King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

Chapter 41

41 My Actions

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“Do it.” Dante repeated. “What are you waiting for? Kill me. That’s why you are here, aren’t you? I even left the window open for you.” He wasn’t afraid or even alarmed, he was simply watching me calculatingly. How did he know that? “You knew I was going to come?” I asked sharply.

How? “This isn’t what I saw though…” He murmured, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. He closed his eyes and I frowned. Wasn’t he going to shout for help? “Kill me and get it over with. My parents are out as it is. Now is your best chance.” He added arrogantly.

My anger flared through me as he turned onto his side, his back to me. I raised the piece of glass, but once again the image of the Chica’s face filled my mind. If I kill him… she’ll… Her tear-filled eyes flashed in my head, and I stared at the glass

What the Queen Luna and the Lycan King themselves said… the fact that they didn’t need to keep me here in their home. They didn’t need to treat me nicely, but they did. If the Lycan wanted he could have beaten me as padre beat the Chica.

I looked at the prince, no… the boy before me. I then looked at my right arm, staring at the place where my hand should have been.

This wasn’t love, this extreme punishment was wrong… I watched how they treated their children here. How the Lycan treated his Queen… The Lycan… Maybe he was telling the truth… Perhaps he didn’t know what the debt was, or why padre was angry. Even I didn’t know the reason. Padre just wanted revenge… Maybe padre was wrong. “I’m getting bored, are you going to kill me or not?” The annoying boy said, sitting up.

The veins on his body looked painful and his skin looked pale despite how confident and defiant his eyes were.

I felt a surge of hatred for him. He and the Chica, they had a life of luxury. He would grow up and become the Alpha he was born to be… and me…

I stared at my b****y hand that still clutched the shard of glass and then at my other arm.

I would be useless…

“By now you should know your father is responsible for causing you pain. No one but him.” The boy on the bed stated.

“Aren’t you scared that I could kill you. You are currently very weak.”

He smirked.

“I won’t die. You made that clear the moment you hesitated… Why did you hesitate?” He watched me curiously.

He knew I was going to come here. What powers did he hold? There was something about the boy on the bed. His aura in itself was immense, like an Alpha’s… but how was it possible he hadn’t even shifted.

“You seem to be all-knowing.” I retorted coldly.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Not all-knowing…” He looked out of the open balcony, staring at the sky. “Was it because of Kataleya?”

I frowned.

“No!”

Ild

How dare he think I hesitated over a girl. I felt my irritation growing, feeling embarrassed.

“I hear you lost your hand for giving her food.”

“What are you, my interrogator?” I glared at him. “I thought we are having a conversation, future Alpha to future Alpha.” He remarked, leaning back against his cushions and crossing his arms. I didn’t understand him… I didn’t understand his calmness or his words. Why was he so calm?

“Alpha. I’m not worthy of being Alpha anymore.” I spat, holding up my right arm.

He smirked.

“You’re right, but it’s not your missing hand that is at fault, it’s your attitude. You better fix how you think and become a better person, or I will never allow it to happen.”

“Allow what?”

“Fate.” He muttered, closing his eyes. “Now go, I’m tired, thanks to your dad.” 11 “What do you mean, fate?” Why wasn’t he answering me properly? He opened his eyes, and for a moment it felt like I was looking at someone who was a lot older than me.

“The future isn’t set in stone… tonight you shifted it…”

This boy was annoying, but his words remained in my head.

Become better, the future isn’t set in stone… For some reason, I felt like I had a sliver of hope… I turned away, ready to leave the room when he called me.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“What?” I glared at him.

“When she came home, she was worried about you. She kept that ripped piece of fabric by her side and begged everyone to find and protect you from your father. Don’t be so mean to her.” I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. What a silly Chica. That is so awkward! What would

everyone be thinking!

“I don’t want to talk to her.” I scoffed. “She needs to stay away from me.”

He simply chuckled, much to my annoyance. I stormed to the door when he turned sharply.

“Where are you going?” “Yes you are right, it’s clear you are not all-knowing.” I replied mockingly and left the room, slamming the door behind me.

I wanted to see what they would do to me. In a flash, there were two guards before me. “The boy’s escaped!” One of them shouted, and just like that the Lycan’s nephew, Rayhan came out of his room, his eyes flashing green. One glance at the b****y glass in my hand and he rushed into the room behind me.

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One of the guards, disarmed me in a flash, pinning me to the wall. “What did you do!” He growled as the other one followed Rayhan into the prince’s room. “What’s going on?” The Lycan’s cold voice came, and I turned to see him and the Queen Luna coming up the stairs. My heart began racing no matter how calm I tried to act.

Now we’ll see what they do. Their true colours.

His eyes flashed when he saw the glass in my hand, and was that fear in his eyes? The Queen Luna paled as she hurried past us to check up on their precious son. “Dante are you ok?” The queen whispered, worry clear in her voice. “Yes, perfectly fine. May I sleep now?” His haughty reply came. I

frowned as the king muttered something in relief from the doorway. “You’ve done it kid.” The guard muttered, his face pale. “Scared you didn’t do your job properly?” I scoffed fearlessly.

