Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

A Protective Father

KIARA

"Someone who fucking saved you pup." His deep voice sent shivers up my spine. His scent filled my senses.

"What’s your name?" I asked softly, feeling the heat from his body sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.

"Kiara."

"Huh?" That’s my name-

"Kiara! Kiara!" I frowned. The voice changed to one I recognised rather well. My eyes flew open to see Raven hovering over me. I blushed, realising I had been dreaming. Pushing her back, I sat up.

The sun was shining through the curtains and I leaned over, turning my lights off.

"What were you dreaming about?" Raven asked, curiously staring at me.

"Nothing, why?"

"Your heart was racing."

I shrugged innocently. "No idea." I stretched, wincing at the spasming pain that shot up my shoulder and neck. I groaned as I clamped my hand over it. Raven was by my side instantly.

"Are you not healed?" she asked worriedly. "We may have to tell aunty Red and uncle El."

"Not a good idea." I said standing up. I tried not to flinch at the pain in my ankle. It was always stiffer in the morning. I limped slightly as I made my way to the bathroom.

"I’ll use Liam’s shower; he’s already left for training." Raven said, I nodded as I walked into my small bathroom. It wasn’t big, but it did have a tub with a shower combined.

I pulled Liam’s shirt off and looked in the floor-length mirror. My usual tan-skinned that was like dads, was a little paler than usual. Taking a moment to admire my underboob intricate chandelier tattoo.

I had gotten it a day after my 18th birthday, and I loved it. Dad had been a bit fussy, saying why did I get something that would draw attention to my breasts. He sure would have a heart attack if he saw my thigh tattoo that looked like a garter belt. I got that just over a week ago. He has yet to notice. I peeled the bandages off and looked at the bite mark. It was healing, albeit slower than normal. Feeling a little relieved, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water ease my achy shoulder.

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An hour later, Raven and I headed downstairs. We had ended up having a pillow fight before we got dressed for the day. I wore a silk ivory Cami tucked into ripped denim skinny jeans and ivory flats. I donned a cardigan over the Cami to hide my shoulder. Although the bleeding had stopped, the wounds were still there. I did love heels, but I couldn't really wear them for long without my foot playing up. My hair was left open, and I just had my usual touch of tinted moisturiser, highlighter, and smoky eyeliner and mascara. My lips were just coated with a tint of shea butter lip balm. I wore small dangle earrings and a few necklaces.

We walked into the kitchen, both Raven and I stopping in our tracks. Dad had mom up against the fridge, her legs wrapped around him as they made out, the sound of moans clear as day. I blushed and Raven whistled.

"Nice show Uncle El! Keep going!"

I heard dad growl as mom unlocked her legs and pushed him away, blushing lightly. I swear that only dad can make mum blush. I smiled and looked at my parents. Dad was 40 and mum was 37. They were young parents, but they looked like they were 30 at the most.

"I would, but I think you’re way too innocent to be able to handle it." Dad said to Raven, who rolled her eyes.

"Not true. I'm not innocent."

"You think that." dad said, smirking, as he leaned against the worktop. "You ok angel?" He looked over at me and I smiled shrewdly. Dad would always greet me with a kiss. But the fact that he wasn’t moving from his place meant he was turned on.