King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

36 Was He A God 

KIARA

I felt so comfortable snuggled against the hard, firm body next to me. A deep, seductive scent filled my nose and I inhaled deeply. A strong pair of arms were wrapped around me tightly, and to my utter surprise, one hand was firmly on my a*s, his fingers between my cheeks, making my face heat up. My eyes flew open and I found myself staring at a tattooed chest.

F**k, f**k, f**k! What happened? How did I get here? 3

Slowly, I pried his arms off me, trying to ignore the tingles that coursed through me and the way my body seemed to enjoy his touch and moved back. The lamps were on, but I could see the sun was rising outside. I stared at the man lying there and my breath caught in my throat. He was simply put, a complete and utter s*x god. From his tanned skin, refined jaw and black hair, to his tattoos that covered his entire body, save some parts of his abs, he was hot as f**k. His nipples were pierced; his chest rose and fell deeply as he slept.

For a moment, I don’t think I minded if he had his hands on me once again… He was fit as hell.

He was built with muscles and ridges that any man would die for. Right down to his bulging biceps, to his abs, and that V… He wore a pair of sweatpants and I almost gasped, noticing the long rod in his pants.

Goddess.

Did we f**k? Maybe, I’m sure I would be feeling it if we had… I looked down at myself, realising I was wearing a black lacy bodysuit. I slipped out of bed, my heart hammering. Where were my clothes? “Kiara?” A deep, husky, dangerously s**y voice came from behind me, making me jump as I spun around to see the god had risen. He was now sitting up and I found myself staring into a pair of dark, dangerous eyes. Eyes that seemed to peer into my soul.

+My heart raced even faster when I saw his gaze rake over me, his eyes flashing red and making me nervous. I could tell from his aura he was someone strong. Dad was going to kill me. “Hi.” I said, inching away. He frowned, watching me warily as he got out of bed. “Kiara, are you alright?” How the hell does this God know my name? Did I die? Am I in heaven? Am I dreaming? No, I don’t think so… Did I get drunk last night? He was inching towards me. He was tall… Maybe a foot taller than me… or more… I backed away slowly, raising my hand. “Can you talk from a little away?” I said, my voice sounding shriller than it was meant to. “Amore Mio…” He seemed serious and concerned, watching me sharply.

“I don’t know how I ended here… but I should go. Um, where are my clothes?” I asked, now realising I was practically naked and flaunting my assets in front of this god. 1

“Go?” His face seemed to pale slightly, his heart was thudding and I tensed, ready to jump if he tried anything funny. “Home?” I replied softly.

“Kia… Do you recognise me?” He asked, his voice so quiet and strained that it confused me. 2

He sounded like he was in pain…

“Nope… Should I?” I replied, backing away, until my back hit the wall. “If we uh met at a party or something… then I’m sorry, I should really get going. My dad will kill me.” I scanned the room, assessing if the window or the door would be better. I glanced back at the handsome god, who seemed frozen despite the heaving of his chest. “Do you remember anything?” Why does he keep asking me that? “Excuse me? About last night? Nothing…. um, can I go now?” I asked in a hurry. I’m sure if I had s*x with that thing, I would have felt it. Goddess, it looked big… “I think you should sit down; we need to talk.” “No thanks, I’d rather go home.” I repeated. “Kiara, this is your home.” “No, it isn’t.”

What did he want? Was he trying to keep me here? “It is. If you have any doubt, you can take a look at the pictures around this room, or on our phone. You’ll see there are plenty of photographs of us together. That ring on your finger? We’re married, Amore Mio.”

indeed, I was wearing two rings, no that wasn’t possible

any pictures. I nodded, glancing at

and before I even realised what was happening, he had me on my back on the bed, straddling my hips. “Let go of me!” I shouted, my heart pounding, when I felt an intense surge of sparks ripple through me, sending pleasure straight to my core. “Calm the f**k down. Listen to me, Amore Mio. We need to talk. You’re my f*****g mate. You know I’m not lying.” He growled. I stared up

away the throbbing headache that was beginning to form. I knew he wasn’t lying, I could sense that… “I don’t know you. Get off me.” I said quietly as he slowly got off of me but refused to

me upright until I was sitting on the bed instead of lying

kind of trick was this? Was I dreaming? I needed to call Mom or Dad. Or Liam… Surely, they must be

felt a surge of fear rush through me. He was dangerous… I could sense the power from him. I was about to pull away, but to my surprise, he raised my hands to his lips and placed a chaste kiss on my knuckles before looking up into my eyes. “Do you remember anything?” He asked quietly. I was

remember.” I replied, pulling free and covering myself

… but it hadn’t been. Strange. “Ok… let me grab you something to wear.” He said quietly, he raised his hand to my face and I moved back, turning my face away. I don’t know this man and I was not happy with him trying to get in my personal space. He didn’t say anything

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“Where are my clothes?”

He said. His eyes looked hard, his voice was dangerous

watching him warily

unlocked the first and held it

If you say

the image on the screen wallpaper, frowning slightly.

one hand on my breast, his nose

What the…

even looked a little older in

were too many for me to think these were fake… There was even an image of Dad and the guy in front of me, although it looked like whoever took

This looked…

with black hair, and mini you,

with his voice, a sudden squeezing

This wasn’t possible. What

ringing only grew louder and I gripped my head. Why did it feel like the

Kia, baby

“I’ll call them. Can I ask for one favour?” He asked quietly. “What is it?” I asked, shuffling away from him on the bed. “Our son is currently sick. Our youngest daughter, Kataleya was kidnapped. Around the time you found her, that’s when they did something to your memory, but I’m not trying to justify anything. I just… at least treat them as your own. You’ve always loved everyone… but I don’t think Kat could cope if she knew you have forgotten her.” My heart clenched at his words. Our son? It sounded foreign, but a child who was sick? I nodded. He didn’t need to ask that of me, I wouldn’t do anything

1 “Wait, if we’re from the same pack, we should be able to mind link.” I said suddenly. ‘We sure f*****g can.’ His reply came in my head, making my heart thump. Unless he forcefully marked me… But that didn’t explain why I couldn’t remember anything much. I needed Mom or

parents, I want to talk to them.”