Alpha Wolf - Mate Mine

Chapter 67 ~ The Black Alpha, The Killing Machine & The Cunning Fox

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The Black Alpha, The Killing Machine & The Cunning Fox

~ The Cunning Fox ~

"Rolando!" Marica screamed, her hands covered a shocked mouth.

Air stopped coming and going through her lungs when she saw her mate. Or, rather, the conditions in which he was.

The Gamma was by the bathroom door, about to enter, covered in blood from head to toe and fully naked in all his Greek God glory. His fingers, slightly curled and with a hint of claws, dripped with red liquid. The lower part of his sculpted face was stained red, up to his nose. His chest was covered in mud mixed with other things while his hair, always tangled in that sexy way, fell on his frowning forehead.

Marica barely heard him curse under his breath, as she was too panicked.

Rolando's plan was to get into the shower and wash out the death out of his body before she saw him. The girl usually stayed in bed late, preferring night school, or went to train with the girls. Apparently, that was not his lucky day. In twelve years together she had never seen him in those conditions.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm fine." He whispered, not coming one step closer to her. The wolf would never allow the disgusting blood of the useless guards to contaminate the flawless skin of his mate...

Mate who has never seen his dark side. The secret side of the Black Devil's Gamma. And he intended to leave things as they were.

She will never know he bit off the guards' heads, leaving them in front of the pack house. Not that he was sorry to take off the heads of those who had failed their future Luna. Because he did not mind at all. He had enjoyed every single scream and prayer. The last thing they saw before falling into the world of nothing was Rolando's smirking face, covered in their own blood.

"What happened Rolly!?"

The Gamma growled, closing his eyes as he spotted those beautiful eyes well up with tears.

He knew it would happen.

And he hated himself for being the cause of that waste of tears.

Marica had been the best thing that had ever happened to him in that life of dubious morality. His goal was to make her happy and constantly spoil her. He wanted to give her everything and more.

And tears weren't part of the master plan.

"Rogue's attack" The lie came out smoothly, as he avoided his eyes. "I'm fine honey. This blood doesn't belong to me."

After one deep inhalation, he took a step closer.

"Why don't you wait for me downstairs so I get changed and we can go have breakfast at Sweet Ribbon?" He proposed hopeful, feeling the knot in his chest loosen a little when a little glint of excitement appeared in her wet eyes.

Sweet Ribbon was her favourite breakfast spot. Everything was pink, from the saucers to the cupcakes and to the uniforms of the shop assistants. Even the toilet paper was freaking pink! But Rolando did not care. The sight was always comical: the big bad wolf sitting in the soft chairs with his excited mate, eating cupcakes and drinking chai latte.

All Rolando could think or wanted was to press his fingers against her delicate cheek and watched the typical blush appear. But he could not stain her.

"Ok!! I'm going to change", the thrilled squeal that came out of her little body made him smile genuinely for the first time that day. It was not a malicious smile.