Page 140 of King Alejandro

“Were you jealous? He was so sweet.” She smiled slightly.

“He wasn’t fucking sweet; he was irritating as fuck,” I growled.

“You are still the most handsome, sweetest man in the world.” She smiled, and I knew she fucking meant it, too.

“I ain’t fucking sweet.”

I noticed a couple step out of a sports car across the street, but they were acting fucking suspiciously. The man was big and probably my height. Nah, maybe a tad fucking shorter, but he had an aura of power around him. His eyes were sharp as he scanned the area. Although I could smell they were humans, that one was dangerous. The mixed-race woman behind him was slim, but her volume of curls made her hard to miss.

The man was looking in my direction. I was about to ignore them when I tensed, hearing what the young woman was saying.

“… werewolf books, and that guy right there is her fantasy come to life. I just want to send her a picture of what an alpha really looks like... Oh, I really considered sending her a photo of you, too. You’re just not quite pretty enough.” Werewolf books?

Is she on about you?Kiara asked through the link, curiously glancing towards the man, although all we could see was her curly hair from behind him.

No fucking idea,I replied, about to walk towards the car that was awaiting us.

They were almost in front of us. I was about to step to the side when the man did the same, stepping in the opposite direction, and the wild-haired woman stumbled, crashing straight into me. I caught her by her shoulders, frowning coldly.

“Watch where you’re fucking going.” She looked up at me, and I glared at her, noticing the photograph that she had snuck of me. I cocked a brow, shoving her back.

“Well, if you didn’t take up half the fucking street, then it would be easier to miss you, wouldn’t it? Tone down on the ‘roids, mate. They’ll shrink your dick.” I smirked coldly. Did she actually just say that to me? Doesn’tshe realise her hair took up just as much space? I could see Kiara trying to hide her smile at her comment.

“I assure you, unlike the fucker next to you, I don’t take steroids, kid. And delete that picture you took,” I replied cockily, casting the silent fucker next to her an arrogant glare. Could he not look after his fucking woman?

“It’s just one picture. Let her have it,” Kiara added softly, placing her hand on my arm, sending a rivet of pleasure through me.

The man pulled the mouthy girl possessively against him. He looked a lot fucking older than her. Our eyes met, and I could sense the power he was trying to exude. Maybe there was Alpha blood somewhere in his past, or as his woman stated, he might just be high on drugs. He was not at my fucking level. To my irritation, his attention flicked to Kiara, not even hiding the way he ran his eyes over her. His gaze lingered on her breasts, making my anger rise.

“Watch where you’re fucking looking,” I growled venomously in Italian, pulling Kiara into my arms.

“If you did not allow your wife to dress as a whore, I would not treat her as one,” the man replied in Italian. My anger flew through the fucking roof, and I was ready to kill him. How dare he have the fucking balls to say that shit to me!

“Alejandro!” Kiara exclaimed, keeping a tight grip on me. “It’s okay, my love,” she murmured soothingly, placing a hand on my jaw. It was obvious she knew he had insulted her, but I doubted she knew exactly what the bastard had said.

We can’t cause a scene here. This place is packed. What did he say?

He fucking insulted how you’re dressed,I hissed through the link, my eyes fixed on the cocky fucker, who smirked arrogantly.

“Keep up that shit, and you’ll die quicker than you can open that fucking mouth,” I growled in Italian at the man, doing my best not to rip him apart. He reached into his back pocket, and something told me he probably had a gun on him.

“You would do well to remember that you and your whore are in my home now. You are not amongst friends here.”

The urge to rip the fucker, whose English was as fucking annoying as my Italian, was only heightening, but there were far too many people watching us. There was no way I could do anything without anyone noticing.

“Your toy weapons won’t fucking hurt-”

“Alejandro, stop. Let’s go,” Kiara cut in firmly, poking her eyes out at me.

I looked at the woman next to him, and, for a moment, she reminded me of Kiara long ago. With a sudden rush of icy realisation, I vaguely remembered insulting Kiara in a similar way back then.

“Don’t let this fucker break you,” I said coldly, knowing if Kiara wasn’t holding me, I would have done something. Her touch sent waves of calmness through me. “And since we’re judging by appearances and his face looks like he’s an A-class man-whore, could you kindly escort the fucker away before I break his fucking bones?” She sucked in an unnecessarily large breath as she gawked at me.

“Please break his bones, Daddy,” I heard her mumble under her breath.I’m not your daddy, kid.Sheshook her head as if trying to push the thought away that she didn’t mean to say out loud before she glanced at the fucker and then back at me. “Don’t listen to him, babe. He’s just pissy because he was woken up with bullets instead of butterfly kisses this morning. Plus, he’s totally jealous. You’ve got all that ink, and I’m sure this fucker is afraid of needles.”

I couldn’t resist the smirk that crossed my face, and Kiara pressed her plush lips together as if trying not to smile. The fucker looked like he wanted to kill the sassy woman, but it was obvious no matter how fucking pissed he was, he wouldn’t. The real-life princess Poppy, or whatever her name is from that Trolls movie, shrugged carelessly at his anger. Yeah, that name suited her perfectly. I was sure I got the name right. The twins watched that movie countless times, and all the little dolls had like big hair.

“Now, can we stop with the dick-measuring contest? We get it, you’re both giants who need therapy, move the fuck on.” She was a cheeky fucker.