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~ ENRIQUE ~ “I don’t like the fact we have a royal in the cells.” Carlos sighs as he sips his mojito. “Neither do I. The United Kingdom might be small, but they’re powerful. I don’t think we want to piss off the Lycan King.” Jose adds quietly, his voice blending with the thudding of the music in the club. We’re down at Jewels because today had just been too fucking much, and I needed a break. But even while I’m here all I can think of is her. Even Jose isn’t having any fun, which is not normal for him, but Carlos doesn’t make fun of either of us either. Seems no one is themselves today. Even my fucking wolf is irritating the fuck out of me with his restlessness. We sit here staring, unseeing, at the distractions down below that seem to be rather dull tonight. “She’s no royal in my eyes,” I reply arrogantly, thinking of the woman who reminds me of a princesa right out of a storybook with that hair and those curves. “Yet you call her Princesa.” Jose mocks. I exhale slowly, “Cabró
~ ENRIQUE ~ It’s complete silence down here… Turning the corner, I head right to the back until she comes into view. Once again, I didn’t pick up her heartbeat. For a second, I stop, freezing as a wave of nostalgia washes over me. The way she’s sitting brings back memories. Her knees are up, her arms wrapped around them and her head resting on her knees. “Get up,” I command, my stomach twisting, but before I let my mind wander, I shut down the thoughts that threaten to creep into my mind. She stands up gracefully, her eyes sparkling, and she smiles at me coyly. Why the fuck does she look like she’s fine? “Can I help you with something, Alpha?” She asks innocently, but fuck, there’s something about it that makes my dick twitch and I frown. “Stop acting like I’m fucking visiting you at your home, although this is your home right now.” I smirk coldly, “But there is actually something you can help me with. But we both know you don’t really care to listen or obey, right?” I cock a b
~ ENRIQUE ~ The phone goes off several times, and soon I’ve lost count of how many times someone’s entered the fridge. It’s actually shocking how many times the pack members eat. Maybe I should up their training, they eat like fucking animals. No wonder money is spent like water, they’re fucking gluttons. I’m drifting off again when my phone chimes. I’m already sick of the damn tune. I sit up, seeing the green glow light up around the edge of the screen. I almost ignore it, feeling far too comfortable in my seat, but glancing at the clock, it is past three in the morning now… It must be the thief. I sit up, unlocking my phone and check the camera. “I got you,” I growl, seeing a hooded figure prowling my shelves. I can tell from that ass it’s a woman and what irks me is she’s picked up another one of my custards. Fuck. I stand up, and quickly and silently exit my office, heading down to the kitchen quietly. My eyes glimmer as the unsuspecting thief continues to eat MY food. I
~ KATALEYA ~ His eyes snap up to mine, and I’m scared he’ll get angry again, so I quickly continue. “I’ve been working on something for some years, and I wanted to give it to you. But things didn’t go as I thought… I knew it was going to be hard, but I never realised how difficult… I came here and things happened. You hate me… hate us…” It pains me to admit those words out loud, but there is nothing I can do but explain this in the best way I possibly can without upsetting him. “And what exactly did you need to give me? Because I can assure you, I don’t want anything from you,” he counters icily. “I know… and that’s why I was hoping to stay here until you were more accepting of me… to give me a chance to prove that we didn’t mean to make things worse for you. We had no choice but to end the Djinn-” “There are always options!” he growls, stepping closer. “No… there wasn’t, because my aunty was going to kill the Djinn and give up her life in the process.” I whisper. “There was no o
~ ENRIQUE ~“Then kill me… If it will ease the pain in your heart, I will die willingly.”My eyes flash as she promises those words so carelessly as if her life is something so small and invaluable that she’s willing to throw it away or speak those words so carelessly when we all fucking know life is precious.That simply angers me more. They act like they’re willing to die for others, but the fucking truth is they haven’t experienced death the way I have.They use it in heroic remarks that carry no fucking weight.Suddenly, an intense ripple of some sort of magnetic shift fills the air, and everything dulls. Before I can even speak, she suddenly tenses up, her head snapping towards the ceiling as she stares unseeingly past me, her brilliant pink eyes full of…Terror.There’s no other way to explain it.What’s happening to her?I’m about to call her when her body gives way, and she’s about to fall to the ground, but instead, I push her backwards, so she lands on the bed behind her.The
~ ENRIQUE ~ “She could heal you, and if saving your life costs me mine, I’m willing to die,” Jose says. “Señorita Kataleya Rossi has no ill intent… and if I told you her reason for being here, you would not like it.” I laugh mockingly. “Oh, I don’t like her being here regardless of her fucking reasons and I already learned what they are.” I snarl, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him up against the wall behind us. He grunts as his head smashes into the wall behind us. “Did you think I would accept that piece of prosthetic trash that she thinks can work wonders?! Did you feel sorry for me and think I needed it? I’m the strongest in these waters, and you know that!” Confusion flicks across his face. “Prosthetic?” I cock a brow. “What else?” Why is he fucking confused? Did I just fuck things up and make them worse by mentioning that detail? “I just knew that her coming meant goodwill for us. Nothing more. I know you don’t like her or the Lycan King, but she is light, the mo
~ KATALEYA ~ I look in the mirror, staring at my reflection. His Luna. No matter how much I denied it or told myself we could never be, it never took away these emotions that I have no control over. But it isn’t meant to be like this. Even if those words feel like a dream, they are not. Maybe the beginning of a nightmare, maybe not. Especially when I witnessed the look in his eyes, that dangerous glint that told me he was planning something. Something that promised pain and havoc. He’s trying to hurt me, using my confession that I blurted out against me and I… I will let him because I am here to help him. Not to gain his love, nor to win him over, but to lift the darkness that shrouds his very being. And I can’t help him if I’m locked up in the cells. I’m not sure how much as a Luna he will treat me, but I will take what I can and use everything in my power to make the most of this situation. In fact, this is a better-case scenario in many ways. I just wish it wasn’t at the exp
~KATALEYA~ I won’t let you. We’re silent for a moment, both of us simply looking the other square in the eye. Neither of us speaks before he looks away first as he turns away and picks up his jacket. “So Princesa, don’t waste my time. Go get dressed, we’ll catch breakfast while out.” My eyes light up at that despite the burden his words have left on me, and I hurry to the bathroom. “I’ll be quick!” I promise, shutting the door. Inside the bathroom, my smile fades. If that is his aim, to hurt Dad through me, then he’s in for a surprise. I love Enrique. That is a love that grew within me since I was a child, but Dad? He’s my father, the man who really would never hurt me. Someone who loves me and has raised me. I won’t let anyone hurt my father, even if it’s the man I love… I love them both, but the truth is that it is going to be difficult making sure they don’t hurt one another, because just as I won’t let Enrique hurt Dad, I will make sure Dad doesn’t hurt Enrique either. Why