41. Clashing

ALEJANDRO

I had just got back from my little escapade. Sometimes I enjoyed dealing with things alone, and as I had predicted, rogues were gathering in clusters. The only problem was they didn't know who ‘The King' was, or they just couldn"t tell me. The moment they even tried to say something, they ended up dying.

I had my men follow some leads. I had left a few survivors, hoping for one of them to meet with someone or other. There were still no solid leads. I had just returned to my pack grounds when I heard the distant scream of pain.

Kiara.

My stomach twisted as panic filled me, another emotion that I never experienced. The need to go to her overtook me and I rushed ahead, worry and fear fuelling me.

"Did you hear that scream?" I heard one of the warriors on patrol say to her partner.

"I did, maybe someone training? Oh, Alpha-"

I didn't stop as I rushed past them in a blur, trying to sniff her out. What had happened to her? I tried to push aside the emotions that were eating me up inside. Whoever hurt her, I'll fucking tear them to shreds.

I growled lowly when I finally caught sight of her, her delicious scent of chocolate mixed with something I never wanted to smell on her, her blood.

I felt the burning fire of anger blaze within me, taking in her back that was slashed and how she was holding on to the wall in order to walk, her other hand holding her phone with the torch on.

"…" She seemed to have sensed me. I knew if anything it was my fucking anger that she could feel. I closed the gap between us in a flash, cupping her face.

"Kiara. Who the fuck did this to you?" I growled menacingly.

She froze, her heart hammering and I realised the last time she saw me was when we kissed…

"What happened, Kiara?" I repeated.

I needed to know, the desperation to destroy whoever did this to her was threatening to snap all my self-control. She looked as gorgeous as ever, but the clear pain on her face was driving me crazy. She looked up but she wasn't looking directly into my eyes.

I hated the fact that she was out here in the fucking dark when she couldn"t see. Where were her guards? Why the fuck was she out here alone? It was then that I caught another scent on her, a scent I recognised extremely well… My eyes flashed red and her gorgeous ones finally found mine.

"Nothing happened, I was sparring." She said. My eyes narrowed.

"Your entire back is slashed open. Care to explain what kind of sparring that is?" I growled dangerously. I hated being lied to.

"It was just sparring…" She muttered, pulled out of my hold. "Now get out of my way."

I grabbed her arm and spun her around, making her flinch from the tug at her wounds. I felt guilty, fuck - couldn't I even do anything carefully?

"Let go of me!" She growled, her eyes flashing.

"Don't fucking irritate me. We both know that I know exactly how to shut you the fuck up." I said dangerously. She tensed and I didn't miss the scorn on her face.

"That won"t work anymore." She said quietly.

I felt my stomach twist as if she had fucking punched me in the gut. I didn't miss how she stayed stiff in my arms rather than lean into me… It sure messed with me.

"Oh yeah, why not?" I asked coldly as I carried her back towards my mansion.

I wasn't going to bother with the front door. I had enough of getting confronted by fucking pups.

"You"re engaged. Unlike you, I"m not a whore." She said icily.

I smirked, I"m sure if I wanted… I could fuck with her head… But wasn't this what I wanted?

"One woman is never enough for me."

"I pity Jasmin." She replied carelessly.

I stayed silent when we reached the mansion and stopped at the bottom of my window, I jumped up onto the ledge outside my bedroom, making her gasp. Her nails were digging into my neck as I slid the window open, cradling her with ease in one arm. I felt the tingle from her touch rush through me at her contact with me.

If I hadn"t done this for years, I may have fucking fallen. I was tempted to give her a scare, just to have her cling to me for a little longer.

The moment we stepped inside, she jumped out of my arm as if I burned her. She stumbled as her feet hit the ground, leaning on her left ankle. She reached out to guide herself as she hobbled towards what she thought was my door. Poor girl... I smirked… Carry on that way and you're going to hit the fucking bed soon enough.

"Let me check your wounds." I said.

"No thanks." She replied bitterly.

"Then let me fucking rephrase that… Sit the fuck down and let me check or I'll force you." I growled.

She scoffed in contempt. "That's all you can do, right? Force people, threaten people, use people, cheat people. Should I go on Alpha or do you get the hint?"

I switched the light on and she stopped in her tracks, a foot away from my bed. Turning and glaring at me.

