Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

3• A Chase
ALEJANDRO

The smell of sex and sweat hung in the air, the sound of skin against skin and moans from the two
women who lay on the bed filled the room. They kissed each other as I fucked one of them. I didn’t
really feel anything, even as my release rushed through me. I simply pulled out and got off the
bed, taking a drag from the cigarette that was between my lips. Not even bothering to cast the two
she-wolves I had just fucked a second glance. They won’t be able to walk for a good day or two.
They had fulfilled their purpose, and now I didn’t want to see them again.
Women were all the same to me. I fucked
them and I moved on.

I was 34 and I didn’t have a mate, but I’m glad. I am not mate material. I am a fucking twisted
freak of nature, I guess not being a werewolf meant I didn’t get one. It’s been over lo years and I
accepted that fact. It just meant I could have a hundred women if I wanted, and I have had a lot
more than that. And I wouldn’t need to deal with a so-called soul mate.

I didn’t have a fucking heart, nor did I care. There was no place in me for anyone else and that is
the way I liked it. To be alone. I’ve seen countless men fall to their knees to please their women.
I wasn’t one of them. Some called it a curse that I didn’t have a mate, I called it a fucking perk.
No bitch to fuck with my head, the only thing I needed fucking with, was my dick and I got plenty
of that.
I walked into the bathroom to wash their filth off me. I didn’t bother turning the light on. What’s
the point when I could see in the dark? I frowned, stepping into the shower after tossing the
cigarette into the bin.
Turning the faucet on, I let the cold water pour over me. I didn’t feel anything. Not the cold, not
the pleasure. It was all the same. Years had passed and with each one, I felt more animal than

second in command, My Beta, was an Alpha but had refused his position to be b y my side. Probably the closest

we might be able

him felt like some entertainment. The man was on my council, but we hated each other’s guts. H e was only 6 years older than me, but he

‘Yeah, Alpha?’

Elijah know, we’re coming tonight instead of tomorrow. They can host us.’ I left the bathroom and walked over to the bed to grab my phone. One of the she-wolves stirred and

her, grabbed my phone and left the room. I hadn’t been to Elijah’s pack location although he came for pack meetings often. So, it would actually be a fair visit to see how he runs his pack. I had to admit, he had the strongest pack around. Nline didn’t count because I took members from different packs. It was more a pack of warriors than a family. We had strong wolves who would deal with threats and were sent out. I was settled not too far from my brother’s pack. But not too

expected everyone to know that. 2 A Lycan was like royalty, and so I took my throne in a way. But whether they admit it or not. Every pack is safer with my reign over them. Innocent wolves don’t get abused. If they do, they know I’m here. I was the Alpha of The Night Walkers Pack. Also known as the Royal Pack. With time, more and more disturbing happenings have occurred, but I’ve done my best to contain the threat. Not only were rogues working in packs, but beasts called Wendigo’s had appeared. Wendigo’s were werewolves who had eaten werewolves and become something different. They lived to kill and eat werewolves and had no trace of sanity left. And then there was the Manangal’s, vampire- like creatures with elongated limbs, long claws, teeth and surrounded b y a revolting smell. They preyed on children and pregnant women. 4 The worst thing was these things were made with dark magic. And although I