Page 28 of King Alejandro

Fuck this.

My phone rang as I stood up, and I answered it after glancing at the name Elijah. I had half a fucking mind to let him know what his daughter had just done.Actually, I think I fucking will.

“What is it?” I asked coldly.

“I’m in Oxford, and there’s been a sighting that may or may not help. Someone said they saw a mass of reddish-coloured wolves, although the old man seemed to be a little lost in the head. I think it’s all we got to go on.”

“Perfect. I’ll head there now…” I closed my eyes, feeling some fucking hope… “By the way… Kiara left, and your mate allowed it. You know it’s not fucking safe out there,” I growled.

“What?” Elijah’s voice was sharp, and I could hear the irritation in it. I smirked coldly.

“Yeah, exactly. She doesn’t fucking listen. I’m going to send a team out to find her, and I’m coming down to Oxford. If we have a lead, I’m not wasting more time allowing my baby girl to be out there alone for longer than necessary.” Elijah sighed heavily.

“That makes sense… when you get here, you, Liam, and Rayhan can head forward. I’ll find Kiara.”

“Yeah, and let her know when I find her, she’s in fucking trouble,” I growled, hanging up.

My eyes blazed red.I swear if anything happens to her….I closed my eyes, running a hand through my hair and trying to control my anger. I told her I couldn’t fucking focus if she was out there… I told her to stay…

I dialled Darien. That fucker didn’t answer because he was fucking scared, I knew that much...

“Hi, Alpha.”

“Hey, fucker. You couldn’t keep Kiara there?”

“Listen, she snuck out. No one realised…”

“Oh, yeah? I’ll be fucking sorting this shit out when I get home. For now, anything with my demand on the net?”

“Nothing, maybe he hasn’t seen it yet,” Darien said, clearly nervous.

“Push for it to get more fucking exposure. I want my girl back by all fucking means.” I ripped open the door to the bedroom and stormed downstairs.

“Al… didn’t you shower or-”

“I need to go. Kiara left to look for her, too, and Elijah may or may not have found a lead. You don’t come, you need your fucking rest.”

Not waiting for a reply, I shifted and rushed from the house. I spotted Leo sitting high up in a tree, smoking a cigarette as I ran past. My only aim was to get to Oxford and pray that my baby girl was somewhere there. As for Kiara… I frowned deeply. No matter how fucking pissed I was at her, the worry for her safety clawed at my mind and chest. Fuck, why was she so damn reckless?

The trees were a blur as I zoomed through them as fast as I could. The moon was hidden mostly by clouds, and the night was still, yet that burden that hung above my head was fucking looming heavily. I needed to fix this shit.

An Act of Kindness

Unknown POV

Icould hear the sounds of night animals outside my bedroom window hooting, howling, and crying out extremely loudly as I stared at the ceiling, lying on the hard plank of wood that was my bed. My room was luxurious enough, but, as future Alpha, there were certain things I didn’t need and shouldn’t get used to, like soft beds, for one, or blankets. As a werewolf, my body kept itself warm, and it was better to get used to things than to be spoiled with useless, unnecessary items.

It had been a while since I talked to the Lycan’s daughter, but I couldn’t brush off how innocent she seemed. I knew her father was a horrible person who owed my family a lot, and I knew that inevitably she might die, but whilst she was alive, perhaps I could offer her some sympathy or something of the sort. I sat up, remembering how her dress was torn at her waist and covered in bloodstains. She had lost a lot of blood, too…

I ran my hand through my black hair, sighing. It wasn’t like me to show compassion. It was a weakness, after all.Is this why Father says women are nothing more than something to bear pups? Regardless of that, perhaps I should ask Mother.

I got out of bed and exited my room. Father stayed on a separate floor from my mother and me. I guess that was convenient right then. I didn’t like going behind his back, but something about the girl in the basement didn’t sit right with me. I walked down the carpeted halls and knocked lightly on mother’s door. It was past two a.m.; she was probably asleep.

The door opened, and I looked up at her. Although Father said I shouldn’t care for anyone, I dared not tell him that I did care for Mother. I loved her dearly, just as much as I loved him. She had black hair with large hazel eyes that were similar to mine.

“Mi Vida, what a surprise,” Mother said softly. She wore a good mask, too; she knew Father’s rules.

“Yes. I wanted to ask you something, if I’m not intruding,” I stated. I wasn’t allowed to visit her too often as Father said it made me weak, and it was a waste of time.