Page 120 of King Alejandro

“Yeah, I did, and?”

“You need to allow him to explain his reasons, Leo.”

“I don’t need to allow him shit. The wanker fucking thinks he’s some sort of big shot,” he sneered, sitting back as he carried on working. “If you want me to do this, I need you to stop fucking bothering me.” He glanced up at me, and I knew he was at the edge of snapping.

“Hatred and bitterness won’t get you far. We all make mistakes… but sometimes, try to understand whatthe cause behind those actions is.”

“I could say the same.” His voice was quiet and dangerously level, and I could feel the anger rising from him.

I ran my hand through my hair. How did I tell him what Delsanra had fucking been through? I had seen some of her memories, and they fucking made me sick. The thing was, Leo refused to fucking listen.

“One day, you’ll realise what he did. When you find your mate and realise that you’d destroy the world for her, that’s when you’ll realise that he didn’t do anything wrong. I saw some of her memories… what she suffered… I wouldn’t wish it on anyone,” I explained quietly.

He didn’t react, and I didn’t wait for a reply, knowing I wouldn’t get one, leaving him to do his job but mind-linking two of my men to keep an eye on him. I was not having him walk around the pack alone, not after that fucking stunt he had pulled with Sienna.

I returned to the mansion that was silent. The hallway had been cleaned up, and someone would fix the light tomorrow. I had examined the weapon he had used, which was very thin and extremely sharp. Something like that could slice through someone’s neck if thrown with enough force. Leo would shift soon when he turned eighteen, and I didn’t want to think of the chances that the darkness within him might grow…

I headed to my room, needing Kiara. I just wanted to fucking hold her and kiss her senseless. She was the only thing that kept me fucking sane. The anger I was feeling inside towards the Crimson King and Djinn was only growing with every passing day.

I entered our bedroom, but she wasn’t there. I glanced around before deciding to take a shower first. I entered the bathroom, the smell of her shampoo and body wash lingering. I stripped, stepping into the shower that was still wet.

Where are you?I asked her. Since she had showered, it meant that she had been in here not long ago.

I was making us some hot chocolate…came her hesitant reply. I smirked.

Sounds fucking good.

Although the only thing that smelt of chocolate that I wanted was her. My dick twitched and the urge to wank off to her was fucking tempting. The only problem was that she had ruined that for me. She was all that I fucking wanted to get me off…

I heard the bedroom door open, and the key turned in the lock. I smirked, a thought coming to me. I finished showering quickly, grabbing a towel, but instead of wrapping it around me, I quickly wiped myself down, glancing down at my fucking hard-on. I was probably going to scare the fuck out of her... but who fucking cared?

I left the bathroom, towel in hand. It just about covered my dick, and I smirked, spotting her bent over as she plugged her phone into the charger. To my surprise, she was clad in a black silk nightgown, and from the way she was bent over, I could see she was only wearing a thong underneath. The fuck was she trying to do to me?

“Nice view.”

She turned, startled, and tugged at the hem of her gown, which only resulted in making the fabric strain against her nipples. Fuck, she looked too fucking hot. Her eyes flew open when they landed on my body. I tilted my head, smirking as I stood in front of her naked, the towel in my hand only covering my raging cock. I heardher breath hitch as her gaze skimmed my body. She swallowed, biting her lip as her gaze lingered on my towel.

“What’s wrong, Amore Mio?” I asked, walking towards her.

“Nothing at all,” she replied defiantly, despite her pounding heart and the tell-tale sign that I was getting to her when she pressed her thighs together.

“Really? Because seeing you like this is fucking turning me on…” I murmured huskily, taking hold of her chin just as I let down the barrier on my emotions, letting her feel exactly how I was feeling. How much I wanted to fuck her and how much she fucking meant to me. She gasped, almost stumbling backwards if I didn’t catch her.

“Al… Alejandro…” she whispered shakily, her eyes widening when she felt my cock press against her through the towel between us. “Fuck…”

Yeah, fuck is the right term, baby.

Her heart was pounding, so I reigned in my storm of emotions, not wanting them to influence her. If she wanted me, I wanted it to be of her own accord. I looked into the beautiful eyes of my fucking queen and just then the scent of her arousal filled the air, making my eyes simmer red. The hunger and desire within me threatened to unleash themselves.

“Wait… I… there’s something I need to tell you first,” she whispered, her hand going to my shoulder. Her heart thundered as she looked up into my eyes. It was taking my fucking all not to kiss her right now.

“What the fuck is it?”

“Earlier, I heard a voice in my head.”

And just like that, my mood changed. The harsh reality of what she had just said hit me like a fucking freight train…

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