battle 0f Wills

ALEJANDRO

“Or What?”

Her words surprised me, but I didn’t let it show. Right now controlling my instincts was proving really hard. She lay there on the bed, not even an ounce of fear came from her. That shocked me more than anything. She knew I was stronger; she wasn’t fucking dumb. Her breasts were close to spilling out of her thin-strapped dress and my eyes took in her hardened nipples. I narrowed my eyes at her remark.

“You don’t want me to show you what.” I said coldly.

“Nlaybe I do?” She challenged, trying to push me off. Her words were tempting me and I was ready to show her exactly what, when suddenly she pinched my nipple hard. I raised an eyebrow, even when her nail had dug into the piercing I didn’t even flinch. Her soft fingers sent a delicious sizzle of pleasure through me. Letting go of her neck, I now pinned both of her arms to the bed on either side of head.

“That won’t work. Are you really going to resort to such petty tricks?”

“Then get off me!” She snapped. “What kind of king are you? One who bullies his subjects?”

“You’re the one who came into my room. The one who shoved me and pinched me. Aren’t you the one who’s disrespecting your fucking king?” I said now looking at her hand, her fingertip still held my blood. I frowned and brought her hand to my mouth, placing her fingertip in my mouth. My eyes didn’t leave hers as I licked the blood slowly. Her heart rate spiked but it wasn’t what I was looking for. Her chest rose and fell but I only smirked in victory when the scent of her intoxicating arousal hit me. I leant closer, my chest now brushing hers.

“Or was this your way of seducing me? Cause it didn’t really work.” I taunted. A fucking lie. It was taking my all to not tear her clothes off and fuck her. Something told me she might even let me… She glared at me, her eyes flashing that dazzling purple.

“You can carry on wishing.” She said despite the flush on her cheeks. I raised my eyebrow. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Oh yeah?” Pinning her wrists with one hand above her head, I reached down with the other and I slipped it under her dress. Her heart hammered as she wriggled under my hold.

“What are you-!” She gasped when my fingers ran up her thigh. It felt good…

Fuck! I focused on what my aim was, trying not to get turned on. Nly hands reached her panties and I smirked, letting two fingers run over the soaking centre of them. I could feel her smooth lips behind the tiny lace panties she wore. A very quiet moan escaped her but I kept my gaze steady, letting my fingers run over the damp patch on her underwear agonizingly slowly. She had stilled, her breath hitching despite how I was touching her intimately. I removed my

hand from under her dress and slipped m y two fingers into her mouth.

I leaned closer, ignoring how good her mouth felt around my fingers. I could hear her shaky breath,

her thumping heart, and the way my necklaces brushed the valley of her breasts. Her delicious smelling hair tickled mv cheek as I whispered into her ear.

“Seems like you’re turned on. Nlaybe you were right… Daddy’s little girl isn’t a baby, she seems to be more of a slut.”

I felt her stiffen. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I let go of her and got off the bed. That’s how you play. She sat up a s if she had suddenly realised where she was, I knew I had given her a mental slap t o the face with that remark.

“I’m not a slut.” She said quietly, standing up. She looked confused and I didn’t really care. I walked over to my jacket and took out a cigarette. Flicking the lighter on I lit it, watching as she rushed to the door. I didn’t miss the slight falter to her right ankle at one point.

“Oh, one more thing.” I remarked. She froze, her hand on the door handle. “I won’t tolerate disrespect from anyone. I don’t care if you’re Elijah’s daughter.

Cross me one more time and I won’t let it slide.”

My voice was cold and threatening. I knew my warning had reached her loud and clear. She turned and

glanced at me, those large eyes holding an emotion I couldn’t quite make out. Not that I fucking cared. She opened the door not replying. When the door shut I walked over to it and locked it. Now the room fucking smelt of her. How had she even gotten so close? I frowned. She was bad news.

Getting dressed, I decided to go find Elijah. I came for business and I wasn’t planning on wasting time. I made my way out of my room and headed downstairs. I could hear everything despite the soundproof’ walls. Someone was pacing i n their room and Liam was on his phone talking.

‘Elijah I need to talk to you.’ I said through the link. As a Lycan, I had the ability to link Alpha’s if they were close. Although they couldn’t reply. I walked out the front door, leaving it open behind me, hoping the dickhead would show up. It wasn’t long before the man stepped out, a frown on his face.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I need to discuss a few concerns about the attacks. If Scarlett wants to join, she can.”

He frowned and nodded. “Let’s head to my office.” He said curtly. I followed him in and he motioned for me to take a seat. I refused instead I leaned against the wall, taking a long drag of my cigarette.

“There’s a problem isn’t there? Or you wouldn’t have come personally.”

The fucker was smart, I’d give him that.

“Maybe.” I now walked over to the desk. I took out a folded A3sheet from my pocket and opened it up. It was a map of England, marking every Wendigo or Nlanangal attack we had faced over the last decade o r more. “Blue are Wendigos and the red are Nlanangal. At the locations, I killed them.”

Elijah looked at the map, his frown deepening. I knew he saw what my concern was.

“What the…” He trailed off just as the door opened and Scarlett walked in holding a tray of hot drinks and some leftover dessert from dinner. She placed it down on the desk and looked at the map.

“What is this?” She asked. Glancing at m e, she paused. “You smell of Kiara. Did she say something to you?”

Elijah looked up sharply but I didn’t even bat an eyelid. “Blamed me for your petty little family issue.” I mocked, my eyes on the map. I glanced up at them coldly. “I warned her to watch her mouth and know her place.”

I looked into Elijah’s blazing blue eyes. Scarlett sighed. “She’s headstrong but don’t blame her.

Elijah and Liam need to give her space.”

“I’m not fucking interested.” I remarked, motioning at the map with my cigarette. ” Do you see a pattern?”

Scarlett, who had pursed her lips at my last comment, gave me a glare before looking at the map.

The silence in the room felt loud, everyone looking at the large cluster of red and blue dots.

“They’re all around our area.” Elijah was the first to break it.

“Yeah, depending on where I intercepted them. There’s only one hot spot they all seem attracted to.

Your Pack.” •