Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

Chapter 3

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

human. The only thing that made me feel alive was pain and killing. I loved the chase, the play,
and the kill. I made it my sole purpose was to clear the world of fucking trash.
I soaped my body and was rinsing off when I felt someone mind linking me.

had refused his position to be b y my

if we leave soon, we might be able to

dickhead Elijah’s pack. The temptation to impose on 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 was one of those cocky bastards I loved to piss off. I was meant

‘Yeah, Alpha?’

instead of tomorrow. They can host us.’ I left the bathroom and walked over to the

strongest pack around. Nline didn’t count because

It had been 8 years since I attained this position. By force in many cases, I forced the Alpha’s to
submit, and I claimed my position and exercised my authority upon them. I wasn’t an ordinary
werewolf, and I wasn’t going to be treated like one.
I entered my bedroom picking out some oversize shorts. They were baggy enough and wouldn’t rip when
I transformed.

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

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