Page 65 of King Alejandro

“Yeah, guess you’re fucking right. The only problem is a hundred of these don’t fucking help,” I sighed, taking a gulp as he opened another can for himself.

“Yeah, true.”

We fell silent again, just sitting there in silence, drinking the beer. The smell of fresh earth and grass mixed with the cool breeze was refreshing. The promise of approaching rain clung in the air. I tossed my cigarette stub onto the ground and took another one out.

“Want one?” I asked, holding out the packet.

“Why the fuck not?” He shrugged, taking one and placing it between his lips. I smirked. That was a fucking first. I took the lighter out, lighting it for him before lighting a second for myself.

“I’m guessing Scarlett would fucking blow if she knew I got you hooked.”

“I won’t get hooked. Besides, she won’t know unless you fucking snitch,” he remarked, taking a drag on his cigarette.

“Is she with the girls again?”

“Yeah, and Clara is currently with Dante. I’ll be going back, though,” he remarked.

“I appreciate you two being here and shit, but with Liam working overtime, you would need to go back.” I blew out the smoke, slowly staring out at the swaying short grass.

“We’ll go back when we need to. Right now, they have it covered, but if what you’re saying about Kiara is true… I don’t want to leave yet,” he replied quietly.

I didn’t reply.

Kiara… fuck, I really hoped she was going to be okay…

We sat there silently, going through three cans of beer each, making small jokes, or in my case, annoyingthe fuck out of him, but when the first drops of rain began to fall, we decided to head inside.

Sometimes you just needed that moment to sit back with someone who got you.

The following day, I tried not to think about what she had said about Azura. It was maybe just a fucking one-off, and she was going to be completely fucking fine. Elijah said he’d let Scarlett know to keep an eye on her whilst the both of us were out.

The day fucking flew by. Research after research got us fucking nowhere. It was late afternoon, and I really fucking hoped Kenneth, the fucker, had some answers in two days’ time – because I had fucking nothing.

“Alpha, High Witch Janaina is on the phone,” Drake, my other Delta, held the phone out to me. Was it weird that I just realised that both my Deltas names and my Betas started with a fucking D? Maybe that’s why they were all dickheads at times. “Alpha?” He snapped my attention out of my thoughts, and I gave him a scathing glare, taking the offered phone from him.

“Yeah?”

“Hello to you, King Alejandro.”

“We can skip pleasantries.” This woman was fucking antagonising.

“Well, I have checked on our side. There is nothing that we have discovered that linked Endora to the Fuego de Ceniza pack, so you can rest assured that it isn’t something she has done. It may be something from the Rossi side, perhaps from your father’s past.”

I frowned. So for once, that bitch Endora was not fucking behind this. Then again, I couldn’t fucking rule her out entirely. She had fucking messed up shit for us more than once.

“How fucking sure can you be?”

“Very sure. I would not have called you if I wasn’t. However, if anything happened after she was mated to your father, then I cannot speak for her. I am speaking of what she did before she found him. We looked into her parents’ pack and everything else, but there was nothing. Whatever this alpha wants, it’s not because of Endora, I can assure you of that.” Her voice was firm and cold, like always.

“Fine. Thanks for looking into it. If you do find anything else, let me know.”

“I will. We will continue to look into any way to locate the Djinn, but currently, I don’t think we will find a solution. It will be extremely difficult, and I fear that it is something you will have to figure out yourself.”

“Yeah. I fucking guess so.” I hung up, rubbing my jaw as I frowned. The silence in my room was fucking loud.

My current plan of action was to find the pup and see if the fucker came for him. In that time, question the kid and grill him for any fucking information possible, then find the one behind it, his father, and somehow get everything fucking undone. A sudden thought occurred to me; I looked down at the phone and rang Janaina back.

“Hello.”