Page 1 of King Alejandro

A Message

Kiara

The smell of sizzling barbeque food mixed with the fresh earth and flowers from outside the open window swirled around me and 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, snarkily replied.

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 large, perky 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 so tightly that the outlines of his nipple piercings were visible, with the sleeves rolled up. He had it paired with black pants and boots. Tattoos covered his arms, neck, and parts of his hands and peeked out on 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 then.

“If beauty could fucking kill, I’d be dead right now,” his deep, seductive voice drawled, 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 as my long nails scraped 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 and 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 girls’ 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 and cutting off my air supply for a moment. Goddess, I loved this man…

We stepped out 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 nephew, Rayhan’s, pack territory.Alejandro was the King and the Alpha of the Night Walkers Pack, whilst his nephew was the Alpha of the Black Storm Pack.

Unlike the rest of us, Alejandro was a Lycan, the only one of his kind. He had created a Council and brought all the packs under him, creating peace and law. He had been thirty-four when I found out he was my mate. I had been only eighteen myself. Despite our sixteen-year age gap, we were perfect for one another.

Back then, he had been consumed by his darkness, considering himself nothing more than a monster whose only job was to protect our kind. But now… nine years later, we were together with a family of our own. Our eldest, Dante, was eight years old. Two years later, we had Skyla and Kataleya. It was their sixth birthday, and both of my princesses were dressed in matching white lace dresses with a bright pink sash, with pink bows in their hair.

“Mama, Skyla was being annoying, as usual,” Dante stated, 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 the day he was born, were filled with annoyance.

“What the fuck did she do?” Alejandro asked.

“She keeps sprinkling the stupid glitter poppers on me,” he almost growled.

“I’ll tell her off, but it is her birthday. Won’t you let her have a little fun?” I proposed gently, crouching down and brushing a strand of his hair from his face. He rolled his eyes in frustration.

“Girls.” I chuckled lightly as he ran off towards one of the other children.