"Seems like you were heading in the wrong direction. Or was the bed your aim…?" I said mockingly.

She scowled at me, about to walk towards the door when I cut her off, appearing in front of her in a flash.

Her heart raced before she turned that venomous, rather sexy glare at me.

"Move." She said quietly and for a moment I saw the hurt in them.

Hurt that fucking clawed at my own chest.

"Just… let me check the wounds." I said quietly. "You're here under my watch…"

"Like you care. If I say no, will you let me go?" She asked.

Was she fucking questioning my fucking integrity? Obviously, I wasn't going to listen.

"What the fuck do you think?" I asked, trying not to let my gaze go below her lips.

"I want to believe that you are decent enough to let me leave." She said, trying to sidestep me.

I smirked mockingly.

"Then you"re in for a fucking disappointment." With those words, I spun her around, pushing her stomach down on the bed.

"What are you doing?!" She shouted, her heart thudding.

I placed my knee over her thighs, keeping her on the bed and bent down, letting my lips graze her ear. Satisfied when her breath hitched.

"As much as fucking you sounds tempting… I"m only going to check your wounds…" I whispered, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

I know I"m meant to fucking stay away from her… But she was hurt… I tore her shredded top off and looked at the deep wounds. My anger was only growing and the temptation to rip Carmen to pieces grew with it.

"I'm going to fucking kill her." I hissed. The urge to leave right now was pushing at me, but I also knew I couldn"t fucking leave Kiara like this.

"We sparred, leave it. It's between me and her. I can fight my own battles." She said quietly.

"This is my pack, if anyone dares-"

"You hurt me a lot more than she did, so just stop this!" She snapped, turning her head to look at me.

I swallowed, glaring down at her but said nothing.

She tensed as I brushed my finger along the wounds - three large claw marks, plus the mess that was made of the back of her neck…

I clenched my jaw, unable to think straight. I didn't care if they fucking sparred, this was not a normal match. She hurt her, so she'd be fucking punished for this. I will deal with Carmen, and I'll do it myself. I looked down at her wounds, running my hand down her waist absent-mindedly, not realising what I was doing until she spoke.

"Don't do that…" She warned quietly. I stopped, trying to fight the urge to kiss her shoulder.

Leaning down, I slowly ran my tongue over the first of her wounds. The saliva of an Alpha helped heal faster and this was probably the first time I was doing this. I wasn't sure if it was the same for a Lycan, but there was no fucking harm in trying.

The taste of her blood was something else, sweet and deeply rich. I resisted the urge to kiss her in the process, feeling her body tremble slightly under me. I was glad she couldn"t see me because this was fucking making me throb.

"You don't need to do that." She said curtly.

"What's wrong? Getting turned on?" I remarked tauntingly, now placing one hand on her head to keep her down as she struggled against me. I smirked as I smelt the very faint scent of her intoxicating arousal hit me. It seemed like she was fighting herself. Fucking stubborn wasn't she.

"Not at all." She hissed.

"Your body is saying something else." I murmured.

"It isn"t." She said coldly. "Go fuck your fiancé."

"Whether Jasmin and I get married or not, it doesn't mean I'll be tied to her. She knows that I can fuck who I want." I said icily.

"I"m not a homewrecker who would ever fuck a taken man." She said quietly, now forcing her head to turn and look at me, her eyes blazing a brilliant violet.

I didn't reply. What did I want anyway? To keep her in the shadows as my fucking mistress? She was worth way more than that. I was a fucking mess. She gave me a hateful glare.

Well, if she wanted to play fucking high and mighty, I'll show her how it was done.

I finished tracing her injuries with my tongue, wishing I could go fucking lower and taste something else too. I appreciated her ass for a second before I moved off of her completely.

She pulled away roughly and gave me a dirty look, her arms over her breasts holding the remnants of her top to her.

"Nothing I've not seen more." I said mockingly.

"From today on… Just don't show me your face. I don't need you to ruin my reputation." She said icily.

Seems like attraction changed to fucking hate quickly. Not that I should care, everyone hates me and I don't give a shit.

"Well, you have nothing to fucking worry about then, cause you don't really have anything I would want to come back for. I"m done with you anyway." I said harshly, smirking in victory at the way she froze at my words…

You wanna play. Then let's fucking play.