For Him
Kiara
Alejandro had said he would put Kataleya to bed, and I had agreed. It was strange to explain, but when I saw those children, I didn’t need a DNA test or anything to tell me they were mine. I felt it. Which would also mean the King was my mate, right?
That one was a little harder. I could hug children and make them feel better, but a man who looked as dangerous as he did handsome was an entirely different story. I wouldn’t deny that his every glance made me feel all giddy, but at the same time, I was wary of him.
I took a shower before I rummaged in the drawers.
The clothes were all my size and this place smelled of me.
I sighed. I knew it all pointed to their words being the truth, but it was still odd.
Mom had called earlier, and I had ended up talking to her on video call for nearly an hour.
She had tried to ease my mind, but the terrifying reality was that I only had their word to go on.
Raven, Liam’s mate and my apparent friend, had called, too.
It was hard knowing I had forgotten everything.
It was strange. I felt tired by the end of the day.
Everyone was trying to help, giving me small tips and reminders, but each thing I was told made the reality that I had forgotten most of my life sink deeper and deeper into me. Would I ever recover my memories? Was what they said really true?
I put on a black thong and some black loungewear before I brushed my hair.
I heard the bedroom door open, and I froze, my heart thundering.
Wait, were we going to share a room? All day I hadn’t been anywhere alone with him.
Although his eyes were on me whenever he was around, this was the first time we were completely alone again.
I placed the hairbrush down and slowly edged towards the bedroom. Peering inside, I froze, realising he was taking his shirt off. My eyes widened as my gaze fell on his abs and I became distracted. That was until he tossed his shirt to the side, brushing the long hair on top of his head back.
“Like what you see?” He asked with an arrogant smirk on that sexy face of his. I crossed my arms.
“I’m sure you already know the answer to that, considering we were mates.” His eyes flashed red, a deep frown crossing his face.
“We are mates. That doesn’t fucking change.”
My heart thudded, and I nodded, suddenly feeling cold. He sighed and was about to approach me when I quickly walked over to the bed, but before I even got there, he grabbed my elbow, spinning me around to face him.
“What do you want?” I asked, trying to calm my emotions.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I don’t get scared,” I replied defensively, pulling away slowly.
“I just don’t like you talking about us in fucking past tense. You may have forgotten me, but you’re mine, Amore Mio, and if I have to fucking win you over all over again, then I’m ready for that shit.”
He didn’t need to tell me that. I could see it in his eyes, that he wouldn’t let me go.
I didn’t know if that should terrify me or make me as lightheaded as I felt.
Unable to come up with a comeback, I simply stared at him.
His eyes dipped to my lips, his hand threading into my wet locks as he leaned forward.
My heart thumped, and for a moment I thought he was about to kiss me only for his lips to touch my forehead.
“You’re my fucking world,” he whispered, his large hand cupping my face as he stared into my eyes. A wave of guilt washed over me. If it was all true, how could I have forgotten him? I slowly stepped away and turned my back to him.
“Good night,” I said, feeling as if I had failed in something.
“Night,” answered his deep reply.
I walked over to the bed and got in. I might have forgotten everything, but I felt a deep sense of disappointment in myself.
I could sense his pain even though he was trying to block it off.
I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep before he came back, but that didn’t happen.
He was back pretty quickly, his intoxicating scent filling my nose.
My heart skipped a beat when I felt the bed dip as he got in on the other side.
“Relax. I won’t do anything unless you want me to,” his deep, rough voice promised, laced with a mocking tone. My eyes flew open when his hand landed on my hip and he kissed my shoulder from behind, sending a thrill of pleasure through me.
Unless I wanted him to…
My cheeks burned at the very thought. It was weird knowing he knew things about me that I seemed to have forgotten. It all made sense, but deep down, there was a sliver of doubt that maybe, just maybe, something else was at work. I couldn’t just blindly trust their words. I had to tread carefully…
“My Queen…”
I frowned, looking around the dark hallway of what looked like a stone castle.
“Who’s there?” I called out, my voice echoing.
“Your king.” My heart skipped a beat as I turned, trying to look into the darkness.
“King?”
Alejandro?
