Page 95 of King Alejandro

“Call my parents. I want to talk to them,” I whispered. I couldn’t remember anyone but my family…

He took the phone from my hand, his hand brushing mine, and a surge of sparks rippled up my. I jerked away. Our eyes met but he didn’t say anything, and instead dialled a number. If he really wasn’t a kidnapper or something, Dad or Mom would pick up the call.

“Hello?” My heart leapt when I heard Dad’s voice, and I jumped from the bed, snatching the phone from his hand.

“Dad!”

“Kia, are you alright?” He sounded sleepy. I guess it was still quite early.

“Dad, please come get me,” I whispered, my heart thundering as I felt the god’s energy fill the room.

“Kia, what happened?” Dad sounded concerned and fully alert.

“I don’t remember what I’m doing here… do you know where I am?” I asked him.

Silence.

“Fuck… Kia, it’s alright. Alejandro won’t hurt you. You had an injury and you hurt your head. I’ll be there in an hour’s time, okay? Just relax.”

“But, Dad, I don’t know him,” I whispered, knowing he could hear me.

“He’s your mate, and I assure you he cares for you. Just hold on for me, I’m coming.”

My mate? Why was Dad saying the same thing? Was it really the truth? Nothing made sense.

“Okay... please come soon.”

“I will, don’t worry, princess… can you pass the phone to Alejandro?”

Alejandro… The god, or should I call him Alejandro, was watching me, his face cold and unreadable as I slowly held the phone out.He’s my mate...

“I’ll be there soon. We’ll figure this out…” I heard Dad say.

Alejandro didn’t reply before hanging up. He tossed the phone onto the bed as he advanced towards me. I moved away, making him stop, his eyes blazing red with anger.

“You’re mine. I’ll fucking tear this world apart until I find the one responsible for fucking with your mind and make sure this shit is fixed,” his cold, threatening voice promised. He reached out for me, and I flinched, making him pause.

He clenched his jaw before looking away. I couldn’t remember him, but I could tell beyond that calm, cold exterior there was a man who was in pain and raging with immeasurable anger…

Not Letting Her Go

Alejandro

Crushing, agonising pain. That was how it fucking felt. I hated to admit it, but I felt like I couldn’t breathe. She was my fucking world, but she had forgotten me. Deep down, I had hoped she wouldn’t forget me, but she had. Fuck, she had.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see the way she was hugging herself, her eyes watching me warily. Had she forgotten my touch? Nine years… nine years of being together and she had forgotten it all.

The anger and hatred I felt for this so-called fucking Crimson King and his Djinn was growing. I was ready to pay the price to kill them both as long as it didn’t affect my queen. She stood by the window, her heart racing, my shirt draping off her shoulder. Amore Mio…

Focus, Alejandro.

I was trying, fucking trying to keep myself in control but the urge to go on a fucking rampage was growing.

“You’re bleeding,” she said softly making me snap out of my thoughts. I looked down realising blood was spilling onto the floor where I had dug my claws into my palms.

“It’ll heal,” I replied, my voice sounding cold but seeing her flinch hurt fucking more. I had a feeling she had forgotten her abilities, too…

“Is this your pack?” She asked looking out of the window.