Page 129 of King Alejandro

I wouldn’t mind reliving that night all over again,I replied back in a flirty tone, keeping my gaze fixed on the screen ahead.

Fuck, Amore Mio,he growled back. I almost giggled when he readjusted his position, grabbing a share-pack of Doritos and putting it on his lap. I smirked before glancing down at Kataleya, who was staring at a chocolate bar in her hand.

“Want to eat it?” I asked her gently. She shook her head, and I didn’t push it, although I was sure it would melt soon enough if she kept a hold on it.

Alejandro. Dante, he’s special, isn’t he?

Aren’t all these fuckers?

They are… but I mean there’s something different about him. Earlier, we had a moment where our eyes locked, and I felt as if he was looking into my soul. It scared me, and I don’t know why,I explained through the link, knowing I sounded stupid. Alejandro frowned thoughtfully.

That’s strange, but with Dante, it’s best not to ignore shit. I’ll talk to him,he replied, making me feel a little relieved.

Thanks.

You can make it up to me after.Our eyes met, and his eyes dipped to his crotch pointedly, making my cheeks burn.

With pleasure,I responded, tossing my hair. He smirked, but before he could respond, our attention fell to Kataleya, and what I saw made my heart break.

She was fiddling with the chocolate, trying to open the wrapper, but what devastated me was that she was trying to do it with one hand, using her mouth to help her. Her other hand rested on her lap, clenched in a ball, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. I was unable to hold back my own, pulling her into my lap and hugging my daughter tightly.

The painful truth was that it was going to take a lot for her to get over the trauma that she was suffering or to come to terms with it to some extent. This enemy had committed the worst crime by targeting children, and I would never forgive him.

Alejandro

Much later, Kiarawas helping Maria get the children in bed, although Ray’s pups had fallen asleep whilst watching the movie. Sienna was with her parents for the night. Seeing Delsanra’s state getting worse was making me fucking uneasy.

Maria, Marcel, and Liam would leave tomorrow, and I hoped they found the answers we needed. Liam had gone back to his pack to spend some time with his mate and pups before their trip, which hopefully wouldn’t last too fucking long. He would be back in the morning. Raihana was going to come down in the morning to spell them so they appeared human.

As for our other lead, I was going to go to Italy myself. I didn’t want to leave the rest behind, but I didn’t really have a fucking choice. Scarlett was going to stay at the Blood Moon Pack, and Elijah would come here. I hated that I had to leave the kids and Kiara, but Rayhan and Elijah would be there, which gave me a little fucking reassurance.

I had just settled my damn debt with Skyla, who said I apparently owed her a hundred pounds for using the fuck word. I swear the little devil was robbing me. She had walked off smug as fuck, leaving me irritated as fuck, and I had gone to Dante’s bedroom to help him settle into bed. Although the fucker acted like he didn’t need any help. The fuck was wrong with these kids? What Kiara had said earlier was still on my mind, and I planned to ask him about it.

“Wanna share what happened earlier? Between you and your mama?” He looked at me, his red eyes calculating. It was kinda hard to explain, but it felt like he was fucking looking into my head. “Stop with the staring shit. Answer me, pup.”

“What did she say?” he asked after a moment, lying back and placing his hands behind his head. The dark veins moved slightly under his skin as he stared at his overhead ceiling of the galaxy.

“She said she felt scared.” He smirked.

“Why would Mama feel scared of me?” His eyes snapped to me, raising an eyebrow pointedly. I frowned, my stomach sinking as a thought occurred to me.

“What are you fucking saying?”

“I’m not saying anything. I’m just asking, why would Mama fear me?”

“Are you trying to say something else is in her head?” He shrugged but didn’t say anything, but I got the fucking answer that I so fucking did not need…

“You should take Mama to Italy with you,” he added, closing his eyes.

I frowned, leaning over and brushing his hair back. I hated how he had the weight of the fucking world on his shoulders. I hadn’t told him about Italy, but he knew… I often wondered how much he knew. Could he see the future? The outcome? Did he know what was going to happen? We had asked him once, and he had replied, “I can’t say too much, or the balance will be destroyed.”The haunted look in his eyes at that moment had made me promise myself never to question him about it again.

“I’ll take her with me,” I promised, standing up. “Must be fucking hard to have to deal with all that shit. You must feel fucking tired.” He smirked slightly, his eyes remaining shut.

“Or I feel like the game master, watching all the pieces move on the chessboard,” countered his arrogant reply. I glanced back at him sharply.

“Fucker,” we both said at the same time. I smirked, shaking my head.

“Night.”