by Marian Tee
But before I could do that, I had to get him to see first.
“I’m sorry,” I told the guard.
He blinked in surprise.
“Please don’t consider this as something personal.”
Before he could ask me what was wrong, I had already knocked him unconscious. One down, more to go.
It was only when I had knocked out twenty Lyccan guards that the person I had come for finally appeared. He stood just a step past the gates of Lyccan Hall, a mountain of groaning, half-unconscious wolves between us. The sight of him had me swallowing, but the coldness in his eyes made me want to forget about being a warrior and just cry. From the first time we met, Alejandro Moretti had always been a passionate man. He was passionate in his fury, his happiness, in everything he did – and yet, now, there was none of that in his gaze. I had hurt him so badly that I had forced him to withdraw into himself, unable to feel but unable to be hurt as well.
When he only looked at me with a bored expression on his gorgeous face, I said almost apologetically, “I won’t stop until I talk to you.”
His lips twisted. “Bloodthirsty kitten, aren’t you?”
“I suppose I am.” More silence followed and I said finally, “I have a confession to make.”
Alejandro’s green eyes slid towards my hapless victims. “Let me guess,” he drawled ever so coolly. “You have anger management issues.”
I choked on a nervous giggle. “Possibly.”
Again, his gaze slid back to the injured Lyccans between us. You think, his gaze seemed to ask.
I cleared my throat. “That’s, umm, not the confession I wanted to make, though.” Before he could make another smartass comeback and before I completely lost my courage, I blurted out, “I saw you kissing another girl.”
He stilled. “Is that so?”
“I’m afraid that’s not it still.” Swallowing, I gave him the whole, unvarnished, embarrassing truth of it. “I saw you kissing another girl – hours ago. At my birthday party.”
This time, he jerked in shock. “What the fuck?”
“And it turned out to be Alessandro,” I explained miserably. “Your brother. I forgot all about you being twins because I was so…mad.” I held my breath, searching his face for any sign of understanding or even anger. Anything that would tell me I had made him feel and that I wasn’t too late.
But all Alejandro said was, “Hence your bitch fit then?”
I winced. “Yes.”
“And if you hadn’t seen that…”
“I would have asked you what took you so long.” My voice caught at the last word. “B-because I missed you every day.”
“I see.”
I tried to wait for as long as I could, knowing I owed it to him to be patient. But fear got the better of me in the end, and I was the first one to speak once more. “Alejandro—”
“Thank you for your honesty. It’s appreciated.”
The rest of what I had to say died in my throat. This was not how it was supposed to be, I thought sickly. But then, hadn’t I made him feel the same way earlier? Hadn’t he come to my party, probably hoping for the same thing I did, but instead I had ended up humiliating him in front of everyone?
“We tried to make it work, Princess, but the two of us…”
I shook my head vehemently. “Don’t say it.”
His lips tightened, the only thing he did that told me I hadn’t completely failed in reaching him. And it was pathetic, but I hugged that clue to myself because it was my only hope. “Princess—”
“I’ll do everything you want just to show you how sorry I am.”
It was his turn to shake his head. “Nothing you do will change my mind.” Before I could protest, he stressed, “What happened between us made it very clear that you are not the right mate for me.”
The words made me flinch, but I told myself I could cry my eyes out after. But now, not when I still had to convince Alejandro to let me stay by his side. “I-if you d-don’t want me as your mate, then w-what about being your bodyguard?” I managed a smile. “You can’t deny I’d be good as one. And it can come with all the benefits you want—”
The next thing I knew, Alejandro had dragged me past the gates and into the first place with a locked door he came across. He slammed the door shut, and then he had me on my back, gritting out, “Why would you say something like that in front of so many men? Don’t you know by saying that they’d be thinking about you all the time now, fantasizing about you being their bodyguard—”
“But every word I said was true.” His nearness made my voice shake, and I had to curl my fingers into fists so I wouldn’t be tempted to reach out to him. I didn’t think I could bear it if he rejected me outright.
When he only stared at me, I said very clearly, “I love you—”
He spun me around.
Another second, and he had my jeans and panties down my ankles and his cock was pressing hard against my bottom.
His body slammed against my back, causing my breasts to flatten against the door. “Not going to protest?”
“I told you. I’ll do everything—” I found myself gasping as he suddenly entered me from behind. His cock slid easily into my body, my pussy made wet just by being in the same room he was in. I tried to speak, but he covered my mouth, and he prevented me from looking at him, too. We fucked in silence, his thrusts hard and deep, almost painfully rough.
It was punishment, pure and simple, a challenge to see if I meant every word. Was I willing to do everything he wanted just to make him forgive me?
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Yes.
Eye for an eye. It was what warriors believed in. I had hurt him terribly, and for that he had the right to hurt me just as terribly.
ALEJANDRO
“Your fiancée just tried to enter the premises,” Alessandro, his twin, said as he slid into the seat across Alejandro. His human partner, Kassia, was beside him, their hands entwined as always. The sight of it made Alejandro crack his knuckles. He had the strongest urge to go to The Den so he could fight his way into numbness.
