“Coming from you that’s a first. His cold exterior has never bothered you.”
“So this was our wedding…” I heard the faint music as she replayed the video. “We look happy…”
I stopped pacing, leaning against the wall near the door as I lit a cigarette.
“You two are happy together and I’m positive that things will return to you,” Elijah’s firm reply came. “Your memory may have gone, but you are still the woman that I’m proud to call my daughter. The Lycan King’s Queen and the best of mothers. I would love to take you home to give you time to heal but the kids need you, Alejandro needs you here. Just follow your heart, Kiara, and I’m sure you’ll be okay.”
“Yeah… I can’t believe I’m twenty-six… I was somehow imagining myself so much younger.” She laughed, sounding embarrassed. “When I woke up, I was thinking you would kill me.”
“Nine years too late. He’s sixteen years older than you, imagine how I felt when I found out you and he were mated when you were only eighteen…”
She giggled and I couldn’t resist the twitch at the corner of my lips. Elijah was right; she could forget me, but not the bond or the love that remained subconsciously. So, all I had to do was win her over. It wasn’t that fucking hard the first time, and that time I tried to push her away. This time I wasn’t going to let her go, no matterwhat.
With renewed resolve, I took a long drag on my cigarette. Call it corny or shit, but what we had between us was far too strong for any power in the heavens or earth to destroy, and I was ready to prove that to the fucking world.
It was afew hours later, and Kiara had asked Elijah to stay for a while longer. He agreed and said as long as he didn’t have to see the dickhead, Kenneth, whilst he was there. Well, we were on the same fucking page. I had gotten Darien to entertain the fucker because I was done with that dickhead.
I had gotten ready, waiting for Kiara to come out of the dressing room. When she did, she was dressed in a black strapless corset and some wet-look pants with heels. Her hair was open, and her face was free of makeup. For a moment, she reminded me of the young woman I had met at the Blood Moon Pack.
She was still wary of me. All I wanted to do was pull her close and kiss her until she fucking begged me to take her. Instead, I had to be the fucking gentlemen, and so I tried not to stare at her boobs all pushed up in that corset and swallowed instead.
Down boy.
“Let’s get going,” I said, sounding as cold as ever.
Yeah, I couldn’t do nice, but it didn’t matter. She’d fall for me because this was what she fucking fell in love with. She was no fucking angel, so we were going to be fine. We had to be.
She nodded, strands of her sandy brown hair falling in front of her eyes, I shoved my hands into my pockets although all I wanted was to reach out and brush them back. We entered the lounge where Rayhan, Delsanra, and Dante were having breakfast already.
“Dante,” Kiara murmured. Dante looked at her sharply as Kiara inched forward before she crouched down before him. Reaching over hesitantly, she cupped his face.
“It’s okay, Mom… you don’t need to pretend,” he said quietly, making me glance up. Rayhan and Delsanra turned too as Kiara shook her head.
“I’m not pretending,” she whispered, sounding genuinely upset before wrapping her arms around him tightly. He hugged her back, his eyes trained on me.
“Your memory…” he mumbled.
“I’m sorry,” Kiara whispered, moving back as she took his hands, kissing them gently.
“Don’t be. It’s not in your control.”
Rayhan looked at me with concern in his eyes, and I remembered I still needed to talk to him about Maria.
“Kiara, Alejandro, are you eating in the lounge or dining room?” Maria asked from behind.
“Dining room is fine,” I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and kissing her forehead.
“Yes, I’m watching television, can I not be disturbed?” Dante remarked.
“I don’t think I’ve watched this much TV since I first had the leisure to,” Delsanra added, looking up atRayhan with a smile on her lips. He kissed her passionately before smirking slightly.
“Yeah, I guess there’s a lot more we prefer to do in our free time,” he whispered, although we all heard.
“We don’t want to know,” Dante retorted with a small pout as Maria smiled.
“Go eat,” Maria told the two of us, and Kiara slowly stood up before smiling at Rayhan and Delsanra. We left the room and she looked at me.
“The man with the long hair, he looks a little like you.”
