Page 208 of King Alejandro

“It’s too late… six fucking years too late. We’re doing okay without your help, thanks,” he replied coldly, “but I promise you here and now, the moment I become Alpha, the Sangue Pack will not be under this Council. Oh, and don’t try to treat me like your family, because I don’t consider you mine. Touch my pack… and I will fucking destroy you all.”

Not waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out.

“Leo! Listen!” I stopped the moment the front door opened. He pulled his jacket off, shifted, picked up his jacket in his mouth and ran off into the night. Rayhan sighed.

“I messed up. I didn’t think of it like that… even Delsanra wasn’t happy with what happened.”

“It’s not only your fault. You were, what? Twenty-one? I should have thought… Marcel didn’t say anything either… it had been two years… didn’t he think he could speak up?” I said quietly.

“I’m sorry. I felt it was atonement for the crimes I had committed under her control,” Marcel said quietly. “This is on me, too; I wasn’t a good alpha or father.”

“Marcel, this has happened now, but when Raf and I fucking accepted you, it meant we accepted you, not for you to just try to keep us happy. None of us is fucking perfect, but that’s how shit is. We talk, we discuss, we advise, and we fucking disagree,” I said. He nodded, and for a moment, he looked older and tired.

“I know... with time, I realised that…”

“Then promise me from here on that you’ll fucking use that brain and speak your damn mind,” I said.

He gave me a small smile and nodded, but the mood was heavy as we all stared at the open door. I didn’t say anything. Right then, I felt like I had fucking failed. Leo had been suffering more than he let on. You could tell he cared for his pack, for those that had suffered, to the point that he used to defy Endora’s commands and sneak Delsanra food. He had a heart that cared, yet he felt inferior…

His remark about leaving the Council remained, and I wondered if he truly would follow up on it…

Heat, Passion & Love

Kiara

It had been a week since the day I got my memories back. Everyone had gone home, and we spent the last few days busy with burials, supporting families who had lost loved ones, and making sure everything was in order once again. Although Alejandro wanted me to rest, I refused. I had just gotten my memory back and I had been enough trouble for everyone, so I just wanted to do what I could. Besides, I was completely fine. The pregnancy was going well so far, and I couldn’t even tell I was pregnant. I felt great.

I made Skyla return the kitty, and the poor boy had taken it, bursting into tears at the fact that she had shaved it. I decided she wouldn’t be getting any money for the next three months from Alejandro, something he thought I was being really harsh with, because we both knew Skyla loved money a bit too much. But she needed to learn that taking things without permission was extremely wrong. It wasn’t like she was lacking anything.

Kataleya was getting therapy from Delsanra, and we all agreed she had a long way to go before she would be healed. What happened was something that would stick with her for life.

Alejandro had contacted someone from the Fuego De Ceniza Pack, but the man had been adamant that they needed nothing and that they would take care of Enrique. Alejandro didn’t back down, but they were adamant that they wanted nothing to do with us. We were both sure it was from Enrique himself, and if that was the case, it meant he didn’t really have a guardian who could guide him. Alejandro decided he would send someone to Puerto Rico to keep an eye on him from the shadows, feeling it was his responsibility to look out for him.

When Leo had left, Alejandro had told me exactly what had happened. I knew Alejandro was disappointed in himself, but even I was at fault. I had been the one to encourage him to give Rayhan the files back then. We were all at fault, but even though Delsanra, Rayhan, and I had offered to apologise to the people of the SanguePack, Leo had refused to even hear from any of us. Marcel said Leo had decided to go abroad for further studies. He was worried, but it was obvious Leo needed to get away from us all and just have a break. Maybe it was what he needed.

Maria had a good cry before she left for home, and although she had wanted to go to Raf, it was obviously not her time. She said if this was a sign, she’d try to work hard and carry on. Alejandro had suggested she make herself busy with the pack, and so she had decided to take up the position of the Black Storm head warrior, something she had never ever considered until Al had suggested it, saying she was an incredible warrior and she truly was. I just hoped it kept her occupied, and I promised to call her more often, too. We would be there for her as a family should.

Alejandro and I were going out for lunch today. It was the first peaceful day after a crazy week. The kids were over at Drake’s place since they had a kids’ party going on, and it gave Alejandro and me a chance to get away.

The weather was warm, and I was wearing a white and pink floral chiffon high-low dress with a string criss-cross back. I was wearing beige heels and carrying a matching bag. I had dressed up after ages, but with everything going on, it wasn’t the same. The moment Alejandro had seen me… even now as we walked through the pack grounds, his eyes were stuck on me. I smiled. I guessed getting my nails and hair done had been worth it. I loved how he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. Knowing he was undressing me with his eyes…

He himself looked incredibly sexy and totally fuckable as usual, wearing a white shirt with his sleeves pushed up and some buttons left open that showed off his chains around his neck, paired with grey pants, shoes, and a pair of shades.

“So where exactly are we going?” I asked. He gave my hand, which was entwined with his, a gentle squeeze.

“You’ll find out…” he said, not giving much away.

I leaned in, tilting my head up slightly, and he smirked as he bent down and kissed me deeply. Letting go of my hand, he pulled me tightly against himself, his hand tangling into my curls as he deepened the kiss. I moaned softly, my core throbbing, and when he squeezed my ass, I was unable to hold back the whimper that left my lips.

“Don’t worry... today and tonight… you’re all fucking mine.”

“Willingly,” I replied softly, licking my lips. He smirked,

“You always have been fucking willing to spread those legs for me, Amore Mio.” I gasped, feinting a mock offended look.

“Oh? It’s not like you never get hard for me, just like now…” I whispered seductively, slowly running my hand down his abs. Before I could even stroke his dick, we heard footsteps, and I smoothly stepped back. It was just a few of the pack’s teens. I saw Alejandro frown for a fraction of a second before he schooled his face into passiveness once more.

“Afternoon Alpha, Luna,” they greeted.