Page 39 of King Alejandro

“His father probably took him,” I said coldly. He had a fucking son, yet he could harm other pups…

“But Daddy, he hurt him, too,” she whispered. The anguish in her eyes and the way she said ‘he hurt him too’...

What had that thing done to my daughter? And his own son? He was a fucking sick bastard who needed to be fucking castrated and fucking skinned alive, then doused in wolfsbane.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay,” I said quietly. Seeing the sadness in Kataleya’s eyes, I sighed. “When I find him, I’ll make sure the kid is okay. How old was he?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. He looked a little older than Dante,” she said sadly, resting her head on my shoulder. Who the fuck was this guy, and where did he come from?

The fight was over. We had two enemy wolves in our hold, and a few of my men had gone to see if they could find out where the rest had escaped to, but it seemed magic, or whatever you call the shit that Djinn could fucking do, was at work. They had simply vanished.

I turned my attention back to Kiara, wanting to go over to her but staying fucking patient as Raihana did what she needed to. When she finally sat back, the blood was slowing down, yet the cut remained.

“Sorry, Uncle, it’s the best I can do,” Raihana whispered, and I realised she was shaking.

“We’ll get her home. You fucking okay?” I asked.

She nodded as Rayhan came over to support his sister whilst I looked down at my mate.Fuck, Amore Mio… you should have waited outside of the territory for me…

I placed Kataleya down, lifting my mate into my arms before scooping Kataleya back up. Elijah was by my side, adjusting some basketball shorts as he looked at his daughter and granddaughter.

“Come on, Kataleya. I’ll carry you, okay?”

“Ok, Grandpapa,” she whispered, holding her arms out to him.

He smiled, taking her from me, and although I didn’t want to let her go, I knew she was safe with him. He kissed her forehead and cheek, giving her a small smile. Despite his gaze flickering to Kiara, he kept his emotions under control. I knew he wanted to ask about her, to know what happened, but even I fucking didn’t know, and I didn’t think stressing Kataleya out with all the fucking questions was going to be a wise move.

“I want squad seven and eleven of my pack to stay behind and scour this fucking area. See if there’s anything you can find here and put that fucking fire out. There might be some clues inside. As for the rest of the alphas who have helped, I’m grateful for it. Let’s move out.”

The rest obeyed my command. I looked down at the woman in my arms. Her heart was steady and I could tell she was simply asleep, but I couldn’t wait for her to be fully healed and back to her usual self.

The so-called fucking Crimson King clearly had issues with me, yet it felt like he was playing a game, one that he was drawing out purposely. I was not going to let him pull me into this fucking cat-and-mouse game of his. If he wanted to play a proper game, then it was high fucking time he learned how it felt to be the hunted.

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Alejandro

The sun was setting through the window, casting red and orange hues around the room. As much as I wanted to be by Kiara’s side, I was doing what I knew she’d want me to. Be there for our pups.

“How you feeling?” I asked, sitting down on the sofa in the living room next to Dante, who was leaning back against the cushions, clearly exhausted.

“I’m completely fine, Dad,” he replied, despite the red pulsing veins that covered his body.

“Yeah? Glad to hear you’re not a fucking wuss, but you know it’s okay to fucking say if shit hurts,” I remarked lightly, reaching over and ruffling his hair. He gave me a cocky smirk.

“Obviously, but I’m completely fine. I’m glad Kat’s back,” he added, frowning slightly as he looked at Skyla, who was setting up the dollhouse for when Kataleya returned from her bath.

Scarlett was showering her. We had been back for an hour or so. After the doctor had checked her over, taking note of her injuries, she had fallen asleep and had only woken up a short while ago. I still had to look at those reports, knowing they weren’t going to be easy to see. I knew I was delaying it, trying to build the courage I needed to face them.

Skyla had been on edge wanting to see her twin. From the moment we had entered, she had been beyond fucking ecstatic.

Currently, Elijah was there, as was their pup, Azura. Rayhan had taken Delsanra and headed home. I was fucking grateful for all his help. Everyone else had also returned home, apart from those working on finding thatfucker.

I knew Kiara had seen him, and Kat, but I was not going to question her, not when I knew that experience was fucking traumatic for her. Raihana did say she’d stop by if I needed her to so we could probe Kat’s mind, but I wasn’t sure yet. She had managed to heal the most severe of her injuries before leaving.

Guilt still fucking consumed me; I was the reason this shit happened. On top of that, Kiara had been the one to find her at the expense of her own safety. I fucking hated that I had failed my pups and Queen.

“So, Dad, we are getting pizza, right?” Azura’s voice broke me out of my thoughts, and I removed my hand that was resting on Dante’s head.