Page 98 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

"Care to share why you’re so goddess damn moody?"

"When is he ever not?" Elijah’s cocky reply came.

I cut the fucking call. How the fuck did they make a hot goddess like Kiara? Ok fuck, I know how they made her, and I did not want to think of that. I frowned. Where the fuck was my mind going? I blamed Kiara, the girl was messing with my fucking head.

"Give all those who know about her so far, a warning not to mention this to anyone. I don’t want this out. Send them to my office in an hour. I’d rather tell them in person." I said coldly. Callum nodded.

"I have already told them, but I will warn them again. I will pass on the message as well, Alpha." He said, before I left the room.

I wanted to find her, to see if she was ok. I hesitated… Actually, I had a good fucking excuse to see her. She fucking slapped me. Yeah, I’ll use that shit for this, but really? The fact she slapped me was still a lot to get my head around. No one has ever slapped me. The weirdest thing was it was over Carmen, a woman who had hurt her, yet she still healed her and stood up against me for her. This fuck was fucking irritating as hell, I didn’t get this shit.

I let her scent lead me until I found myself on the second floor. This was where the worst of the patients were kept. I frowned as I looked through the glass at my men. They were my men, who had fought and risked their own lives for the rest.

I wondered how they did it, knowing they had loved ones? Was it a strength or weakness to love at the same time their lives were constantly being put at risk? Something Darien said years ago returned to me.

‘I live every day as if it’s my damn last, love my mate and cherish my family each second of every day, and I’ll continue to do so until the day I die. So, when that time comes, I have no regrets.’

I didn’t get it at the time, but now… My eyes spotted Kiara in one of the rooms. I leaned against the wall, looking through the glass as Julio and Bryan hovered over her, in case the patient got out of hand. I smirked slightly when she waved them back, giving them that glare I was so used to seeing, before placing some herbal balm over the large gashes of my warrior. I saw the slight aura of her power and frowned.

She couldn't heal herself… Imagine if she were by my side... if I ever accidentally hurt her… There wouldn’t be any miraculous healing. I sighed deeply. Why was I even picturing her by my side? Jasmin was a strong woman, end of story. I didn’t need a woman to come into my personal space 24/7. If say Kiara and I happened, I wouldn’t want to leave her or do anything else day in and day out.

I stepped back, realising whether I liked it or not, I was falling for her deep... or I fucking already had… I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm my racing heart as I watched her through the glass.

I saw the glimmer of sadness in her eyes despite the smile on her lips as she subtly healed the warrior whilst she applied the bandages. She looked back at him before she disposed of the gloves she had worn and came towards the door. She stopped when she saw me, as the two men lowered their heads respectfully.

"Alpha." Julio said quietly.

"May I help you Alpha?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah, we need to talk." I said, frowning.

"About?" She asked, walking off.

I was the fucking King, not her. I narrowed my eyes and grabbed her wrist, turning and dragging her down the hall.

"Let go of me! Or do you want a repeat of earlier?" She hissed, trying to keep her voice down. I opened the small storeroom door and pushed her inside, before I stepped inside myself and closed it behind me. Switching the light on, it was fucking tight in here. The room barely had space for one person, let alone two.

I felt her heart race at the close proximity. She stepped back, leaving a small gap between us. Not that this tight place allowed much space.

"What do you want to talk about?" She said coldly, crossing her arms which only resulted in pushing up those lush breasts of hers.

"That slap." I said.

Her heart thudded and I smirked dangerously.

"What did you think? That you can slap a fucking king and get away with it?" I asked, enjoying this.

Yeah, maybe this was nowhere near comforting her the right way but I didn’t do shit like that, and this was actually quite fun…

"You were in the wrong." She stated, now glaring up at me with those tantalising eyes of hers.

"Oh yeah? Who the fuck do you think you are to fucking tell me if I'm right or wrong?! I wasn’t wrong. She disrespected you, by cheating, and that called for a fucking punishment." I growled.

"Why do you care?" She asked softly.

Our eyes met and I had no fucking answer…

"Like I said, I won’t tolerate anything out of line from warriors." I said coldly.

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