It didn’t sound like him…
“I’ll find you, I promise. Don’t trust them,” his whispered voice came before I was suddenly plunged into darkness. A shriek left my lips as I felt myself falling at a terrifyingly fast pace.
“Help!” I screamed.
“I’ll find you,” the voice promised again.
“Kiara!”
I felt a sharp slap on my face. My eyes flew open, and I found myself staring into two red glowing orbs.
Why was it dark? I couldn’t see anything! Why was it dark?
I pushed him away, my aura raging around me as I jumped from the bed.
Why couldn’t I see?
“Kiara, calm down. It’s me,” Alejandro’s deep voice came before the lights came on.
“Why couldn’t I see?” I whispered, fear and panic beginning to surge within me.
“You can’t see in the dark, Kiara. You were born like that. A price for your gift of healing,” he said, walking towards me.
The words from my dream returned to me. “Don’t trust them.” I stepped back, nodding.
“Isn’t that one of the first things you should have told me?” I asked quietly. He didn’t move towards me as if worried I would run away. I had half a mind to.
“I’m sorry; it’s something that we’re so used to, and the mansion is equipped to be bathed in light. I didn’t think to remind you. Come to bed.” I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair.
“I’m not really tired. I’ll just take a seat on the couch.”
He closed the gap between us, reaching for me. I tensed, but he only ran his fingers through my hair. The sparks of his touch along my head soothed my thumping heart. I just needed space; the room felt too tight.
“Are you okay? You screamed.”
“Yeah, perfectly, I just need air.”
“Want to go for a ride?” He asked softly, making me look up at him.
“Uhh…” I glanced around the large room; the car would be tight, too… “I just need some air…”
“I have a bike,” he said with a small sexy smirk. I nodded after a moment, knowing he wouldn’t give up. “Then give me a minute. I’ll go get dressed,” he said, walking off.
I looked around, thinking about my dream. It had felt so real…
“Here.” Alejandro’s voice came as he held out a jacket and heeled boots to me.
“Thanks…”
I took them from him, slipping them on as I watched him pull on his own leather jacket. His shirt rode up a little, showing off the band of his boxers and his sexy back. I looked away quickly.
“Come on. We haven’t done this in a while.”
He held his hand out to me, but I looked away, following him to the bedroom door. I gave him a small smile, not wanting to appear rude, but I wasn’t just going to hold his hand.
Ten minutes later, we were sitting on a gorgeous black motorbike with red accents. I may not know the make or anything about bikes, but I knew this one was a beast even before it roared to life.
“Hold on, Amore Mio,” he said, looking at me over his shoulder.
I nodded, slowly wrapping my arms around his strong waist. My core knotted, and I resisted the urge to run my hand over his abs. I held on tight as we rode out of the garage and down the path.
I stared at the sky. It was pitch black, and as we left the light of the pack living area, I was enveloped by darkness. My only source of light was that of the moon shining through the trees. I clung to him, knowing that if he wanted, he could just drop me in the middle of nowhere or kill me.
Everything I had been told yesterday, from Dad, Mom… Alejandro… the children I spent time with, the way they all treated me... wasn’t it too perfect? I didn’t know… the dream was odd. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
I inhaled the smell of the leather mixed with his seductive masculine scent, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the wind that rushed through my hair.
After a good while, I felt we were travelling a little slower and I opened my eyes, realising we were in a city.
The streetlights glittered and I looked around, unable to see much despite the dim lighting, but I could still make out some things as we passed.
“Want something hot or cold?”
“Hmm?” I asked, looking at the back of his neck and noticing his tattoos disappeared into his hair. I felt a little hot with my arms around him like this…
“Ice cream? Beer? Pizza or some shit?” Why did that all sound good…
“Ice cream,” I decided after a moment. It was a little hot being so close to him so something cold was better.
“Perfect.”
We drove for a few more minutes before we stopped outside a brightly lit dessert shop. He parked up and got off the bike with ease, his long legs catching my attention. I had to admit he was really hot everywhere...
I gasped when he lifted me off the bike, his hands on my waist, and our eyes met for a moment.
I gave a small smile, looking away. He let go of me, and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding as we walked to the shop entrance.
He took my hand as he pushed open the door, and my heart skipped a beat as I stared at our combined hands.