14. Her Anger

ALEJANDRO

My anger flared up and I grabbed her throat, not caring that my claws dug into her soft skin. I hate disrespect and I will not tolerate it from anyone. I warned her and if she thought I was playing, then she had a lot to learn. I slammed her to the ground, but at the last moment I found myself slowing down. I couldn't. I don't know why, but I couldn't fucking hurt her the way I wanted. I internally felt the crunch resonate through me as she met the ground.

She gasped; her hands were wrapped around my wrist tightly as the smell of blood filled the air. I saw the pain that flickered across her face but it did nothing to lessen the burning flame of anger in her eyes.

"It's all you're good at, right? Do it again if it makes you feel better, but I am not scared of you!" She hissed.

Her words sounded distant, as all I could focus on was the blood that surrounded the ground around her. Fuck! I shouldn't have done it. My heart was racing in a way it hadn't since the day I had awoken to find I had killed my mother. To find out I was a fucking monster.

I was one. This was fucking proof of that. I let go of her and moved back. I had hurt her, for what? For being one of the rare people to actually stand up to me? To treat me like a normal being? She got to her feet, her eyes filled with a burning rage and I knew it wasn't because of the fact I had just smashed her skull into the fucking ground.

Where my claws had dug into her, red gashes were left behind. One thing was clear, if her father saw that I wasn't going to hear the fucking end of it... He was one of those I wouldn't mind killing off… But then again, he was useful. Not that I'd admit that.

"I don't know why people think you're some kind of king. All I know is you're a petty tattle tailing asshole!" She spat resentfully.

I could see those stunning eyes blaze with anger and for once in my fucking life, I didn't want that.

"I am a king, whether you like it or not. It fucking doesn't change anything."

Yeah, even if I didn't want to piss her off, my mouth had other plans. I crossed my arms as she walked up to me. She had an aura around her. It was faint, but it was there. Not an Alpha aura… it was subtle, something different… What was it?

She suddenly shoved me hard. I frowned, not even budging an inch.

"Get the fuck out of our pack. You're not welcome here." She hissed. Her eyes were now a dazzling purple.

"Too bad, that's not your choice."

"Don't make me do something that you will regret."

"Like what? Go cry to your daddy? Go ahead, because I sure won't mind ripping his head off."

Her canines were out now and I could see she was fighting herself. Well, since I had pissed her off... Why not carry on? Right?

"Touch my dad and you will wish you were never born." She hissed. I smirked coldly.

"I already wish that." I said dangerously.

She frowned. Her anger suddenly seemed to vanish, replaced by a look of confusion and then something else. She stepped back, looking away. I frowned. That wasn't what I was expecting.

"You know when I was younger, I heard a story about the Lycan king who never found his mate. Who lived alone to rule the werewolf race until his last breath… A story that came into existence once you took your throne - About the mating ceremonies you hosted in hopes to find your queen-"

"That is not true. I only hosted them because the council thinks it's a fucking good idea." I said dangerously.

She was fucking confusing me with her mood that changed like the British fucking weather.

"Whatever the reason… In my head, I always wished the king found his princess. That he would get his happily ever after with one who teaches him how to love. I even wrote a story once where you lived happily with her. I think I was right. All you need is someone to see that you're not a monster. I'm going to hope that beyond that fa?ade of yours, there's something inside you that at least cares " She said quietly.

I looked at her coldly. I hated how she was prying into my fucking life and mind.

"There's no such fucking thing as happily ever after. You're more stupid than you fucking look. I don't need your fucking kindness or pity." I said.

My aura was rolling off me in waves and she wasn't even budging. Why the fuck was she defying me?

"Then I guess I'll just kill you with kindness." She whispered. Her soft voice tempting me.

Her lips slightly parted, looked rather appealing, and I stepped closer glaring down at her. She glared back until she seemed to realise how close we were standing.

"Stay out of my way, little one. You don't know what you're messing with." I said, leaning closer until my nose was just an inch away from hers.

I resisted a smirk. Well, no matter how rudely she behaved towards me, it was clear I still had a fucking effect on her and I didn't mean fear. Her heartbeat had quickened and I saw her glance at my lips. It seemed like her fuck partner didn't cut it. Maybe a real man was what she needed to satiate that fucking heat she had running through her. The smell of hazelnut chocolate swarmed my senses and I was tempted to bury my nose in her neck. Even the blood didn't lessen the way she smelt.

"I'm not little and you're the one who's messing with me. Back out of my life and I'll back out of yours." She said quietly.

"Or what?" I taunted.

Her eyes flashed purple again but before she could even speak, I sensed another scent approaching and knew instantly who it was. I stepped back smoothly, crossing my arms. She glared at me.

"Or I'll make sure you get your head out of your ass-"

"Kiara!"

I smirked as her face drained of colour, she turned to look at none other than her father. His eyes were a dark blue but he was not looking at me.

Now this was fun. Did daddy's little girl just land in hot water? I saw him look at the blood on the ground and then at the blood that still stained her head. His anger grew and was rolling off him in waves but it was now mixed with worry.

"Dad, calm down."

She glanced at me and I knew she realised I had sensed him approaching. Her eyes flashed for a second before she stepped in front of her dad, between me and him.

"I triggered him off, dad." She said.

Smart girl. I wouldn't mind an excuse to vent all my anger out, and I had to admit that he was probably the strongest opponent I was going to find, but I was still stronger.

"Stay away from him." Elijah said coldly to her. His hand was tenderly feeling the back of her head, his anger calming when he realised it wasn't as bad as it looked. Nevertheless, the rage was still there.

"I'm fine, dad." She urged, but the man wasn't going to listen.

He looked at me with anger and rage growing in his eyes.

"If it weren't for what you have done in the past, I'd fucking tear you apart or die trying." He snapped, now moving his daughter behind his back.

"I wouldn't mind killing you." I remarked.

"Dad, leave it, please." She urged.

So, she was worried for her dad. Funny.

"Kiara, I'm not finished with you but for now, you're grounded." He said icily. I smirked. Told you she was a little princess.

"Dad! I'm 18, you can't ground me!"

"Watch me." He growled.

His Alpha aura rolled off him and I frowned when she flinched. How the fuck was it that mine didn't work on her… "Go home."

I saw her struggle before she turned and stormed off, unable to disobey him. He turned to me, his eyes still dark cobalt.

"Touch my daughter one more fucking time and I swear I'll kill you."

"As I said, I wouldn't mind killing you." I said arrogantly. He gave me a cold smirk.

"Don't underestimate a father's wrath."

"I'm shivering in fear." I mocked before pushing past him roughly.

A sudden thought had entered my head and I felt uneasy. That wasn't possible, was it? No, I had to be wrong. Definitely fucking wrong. That would be like the worst fucking scenario ever. It wasn't a possibility, and if it were… Fuck it. It definitely couldn't be. I was not going to think like that. Not now. Not fucking ever.