~ KATALEYA ~
‘Stay away from me!’
‘W-why?’ The air whooshes from my lungs on a broken gasp.
‘I hate you! I hate the fact that I ever met you!’
Guilt rips through me as tears burn my eyes, blurring my vision until I can barely make out his handsome face, contorted with ruthless fury.
‘You cost me my entire future!’
I clamp my hands over my ears, trying to drown out the harsh cries of anger, but his anguished voice continues to penetrate my mind.
‘I should have left you to die!’
My lungs stop working, the air within them quickly turning stagnant. How could he say such a thing?
I’m sorry…
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
‘It’s your fault that everything went wrong!’
No, please stop.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I shatter completely.
‘I hate you!’
Those cruel words are the last thing I hear, the final blow of agony that rips me from my thoughts and brings me back to the present.
I blink rapidly, quickly swiping the tears from my eyes. This isn’t the first time I have spaced out, my subconscious forcing me to relive the terrible, gut-wrenching memories of my childhood.
The steam from the hot water mists up the glass of the shower enclosure, blurring the view of the bathroom of my rented apartment.
Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply before exhaling slowly.
Ever since I arrived here two nights ago, those painful memories from fourteen years ago have begun haunting me all over again. The nightmares are back and even when I’m awake, they continue to play on my mind.
Each morning I wake up coated in sweat, wracked with shivers as I fight the guilt and pain of his final words.
The guilt that I’ve carried since I was a child remains, and although it took me fourteen years, I am here to rectify the mistakes of my past. It won’t be easy, I know that.
There will be hurdles and moments where my heart might break all over again, but I’ve waited for this time for over a decade, and I will not back down now.
His words return to the forefront of my mind with a vengeance, and I close my eyes, trying to calm myself.
He hates me.
He will still hate me and yet, despite everything, I cannot bring myself to hate him in return.
I must face the pain and survive. This is what I’ve worked for. What I’ve spent years trying to achieve. I will fix what was broken, even if I lose myself along the way.
Grabbing the shampoo bottle, I squeeze some into my hand and begin lathering my hair. The sandy blonde strands darken to a warm brown, the ends tickling my lower back.
Once I’ve rinsed off, I switch the shower off and open the door, grabbing the towel I have placed within reach and drying myself off before wrapping it around me.
How will he react when he realises who I am? Will he even remember me?
Padding over to the mirror, I wipe the steam away and stare at my pale-faced reflection, watching as it distorts until I’m gazing into the flat, cold eyes of the young boy who has tormented my dreams. The face of the boy who lost so much because of me…
I clutch the heart-shaped pendant that I always wear around my neck, trying to calm the raging storm which threatens to drown me.
I’m here now, so close to finding him… but at the same time, I’m terrified of that moment.
“Kataleya?”
I freeze when Valentina’s voice calls from outside the bathroom door.
“Y-yeah?” I say, trying to steady my voice. It wavers ever so slightly, and I force a smile even though she cannot see me.
“Are you ok? I mean, you’ve been in there a while.”
“I was enjoying the shower! I’ll be right out.”
Valentina was sent as my bodyguard, something I didn’t want, but my father - the Alpha King - absolutely refused to allow me to fly all the way from England to Puerto Rico alone. Especially with the strange happenings that are occurring around the globe.
The world is becoming a dangerous place and travelling anywhere alone is risky.
Dad didn’t want me to come at all, even though I’d spent several years preparing for this. It took convincing from Mom, my brother Dante, and my cousin Leo for him to finally allow me to come here.
Now that I’m here, I’m terrified, nervous, and excited all at the same time.
Pulling on my bra and panties, I gaze at my reflection once more. Thick curves greet me, more so than that of the average werewolf. Where their hips are narrow, mine are wide. Where their backsides are toned muscle, mine is soft and round.
I get dressed in my pale pink loungewear and run a brush through my long locks before leaving the bathroom.
Valentina’s sitting on the sofa, a frown on her face as she holds up her tablet, which displays an image. It’s the side profile of a handsome man.
“We found him, Kat. We fucking found him.”
I stare at the slightly blurry image, placing a hand on my chest as my heart clenches painfully. Every nightmare rushes to the forefront of my mind as I take in those cold, haunting eyes.
His lush brown locks fall over his forehead, and I can see his chiselled jaw. My heart thunders as I realise who I am looking at.
The boy I fell for the day he protected me from his own father.
The Alpha of The Fuego De Ceniza Pack.
