21. Consuming My Mind

ALEJANDRO

I left the office trying to control my emotions. Every time I saw that fucker"s face, I wanted to fucking tear him to pieces. She didn't come home the other night and I knew exactly where she had been. I smelled him on her the following day, even if it had been very faint. Nothing much went past my nose.

Which was one of the fucking reasons I'm so pissed that I can't find a clue to track the Wendigos. It was like there was no scent, no clue. I had a feeling witches were working from the shadows too but I could think of no fucking reason for them to be... What was the goal?

I headed down to the cells. We had managed to capture a rogue and I was going to get some answers. For the last two days, Elijah had taken the reigns but got nothing out of him.

I now stepped into the room as the two guards shut the door behind me. The silver bars wouldn't be able to contain me but for werewolves, it was fucking torture to touch or to be cut with. I looked at the wolf who was bound by chains. The room smelt of sweat and stale blood, laced with wolfsbane. Hmm, seems like Elijah knew a thing or two about torture from the state of the rogue before me.

I grabbed him by his hair and dragged his head back. Looking into his gaunt face, it was clear he didn't eat enough.

"I don't have fucking time. So, let's get to it." I said dangerously. My eyes glowed red as I looked into his. "Who sent you?" The command in my voice was strong and I saw fear in his eyes as he became compelled to tell me. I was the King of all wolves, rogues included, and all had the urge to obey me.

"I-I ca-can't say.." He stuttered, I saw his internal struggle. "W-we came as-"

He was fighting himself.

"Answer me." I growled, smashing his head into the ground before I dragged him back up once again, blood dripping from his fresh wounds. "I won't keep repeating myself. I will kill you."

"W-we need mates!"

"Lies. Fucker." I grabbed his arm, twisting it back until I heard the sickening crunch. He grunted in pain and I held his hand back, not letting it reposition to heal.

"Let's try again." I said dangerously. I felt the anger growing within me and the need to tear him to shreds consumed me. My anger from earlier was simmering already and this was just sprinkling oil on a fire that was already lit. "Who sent you?"

He struggled, pain and anguish on his face. How was he struggling and refusing me?

"The- The King." He said.

His eyes widened and his iris's dulled, choking suddenly. I moved back just as white froth came out of his throat. He coughed and choked, writhing in pain until he suddenly stilled. I heard his heart stop beating and I turned away.

The King. Who the fuck was The King?

Another question, but no fucking answers…

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Night had fallen and I was at a fucking party held by the dickhead in my honour. The lights dazzled brightly, illuminating the area. One of the wolves was playing DJ and there was plenty of food being served too.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time, many casting nervous or scared glances at me. Like always, no one would approach me. The fear they felt when they saw me or felt my presence was enough to make them stay away but I was used to it. Being alone for most of my life worked out. I saw my men mixing with the pack, laughing and talking.

Well, maybe I should find a she-wolf for some fun… At least they were ready to spread their legs. I was getting fucking angry with all the questions that had no answers... and Kiara.

Even her name seemed to linger on my fucking lips. I watched her now, dressed in a short fitted blue dress with silver chain straps. Her breasts were temptingly on show and the back of the dress was pretty low, showing off her smooth skin. Her tiny waist and ample ass drew my attention, I would be fucking lying if I said I didn't want to go over and fuck her right there. Her hair was curled with a dusting of glitter sprinkled in it, a reminder that she was just eighteen… Her midget of a friend stood by her side in a matching dress of dark purple. The fuck were these girls? Plain childish.

Liam and that fucker Dickman or whatever the hell his name was, were next to them, cheering over something. I didn't miss the way Damon's eyes lingered on her. I buried the thought away, trying to remain calm.

I turned my attention to the older she-wolves. There were a few single ones and I could see the looks they gave me. Each of them wouldn't mind spending the night with me if I fucking wanted.

I spotted a certain brunette, her hair similar to Kiara's. It was shorter but it was an ok match… I let my eyes trail over her. Nothing compared to Kiara, but she'd do…

As if sensing me watching her, she turned. Her light blue eyes opened wide as she blushed. I took a gulp of my alcohol, my eyes not leaving hers. Putting down the empty glass I walked off into the trees, I knew she'd follow. We walked in silence until we were a good way away and I stopped.

