Page 138 of King Alejandro

“There’s a prophecy… I can’t say!”

“I don’t care, you will tell me!” I growled, lifting him up and slamming him against the wall. The smell of blood filled the air as I hit his head hard against the wall.

“Alejandro, maybe he can’t-”

“Answer me!”I thundered, ignoring Kiara.

“Al…” I needed answers, and I wanted them now.

“Answer me,” I commanded, my eyes blazing red. Unable to resist my command, his gaze fell to the floor.

“When the Blessed Wolf gives birth to a…” he trailed off, his entire body tensing, and then, to my shock, he stilled. I let go of him, realising his heartbeat had vanished as he tumbled face-first onto the luxurious woven rug.

“He’s…” Kiara gasped, stepping away, her heart beating erratically. I looked down at the body, the cold reality of what had happened settling in. I didn’t know how, but he was fucking dead.

Pastries & Flirting

Alejandro

We had left Antonino’s place and were heading back; my mind was still reeling with everything that had happened. I had straight away told Matteo what happened. He had said he would deal with it and to leave it to him. I knew they had been friends as he had protected Antonino’s identity.

We were a few hours’ drive from Verona, and the weather was scorching hot, although it wasn’t even midday yet, and I could tell even in the air-conditioned car that Kiara was going to fucking feel it when we stepped out. She had asked if we could stop an hour ago before she had fallen asleep. The driver had said he knew of a good place where we could stop on our way back.

I glanced over at her. What with the fact that we had been out and about since yesterday, I could see she was fucking exhausted. Her eyes were shut, and her breasts rose and fell with every deep breath she took as she caught up on some sleep. Fuck did she look good in that sexy outfit of hers, although I knew she’d look far fucking better naked. Or even better, wrapping those tits around my dick so I could fuck them until I came over that gorgeous face of hers.

“Where would you like me to stop, sir?” I pushed the thoughts away, trying not to get hard right there.

“You can stop here,” I told the driver in Italian.

We had just gotten into the middle of a town, not far from Antonino’s place. Looking out, I spotted a bakery and remembered the promise I had made to her yesterday. Despite the weather, the place was packed. Even though I had my aura reined in, people could still sense it.

“Ah, of course, sir. Will you be okay from here?” The driver asked in Italian.

“Yeah, we will. We won’t be long,” I replied, unsure if I had said that correctly. Kiara smirked, and I knew it was because my Italian wasn’t the fucking best. What was she expecting? Raf was the only one from us who spoke fluently, and I thought Rayhan could. Fuckers.

You sound sexy speaking in Italian.

Yeah, we both know I fucking don’t.

You do when you call me Amore Mio,she responded teasingly.

You’re mocking me.I gave her a cold glare.I’ll be punishing you later.

Can’t wait,same her seductive reply.

Kiara thanked him for the ride, telling him to take a break and go for a stretch before I opened the door and stepped out into the open, holding the door for her. She got out gracefully, adjusting her top over her breasts, making my attention fall to them. Fuck, was she hotter than fire. The urge to take her down a deserted street and bury my dick between her breasts sounded like a good fucking idea.

We were in a cobbled town centre, with a variety of shops and shit all around. There was a fountain in the centre and as much as I wanted to just go to the bakery and leave, seeing Kiara’s eyes widen as she looked around with curiosity made me fucking hesitate. We had been in Italy twice since we’d been together, but this wasn’t a place we had come to, and by the looks of it, her eyes had fallen on that small bakery.

“Want to stop over to grab something to eat?” I asked.

“Can we?” She asked, her eyes sparkling.

“Guess so.”

“Great! Raven texted, and she said I needed to try this certain pastry, which apparently, I loved on our last visit…” she trailed off and looked up at me with a wave of sadness filling her eyes.

“Maritozzi or some shit like that. It’s sweetened bread with cream inside of it,” I replied, remembering how things had gotten a little messy with those in a fucking good way.