~ SIENNA ~I shouldn’t be here.Everyone knows I got in because of who my dad is – was. Everyone knows I failed the entrance exams, but I was enrolled by order of the King.A favour and a curse.I was doing fine, until Dad left me, left us. I can no longer concentrate without the panic and nightmares plaguing me, threatening to devour me alive. I can no longer harness my powers without the turmoil and pain inside suffocating me. It’s alive and I have lost the tether of control over it.“Alright! Everyone here is going to be put into divisions!” A loud voice tears me from my thoughts. “For the next six months, you will work together, and some of you may be put into these very divisions upon graduation! So work well together. Each group will be made to balance one another!” the Strategy Master shouts, his voice booming across the large hall.I shrink into my hoodie, wishing I wasn’t here. I don’t deserve to be here. Everyone knows it. All I do is hold people up and if I do let my powers
~ ENRIQUE ~A short while later, we are sitting at our table as several people give short, heartfelt speeches when I hear faint voices on the wind. One sweep of the area and I notice who is missing from the tables of Kataleya’s close family.Sienna Rossi, the daughter of Rayhan and Delsanra, there’s an urgency in her voice.“…I want to know.”Whoever she’s talking to isn’t giving her the answer she wants. I scan the area around, but I can’t seem to find who else is missing.“I can’t,” comes a low male’s voice that is far too quiet to recognise. “Sorry.”I frown slightly as silence falls and scan the area. Where are they?Sienna’s ability when night falls makes it harder to pinpoint her anywhere.‘Everything ok?’ Kataleya asks me through the mind-link.‘Yeah. I just heard Sienna talking to someone, but I didn’t really hear anything much,’ I tell her.Her brow furrows ever so slightly, but she simply nods.A lot has happened over the past few years, and it has changed Sienna in many ways
~ ENRIQUE ~“I do.”Those words leave her lips, sounding better than I had ever imagined them to.“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”I’m kissing her already, my lips claiming hers with passion and love as everyone cheers.We slowly part and I look down at her once more. She looks beyond breathtaking. Like the diosa she is…My gaze rakes over her breasts and I can’t help but smirk faintly. ‘Now that is a view I can devour,’ I murmur huskily. She looks breathtaking in the gown she’s chosen.And I’m happy she’s let my favourite girls get some show time. I love a good view, and this is one of my favourites.She blushes lightly as she looks up at me through her lashes. I take hold of her chin, gently tilting her head up once more, and I simply admire her.Her hands are on my chest, sending a soft crackling tingle through me, teasing me with the promise of pleasure only she can offer me.“I love you, Mi Amor, more than life itself.”“And I love you, more than anythin
Over three years later.~ KATALEYA ~I gaze in the mirror, my heart racing at how I look.I’m wearing an embellished luxurious champagne-coloured wedding dress. The entire bodice and skirt are covered in crystals. It’s fitted to my hips and shows off ample cleavage. The skirt flows out, and despite the weight of the crystals on it, the several layers beneath it keep the volume intact.My tanned skin shimmers and my makeup is soft yet glowing, complimenting my dress. My hair is styled in loose waves, pinned high up where a tiara sits, keeping my long veil, which flows past the trail of my skirt, in place.I’m wearing a diamond necklace and earrings that match my tiara. One that Raihana now adjusts with my veil.“Now you are my kind of bride,” she says, a small smile on her face.“A tad extra and extremely sparkly, you mean?” Alessandra remarks from behind us. She’s already ready. Her smoky eyes and glossy lips compliment her skin tone, and she’s wearing a dusky pink dress. The same shad
~ ENRIQUE ~Fifteen minutes later, I have her out of the bath and on the bed with towels beneath her. She’s on her stomach, a pink blush colouring her cheeks.A towel is wrapped around my own waist, and a bottle of oil is in my hand. One that I now pour into my hands before I start from her shoulders, massaging them slowly and sensually. Making sure to run any knots out.The lights are dim, the ambience in the room sensual, but it’s the look in her eyes and her naked body beneath me that fucks with my head, the intense sizzling chemistry between us fuelling that intoxicating heat.But tonight, she’s a canvas that I will work on…My other hand tangles in her hair as I tug slightly, holding her head in place as I work the back of her neck.She sighs softly, relaxing into my touch. I then run my hands down the centre of her back, making her gasp as I massage her. I then trickle some oil onto her voluptuous ass. She bites her lips as I run my hands down her ass. My fingers slip between her
~ ENRIQUE ~The bathroom, which has also been newly decorated, now holds a large deep bath, one that is now full of bath milk and petals. The delicious smell of shea butter, cherry blossoms, and coconut mixes together in a pleasant concoction.“My love… you did this for me?” she whispers.“You’ve been working hard.” I smirk, “So I thought we could start with a bath and massage before I put you to work again.”She blushes as I place her down and the moment she kisses me, my hands grip her hips; her clothes incinerate, freeing her breasts from their hold. She gasps as she stares down at what’s left of them.“I like you naked,” I murmur, as I step back and remove my own shirt, and she instantly grips my belt, making quick work of it. She’s gotten faster, having improved over the last few months, and she loves to strip me naked as soon as she can.My naughty, dirty, little perfect angel.I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing slightly as I run my tongue along her lips. “Delicious,” I