What’s the most they will do? Hurt me? I don’t care, padre had done much worse. I was used to it.

“Watch it.” He growled. “Go question him. I’m tired, I want to rest.” “You really are a little prince.” The queen’s relieved voice came.

The Lycan king now stepped in front of me, his face was unreadable, his eyes sharp as he stared at my b****y hand. “How the f**k did you get in there?” I raised an eyebrow. “I’ve done far more complicated things with broken bones. What is one balcony away?” I replied rudely.

Go on, show me your true colours…

The queen and Rayhan stepped out of the room and shut the door behind them.

“Let’s take this somewhere else.” The Queen suggested softly. “I’ll head back.” Rayhan replied with a nod before casting me a final glance and returning to his room. To my surprise, the Queen put her hand on my shoulder, and I felt the pain in my hand vanishing. I pulled away from her confused.

Why heal me?

“How about we go downstairs to the kitchen.” She said, motioning the guards away. The king smirked slightly. “Still the queen you were born to be.” He remarked as he led the way down the stairs. Five minutes had passed, and the Queen Luna had put a glass of milk and some warm chocolate cake with ice cream in front of me as I sat there on the bar stool.

How strange. I tried to kill her son and she was giving me a treat? I wanted to think it was poisoned, but I knew her enough to know it wasn’t. She was a strange one.

“Where’s mine?” The king asked.

“You had ice cream already…”

“Well since I can’t have my favourite dessert, I need to settle for what I can get and I still crave for more dessert.” He replied, his cold eyes fixed on her.

She smiled and turning away, began to fix him a plate. I didn’t touch mine, staying silent. What was going on?

“What were you trying to achieve?” He asked me suddenly. “Padre wanted him, so I wanted to kill him, for padre.” I replied monotonously. Even to me, my reason sounded empty. Why did I want to do it for padre? The queen turned, her eyes full of sadness and worry. Yes, now you know that I’m not someone you should be worrying or caring about. “But you didn’t do it.” She said softly, coming over and placing the second plate in front of the king who was leaning against the worktop.

He ran his hand through her hair, before picking up his spoon. “Eat.” He commanded, his powerful aura rolled off him and I was forced to pick up my spoon.

I don’t like being told what to do.

“I might have done it. I had every intention to do it, so will you kill me now?” I asked eating some of the cake.

It was really tasty…

“Why would we kill you?” The Queen Luna asked.

She was very beautiful. Her large eyes seemed to contain so many emotions. No wonder the Lycan said she had helped him see the light. If madre had treated padre like this… or more like if padre let madre be by his side, would he have been different? I pushed the thoughts away

angrily

“For trying to kill your son?” I raised my eyebrow as if this was obvious.

“That was a s**t move, kid.” The Lycan added. “So, kill me.”

“You didn’t kill him, you yourself hesitated. You did the right thing, and I’m proud of you.” The Queen Luna smiled. “Why did you want to hurt him?”

“To do something for padre… because…”

“Because he doesn’t f*****g need you anymore?” The king’s cold voice came. I looked up at him, trying to hide the pain inside of me.

It hurt.

I clenched my jaw and nodded, trying to act like I didn’t care. You’re the one who doesn’t need that f*****g b*****d. Listen to me kid, when I find him I am going to rip him to f*****g shreds. He’s f*****g abused you all your d**n life and you think this s**t is, ok? It f*****g aint-” “Alejandro…” The queen placed her hand on his shoulder.

I felt the anger, the sadness, and the pain in my chest.

It was true, padre wasn’t fair… it wasn’t fair at all. He growled, slamming his fist on the table and denting the worktop, making me look up into his glowing red eyes.

“Listen to me pup, you don’t need to go back there. When I find him, I will be f*****g ripping his throat out, but it’s up to you if you want to return to your pack or not.

He wasn’t lying… he was going to kill padre… or padre would kill him… one or the other had to die… because it was clear neither would stop until the other was dead. But which one’s death would ultimately be better?

Padre who always seemed to hurt people? Or the Lycan who padre said was a monster. Why did padre seem like the monster now? Was I being blinded or was I seeing things properly now? “I will be going back, if you let me, even if padre is killed, the pack needs me.”

Did they need me? I was useless.

I stared at my stump, feeling bitter. “Then, I think it’s high f*****g time we find his a*s.” The king replied coldly. I know where padre may be… but should I tell them?

I looked up, catching the queen’s concern as she watched me. A small smile crossed her face, and for a moment she reminded me of the Chica.

At that moment, I made my decision. I think it was time I told them, so I could get away from her and this family. I didn’t like how they made me feel…

“I know a few names of locations where padre has houses in the United Kingdom.” I stated, placing my spoon down. “But in return for the information, I want something.” 3

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