Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 11

Hycinth

The feeling of being in his arms overwhelmed me, shocked my senses, rattled my brain and made a funny flicker of excitement run up and down my spine, right into my core.

I hated it. I hated what he did to me, what the bond did to me. Because I hated him.

And the feeling of his obvious desire, stiff and hard and shockingly bigger than I wanted to consider, pressing against my belly, was enough to make my Wolf wantonly m**n. Her thoughts were clear. Want him. Want our mate. She was ready to go belly up or a*s-up or whatever position he might want us in. All of them were good to her.

She’d been slowly dying, suffocating, without the love and family of a pack. She needed no coaxing. She was happy to let him lead. She flourished and came alive under his dominance.

I, on the other hand, hated him.

I tried to remind her that it was his fault we had no family and pack. He’d destroyed our mother and father…with his bare hands. And he’d demolished everything else until there was nothing left to call a pack.

But she wasn’t listening. The call of the bond was too strong.

It didn’t matter because I was in control. And there would be no molding us into whatever position he liked best, no matter how much she wanted it.

Leander gazed down at me, his violet eyes pooling with cerulean, deep, dark. They drew me in, seductive and intense. I quickly realized I could get lost in his eyes. I could so easily lose myself forever in the heat of his stare and be happy about it for the rest of my days.

I shook my head, chasing away the cruel illusion the bond created. It was only a dream of blissful contentment. It wasn’t real. It never could be, not with him.

Still, being in his arms was breaking me. My breaths came shallow and low. He whispered softly, soothingly, “Shh, little mouse…no need to fight or run. Let’s start again. Can we do that?”

My mouth fell open in shock, not expecting gentleness. I knew how to deal with him when he was an a*s. It was much more difficult when he presented the illusion he cared. But I didn’t buy it. Not for one minute. However, he seemed open to renegotiating our terms for me to see Luca. I would take it.

I nodded without speaking.

His thumb brushed smoothly along the crest of my cheek. “Good girl. Will you sit down so we can talk?”

Another silent nod from me.

He carefully let go and stepped away. I slid down into the nearest leather office chair.

From my peripheral vision, I noticed that a*****e, Dagger, step closer and then slide behind me where I couldn’t see him anymore. Instantly, my hackles raised. I clenched the sides of the chair, knuckles turning white with exertion. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to sit without knowing where he was and protecting myself from him. I turned my head to glare and flashed my canines in warning.

His mouth curled into a toothy smile of his own, canines on display, eyes flashing wicked intent. He was biding his time.

Fear pushed through me, remembering his violating touch. My breathing picked up.

He knew he made me uncomfortable. He liked it. His grin grew wider. I shifted toward the edge of the seat, hands still gripping the arms of the chair, ready to propel myself out of it. My eyes searched for the exits. Which one was closest?

“Clear the room!” Leander’s abrupt voice growled.

My attention snapped back to him, to replace him angrily staring at the group of wolves behind me, including Dagger.

“Everybody out!” Leander repeated. “Except for Ever and Cyril.”

Cyril?!

Oh shit, the older man was Alpha Cyril!

Of course, Leander had said two Alphas. He’d meant his father. Alpha Cyril was legendary. Or maybe notorious was a better word. He and my father battled for many years.

“Are you sure about that?” Dagger’s questioned.

Leander’s expression darkened. It was crystal clear he didn’t appreciate his orders being questioned. He gave no response except a low, menacing growl that caused goosebumps to flare on my arms.

Without another word, every Wolf but three exited the room. I breathed a slight sigh of relief and slid further back into the chair. I would listen to what the Alpha had to say. It was necessary information. Any extra detail might help me replace a way to escape. But his first question thoroughly stumped me.

“Why did you run three years ago?”

I sat in confused silence, not sure if I’d heard him correctly. Or maybe, I’d had a momentary lapse of attention and missed something vital that would make sense of his words.

He just returned to his position, standing in front of his desk and casually leaned against it, patiently waiting for my reply.

Okay, so I didn’t miss something. He was serious.

It was a succinct question, so I gave him the short answer, “Because it was you I was running from.”

His lips thinned. “And you never considered replaceing out more about who the Moon destined you to be with? You never once considered the possibility?”

“No,” I replied flatly.

He nodded his head as though he understood, but his frown became more pronounced, set deeper into the edges of his flawless jaw. He changed the subject. “What have you been doing during the last three years?”

“What is this? A job interview?” I snapped.

His lips twitched, some of the humor returning to his molten eyes. “You could say that.”

I didn’t appreciate his cryptic reply. “You found me, so obviously you already know the answer. How did you replace me, by the way?”

His lips curled up, satisfaction, back on his face. He walked around his desk and opened the top drawer. When he pulled out a small leather bound book, I inhaled sharply -it was my diary! My journal where I wrote all of my nonsense, little girl thoughts and where I drew picture after picture, all things I found beautiful. He must have salvaged it from the fire.

He held it up in his big paw. My stomach twisted. It was such an intimate insight into my very being. I felt violated by the intrusion -that he would dare rest his eyes on something so personal.