The club they were in was exclusive for shifters, but because his family owned the establishment, Alejandro was able to have Calys barred from entering.
“She says she wants to be my bodyguard,” Alejandro said with a shrug. “So that’s exactly how I’m treating her.”
Alessandro shook his head. “You’re a cold bastard, you know that?”
Alejandro looked at Kassia. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but was he not the same to you in the past?”
Kassia nodded. “And he was exactly like that because he loved me.” When Alejandro flinched, she asked gently, “Don’t you think you’ve made her suffer enough? Don’t you think both of you have suffered long enough? You two went through so much. If anyone deserves to be happy and in love together, that’s the two of you.”
“And just in case you think it’s not enough,” his brother said, “you should know that when we arrived here, we saw some Lyccan boys trying to bully her and making fun of her about being a monster.”
Before he could answer, one of his men came running towards them, and the anxious expression on his man’s face had Alejandro swiftly standing up. “What happened?” he asked right away.
“It’s the Princess, Your Highness. She saw someone across the street and took off after him.”
Alejandro suddenly had a bad premonition about the whole thing, and his voice was rough with ill-concealed worry as he demanded, “Who did she see?”
“I did not recognize the man, but he had a very noticeable scar on his face—”
Alejandro remembered the last words of the vampire he and Calys had caught.
A scarred man, the vampire had said in description of the man who had hired him and the other fighters to kill Calys.
Fuck.
If something happened to Calys…
Ah, goddammit, why had he even bothered trying to lie to himself? Why did it have to take either of them b
eing in mortal danger before he was forced to see the truth?
He loved her, and he would not stop loving her.
Alejandro looked at his man. “Which direction did they go?”
ALEJANDRO & CALYS
“Calys!”
The voice was distinctly Alejandro’s, and for a moment, it distracted her from her fight with the scarred man she had caught lurking in the shadows outside the club. It was a distraction that the scarred man used quickly to his advantage, managing to kick Calys away from him when she turned towards the voice.
Calys grunted in pain, but she managed to grab a hold of the man’s ankle as he tried to get up. He tried kicking her again, managing to land one on her head, but she didn’t let go, pulling him hard. She was using all her strength now, but so was he, making it clear to both of them that whatever he was – with his distorted features and disfigured wings – he definitely possessed the same strength as a Souri that had gone dark.
“Calys, goddammit!” It was Alejandro again, the words sounding like they were muttered between gnashed teeth. And then he was suddenly there beside her and the scarred man. With one swing, he had knocked the man to the ground. Calys immediately crawled up, but when she attempted to sit atop the man to keep him from escaping, Alejandro turned to her with a snarl.
“Okay, okay!” She immediately threw her hands up in submission.
Alejandro solved both their problems by kneeling down and squeezing the man’s throat in a chokehold. “Why are you after the Princess?”
But the scarred man only spat at them. “You will never get anything from me, dog.”
Alejandro’s fingers tightened around his neck. “I’ll ask you one last time—”
“Don’t bother,” the disfigured creature snarled. “Even if you kill me, ten more will come after you. Her. All of you.” Even as his face began to change color with Alejandro choking him, he managed to let out a cackling laugh. “War is coming, and not a single one of you stand a chance of living.”
Alejandro broke his neck.
The man had died with a crazy smile on his face, and the sight of it made Calys feel ill. “You were right to kill him. He would never have given us an answer, and it was clear that he would never stop taking lives if we had allowed him to live.”
But Alejandro didn’t answer.
He was already walking away, leaving a stunned Calys behind him.
“Alejandro?”
But Alejandro didn’t stop walking.
She ran after him, managing to catch his sleeve. “Alejandro—” She fell silent in shock when he spun around to face her, and she finally caught a glimpse of his livid expression.
“W-why are you still angry? I thought…” She swallowed. “I t-thought when you came after me, it was okay.”
“The fuck it’s okay,” Alejandro roared. “I will never be okay when you’re around. If I was any smarter, I would never see you again because I’m better off without you.”
Calys could only stare at Alejandro, unable to speak. Did he really mean it this time? Did he?
He raked a hand through his hair. “This just proves it. I can’t be your fucking consort.” When Calys didn’t speak, he demanded, “Did you hear what I just said?”
Calys couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He actually wanted an answer?
“Do you understand—”
“Yes, I understand.” And she punched him right after, with all the strength her dark side possessed.
Alejandro’s head snapped to the side. “Are you insane? What the fuck are you trying to kill me for?”
“How could you even ask?” she cried out.
“Are you an idiot or what? I can’t be your consort and this – what happened right here – is proof of it. If I’m your consort, both of us will be trapped by our responsibilities. But if I remain your Cavaliere, I’ll be able to guard you and I’ll only be answerable to you. Just you and nobody else.”