"Alpha." Her voice came. It was soft, nothing like Kiara's husky one that I found kinda hot.

All this Kiara, Kiara, in my head was irritating me too. Fucking hell, was I going to compare everything to her?

I turned, not speaking as I walked over to her. Her heart was beating and I could already smell her arousal.

"Seems like you"re already turned on." I said huskily.

Pushing her up against the tree I pulled her dress up, running my fingers between her legs as I kissed her roughly. I needed some sort of release for all the pent up anger I was feeling. She moaned, closing her eyes as she worked on unzipping my pants, pulling my dick out as she kissed me back. I stepped back and turned her around, pressing her up against the tree. I tapped her ass, rubbing myself against her before I tore her thong off roughly and entered her. She moaned loudly and I fucked her hard and fast, not bothered about how loud she was or who heard.

It wasn't long until I found my release, knowing she had orgasmed at least three times. I moved back and she turned, her legs trembling as she dropped to her knees, wrapping her hands around my dick and took my tip in her mouth. I raised my eyebrow. Seems like someone wasn't fucking done…

Another 20 minutes later, I returned to the party. The woman was definitely not going to get back here. I felt a bit better after releasing my pent-up anger but it wasn't enough. I found my eyes on Kiara once again. She was now gorging on doughnuts. She sure ate a lot…

"Oh wait, I can fit a whole doughnut in my mouth." She said, picking up a large one.

"I"m sure I can too." The tiny brat replied.

They both took a fresh doughnut and I found myself watching Kiara. I hadn"t told Elijah about my assumptions about her powers, it was the only reason I agreed to let her come to my pack. If the attacks changed direction, it meant there was something special about her. Aside from being a fucking temptation.

I watched as she shoved the entire doughnut into her mouth. Well, that's good to know… A dirty thought flitted through my mind and I smirked. The brat seemed to be struggling a little but both managed, Kiara motioned something at her brother, pointing at her mouth.

"She said you need to swallow it too." Liam chuckled, drinking his wine.

"Remind you of Rayhan and Raihana?" Scarlett said, now propping herself up on the stool next to me. Breaking my attention.

No fucking way. Kiara was nothing like them. I decided not to answer.

"I just want to say thanks for all the input around here. Although you have to admit, we did a good enough job."

I glanced at her, remembering the first time I saw her. I had sensed her ability but I had felt a strange interest towards her - and it was not fucking attraction. I won't deny it, she was sexy, but it had been something different. I hadn"t been able to explain it and now I don't know… I didn't feel it, but that interest in Kiara was strong. The assumption I had that day came back to me and I quickly pushed it away.

"Good security or not. They managed to get in." I replied, frowning. "I've spent years, fucking years and no answers."

"I'm sure you'll get them." She said confidently. I glanced at her, she was one of the rare ones who had never been scared of me.

I heard a low, possessive growl and Elijah walked over, pulling Scarlett into his arms. The dickhead was fucking blind if he thought I"m into Scarlett. Although she was only three years older than me, it was his daughter who had caught my attention. One he was sending right into my pack. I smirked as he kissed her, glaring at me.

"Keep her, not my fucking type." I said, glancing out at the crowd again.

"We need to talk." He said curtly.

"Just stay calm." Scarlett said, kissing his lips sensually before Elijah motioned for me to follow.

I hated people. I preferred being alone…

Neither of us spoke. Even when the lights of the party faded away and the music grew fainter, he kept going. Until even I couldn"t hear the party anymore.

"Any reason you've come so fucking far out?" I said, lighting a cigarette.

"I wanted to speak to you alone." He said curtly.

"Fucking speak." I said.

"You hurt Kiara in anger the other day, and now I"m entrusting you to take care of her."

"Your fucking choice." I said, our eyes stared the other down.

"A choice for a reason, you wouldn't have agreed if you didn't think the same thing." He said coldly.

Oh? Did the fucker know something?

"Do share." I said mockingly, blowing out smoke slowly.

"Kiara has always been the centre of several attacks. Back from when she was two and the rogue attack happened. I never told anyone this, not even Scarlett... but the rogue wasn't trying to kill her."