King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Chapter 89
King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Chapter 89 89. Epilogue part 3 RAYHAN “Let me take pictures with my girl!” Raihana said, forcing me to move away from Delsanra who I had up against a tree. I raised an eyebrow, but she didn‘t wait for permission, pulling my kitten away with her. She was in a metallic gold dress herself, whilst Del looked fucking fine in a powder blue mini strapless dress with a dipping neckline, the dress was like a fitted ribbed corset that was cut in a V showing off her thighs, with a bling border and dangly strings of silver gems around the entire hem of it. Gems that glittered and swayed with every move she made. Her hair was up in a messy, sexy bun, and even now, as she talked to Raihana, she was the epitome of temptation and beauty. “I don‘t know if I should be jealous of Delsanra or smug at the fact you‘re suffering with me.” Chris remarked, coming over. He was wearing a black and gold shirt with white pants. “Don‘t you get bored wearing what she tells you?” I mocked, ignoring his taunt. He looked a little gutted. “She said it‘s my choice, and how she has Tatum and Heaven to match with now.” He said making me smirk. “You know she said that just to make sure you want to match, Raihana won‘t sacrifice her aesthetically perfect images but she‘s smart enough to put it back on you if you ever said you didn‘t want to by saying she doesn‘t care.” I remarked. “Well, it‘s not like your mate gets much say in her outfits, Ri always chooses hers too.” I nodded, looking at them as they pouted for the picture, arms wrapped around one another. “Well, Delsanra‘s doesn’t mind.” I said running my hand through my own hair. I was wearing a printed stone–coloured shirt, with my sleeves pushed up, half tucked into my cropped cream pants, which were paired with brown shoes, belt and beaded jewellery. Ahren tied in with us, with his pants the same colour as mine and a blue shirt like Del‘s dress. Who am I kidding? I guess even she liked to coordinate us. “One more,” Raihana was saying, adjusting Delsanra‘s hair. “Demon mode girl, come on, let‘s see that sexiness.” Fuck. I watched her shift, her lips becoming plumped, her entire body turning ten fucking times hotter, if that was even possible, and feeling myself harden in my pants. I looked away. She knew I couldn‘t resist her when she shifted… I heard her laugh, and I knew it was because she knew the effect that she had 4 on me. I glanced back at her, my eyes meeting her red ones. There was a time when I feared she‘d never recover from her trauma, and although there were still times her demons returned to haunt her, she was doing better than I could have ever hoped for. Not only was she a survivor, but she was helping so many others with their traumas as well. She travelled around to other packs, helping where she could, encouraging each pack to have a councilor. I think people forget that despite being werewolves, we were human too. Battles, death, and trauma left lasting effects. Times were changing, and I was happy to see the growth in our kind. – Seeing Delsanra welcomed into packs, sure there was still those who disliked witches even if they tried to hide it, but still things were getting better. Like they say; Rome was not built overnight. All things take time… DELSANRA “Oi photogenic boy, come here!” Raihana called to Dante, who raised an eyebrow. “No thanks.” He replied. “Please?” I said, making him roll his eyes. He may act like he didn‘t have a soft spot for me, but he still did. It had been months since we had that conversation, and I was glad to see that the small crush he had on me was fading away. …
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