The words came to Calys as if she was hearing it from a great distance, a part of her still finding it difficult to digest the fact that Alejandro was not refusing to be her consort because he no longer loved her.
“Calys?” He shook his hellcat hard.
She wailed in the most un-warrior-like voice he had ever heard from her, “I thought you were dumping me.”
Alejandro shook his princess harder. Maybe, if he shook her hard enough, her brain would sort itself out properly. “I love you. Idiot. Why would you think I’d be able to bear leaving you?”
But his hellcat didn’t answer. She was too busy acting more un-warrior-like, with the way she was crying. The sound of it made his heart clench and at the same time, it made him want to smile. He hauled her into his arms, something which made her sob harder even as her arms curled around his neck.
He hugged her tightly to him, unable to believe that after all this time, he finally had her back where she belonged. This time, she would stay in his arms, because he sure as hell would never let her go.
“Princess?”
Between tears, she asked, “Yes?”
“I need you to promise you won’t go Kill Bill on me, but I just want you to know that I took a picture of you crying. Just so you’ll have a reminder of how much of a warrior you are—” He grunted in pain as Calys delivered a painfully precise jab to his ribs. “Dammit, I told you not to kill me.”
In her singsong voice, she said, “Then erase it before I kill you.”
****
Weeks later, Alejandro covered his Queen’s mouth as he thrust into her.
Unable to plead for her mate not to stop fucking her, Calys could only grip the edges of the marbled sink tightly and tried her best not to slip off it.
Someone knocked hard on the door. “One damn minute, Your Majesty, or I’ll have five-year-old cubs breaking down the door.”
Calys’ eyes widened at the threat.
Alejandro grinned. Damn if that jaguar wasn’t creative – and effective – with his threats. Bending close, he whispered to his Queen’s ears, “I’m afraid I have to make you come now, Your Majesty.” After that, he gave it to her exactly the way her passionate warrior’s body wanted it. He shoved his cock into her as deeply as he could, his hips jutting fast and wild. He covered her mouth with his when her cries became too much for his hand to muffle, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back wildly. They came together the moment their tongues fused, their semi-clothed bodies shuddering against each other as he filled her pussy with his come.
After, he laughed at the way her normally graceful fingers became clumsy in her haste to rearrange her clothes. “Relax, Your Majesty. Let me do that for you.”
A moment later, both of them were properly clothed, not a single strand out of place as they stepped out of the ladies’ room.
Stefan and Anastasia were right outside. Calys’ younger sister was red-faced while the jaguar was scowling. When Alejandro started to whistle, Stefan’s scowl became even more pronounced.
Seeing it, Calys groaned, “Alejandro, stop it.” Both of them knew he was only doing it to annoy Stefan.
Alejandro gave her an elegant bow. “Whatever you say, my queen.”
Anastasia giggled.
Stefan said coldly, “If you’re going to giggle that much, then maybe you should have stayed in the schoolroom a year longer.”
When the two left, both of them were not speaking, and Calys said worriedly to Alejandro, “He’s being too hard on her. I know it’s his way of keeping his distance, but…surely he also knows that I would readily accept his proposal if he did offer for her?”
Alejandro shook his head. “He’s not being too hard on her if you ask me. It’s himself he’s being too hard on. If I were him, I would have long forgotten about honor and simply went after what I wanted.”
Calys rolled her eyes. “That’s not how a warrior acts.”
“That’s exactly how a warrior would act when he’s after something.” The devastating smile Alejandro sent her after made Calys gulp, and
she had a horrible feeling that those smiles were one of his mass weapons of seduction – the kind that he unhesitatingly used on her to get what he wanted.
“Thankfully, you are what I want.”
“Uh huh.”
“I will slay all the dragons in the world for you if it is what you will.”
As they started walking back to the throne room where the rest of their pack awaited them, Calys said seriously, “Don’t do that. Really. If you ever come across dragons, I’d rather you breed them and give me a dragon army.”
Her eyes glowed so brightly at her words it made Alejandro laugh. At that instance, she looked more like a Pokemon master about to catch them all. “So bloodthirsty, my queen.”
She sent him an impish smile. “But you like it that way.”
He said solemnly, “I like you in every way, my queen.”
They reached the throne room then, and as Calys claimed her rightful place, Alejandro stepped back, positioning himself behind her as her Cavaliere. One glance at him and everyone would be so easily deceived by his perfectly respectful manners, none of them knowing that under his courteous and charming exterior was a deadly warrior…and a wicked husband.
The first panther in line stepped forward. “Your Majesty, I have an enormous dilemma…”
Her phone beeped as the panther went on to explain his situation. The message was from Alejandro.
Whatever it was, it won’t be as enormous as my cock.
She choked.
The panther in front of her stopped. “Your Majesty?”
She glared at Alejandro, but he only looked at her with a straight face, wickedly gleaming green eyes promising her she would find out right after leaving the throne room just how enormous it was.
The End
Watch out for Alessandro Moretti’s story next in My Werewolf Professor: Alessandro Moretti’s Secret.
