Page 239 of King Alejandro

“Yes, I agree.” Kiara nodded before staring up at the sky.

I turned my own gaze to the moon, my chest squeezing, but I smiled gracefully, excusing myself. Although the girls had helped me, and I was able to sleep at night... the pain lingered. Nothing they did could take away the pain of Rafael’s loss. No matter how much time passed. I placed a hand on my chest, wondering if those who had passed were really looking down upon us. I didn’t want to lose hope as I stared at the moon.

I will always need you… your dove will always need you…

I closed my eyes, letting a wave of calmness wash over me, and opened them as a single tear trickled down my cheek.

There were people you learned to live without, but Rafael was someone we would never forget. Not only me but everyone. He truly had been one of a kind…

Alejandro

We had eaten, drank, and there wasn’t long now until the new year. The kids were getting impatient, asking every few minutes. I looked at my nympho. She looked fucking perfect in a silver blinged-out dress with a sweetheart neckline. If Ri was the fucking sun tonight, Kiara was the moon.

“Like this?” She was asking Azura. Azura nodded as she, Kiara, and the twins danced.

“Kiara’s got moves,” Azura said as she did a back flip, spinning around and almost knocking into Marcel.

“Easy there,” he chuckled as she gave him an apologetic grin.

“Sorry, Mr!” She said before running back over to Kiara, who clapped.

“That was one incredible backflip!”

“What can I say? I’m Azura Westwood, queen of crazy,” she said with a toss of her hair. I smirked. At least she fucking knew that.

With each passing year, I saw Indigo more and more in her, but she was different. If Indigo had been a spark, Azura was an entire fucking firework. Something told me she was going to be a force to reckon with when she was older.

I tried not to stare at Kiara’s thighs as she danced, but, fuck, that was a mission. No matter what she was wearing, I wanted to fucking bend her over and fuck her senseless.

Marcel came over and smiled slightly as I took a drag on my cigarette.

“She is going to be a strong one, her and your little one.” I knew he meant Skyla.

“Yeah, they’re fucking crazy.” He chuckled, nodding.

“Back then, when I witnessed Ms Amelia perform the spell… I had a feeling it would cost her her life. I had seen enough magic to know that… but she did the right thing. We need more people with that much life in them in this world.” He looked at Azura with a small smile on his face.

“Yeah, I fucking agree,” I said, drinking my wine. “Has he called or said if he’ll be back soon?” I didn’t need to say a name for him to know who I meant. He sighed heavily and shook his head.

“I’d be lucky to get a call every other month,” he said gravely. “I feel as if I’m losing him. I told him to let his anger go, and, well, he’s let it go to a point where it’s like I’m talking to a wall. He just… I don’t know.”

I frowned. Yeah, Leo hadn’t been taking my calls either for months now, but I didn’t want to tell Marcel that.

“I haven’t talked to him in a while either…”

The last time was when he had said he wondered if ex-rogues would be treated well in this school that I was building, saying he doubted anything I did would bridge the difference between the ranks and status of our kind.

The first school was almost completed, and there would be a certain number of children from all packs who would attend. I wanted it to be fair and hoped that we could get started on the second school soon enough.

“Well, tonight is not a time to worry about him. Let’s enjoy the evening. It’s almost time,” he said, glancing at his watch. I nodded as he walked off, and Kiara came over to me.

“Everything okay?” She asked softly, placing her hand on my chest before kissing me softly.

“Yeah, perfectly. We still got some time. Let’s go for a walk.” She nodded, and I took her hand.

In the darkness, I was her guidance. The confidence in how she walked into the darkness, one would fucking think she could see, but it was her trust in me, knowing I wouldn’t let her fall. A long fucking time ago, I feared she’d drown in my darkness, but instead, she fucking walked into my life and lit it ablaze with light. She would always be my fucking light. She turned and smiled up at me as the music faded slightly. We walked slowly, hand in hand, further away.

“I’m glad we came here this year. It’s a nice change,” she said with a smile gracing her hot pink lips, the same shade or very similar to what she had worn at that mating ball years ago. I kissed her shoulder softly.