ENRIQUE "Do it." Dante repeated. "What are you waiting for? Kill me. That’s why you are here, aren’t you? I even left the window open for you." He wasn’t afraid or even alarmed, he was simply watching me calculatingly. How did he know that? "You knew I was going to come?" I asked sharply. How? "This isn’t what I saw though…" He murmured, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. He closed his eyes and I frowned. Wasn’t he going to shout for help? "Kill me and get it over with. My parents are out as it is. Now is your best chance." He added arrogantly. My anger flared through me as he turned onto his side, his back to me. I raised the piece of glass, but once again the image of the Chica’s face filled my mind. If I kill him… she’ll… Her tear-filled eyes flashed in my head, and I stared at the glass. What the Queen Luna and the Lycan King themselves said… the fact that they didn’t need to keep me here in their home. They didn’t need to treat me nicely, but they did. If the Lycan want

RAYHAN The tension in the room grew, to the point where it felt suffocating. I know he hated how I handled things years ago, but like I’ve said, I wouldn’t do anything differently. All I can do in return is be patient with him. I hadn't seen him in a while and he looked older, bigger, and bulkier, but the hatred in those eyes of his only seemed to have grown... He held my gaze, and although I didn’t submit, for the sake of peace, I broke our eye contact, turning back to Uncle Al. The rest greeted one another, I gave Marcel a nod before glancing at uncle. "So, Marcel and Liam will go with Mom?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Yes, they will. They’ll be leaving tomorrow morning." Uncle sat forward, his eyes on Kiara, who was standing next to Liam a lot more comfortably than she had been around any of us lately. This entire situation had messed everything up for us all. We just needed to have this all sorted out. It was fucking with me seeing Delsanra in that state… "Now Enrique has gi

KATALEYA I ran down the stairs quickly before Mama caught me listening, my tears spilling down my cheeks. Why did Enrique hate me so much? Was it because his papa took his hand off because of me? I clamped my hand over my mouth, rounding the corner as I stifled a sob, only to knock into Daddy and almost fall back. I got to my feet, ready to run away when he caught hold of my arms, kneeling down in front of me. "What’s wrong, princess?" I shook my head, flinging my arms around his neck and sobbing into his arms. He picked me up and I clung to him. I know Dante calls me a baby when Daddy carries me, but I'm sad. "It’s going to be fucking ok." He stroked my hair, and I closed my eyes, inhaling his smell. "Tell me what happened?" Safe. I was safe with Daddy. I slowly moved back, staring at him, I needed to be brave and strong. "Nothing Daddy, I'm a brave girl." I whispered, brushing away my tears with one hand. "My girl is fucking brave. Always remember that." I nodded, playing w

ALEJANDRO "Harder baby!" She moaned. The shower water poured down on us as I had her pushed up against the tiled walls, one hand tangled in her hair, the other hooked around her lush thigh as I fucked her ass hard from behind. The pleasure that I had been deprived of was now rushing through me, as I stared at her ass which was covered in welts and bruises from our night of sex. We had crashed at one point, but I had woken up to Kiara on top of me, my cock in her mouth looking so fucking sexy, and that had awoken the beast within me all over again. Now we had come to shower, but seeing that ass of hers sticking up so fucking sexily had fucked me over completely, and that’s how we ended up banging against the shower wall. "Fuck!" She screamed and I could feel my own orgasm close. I reached around, shoving two fingers into her pussy as I continued to fuck her in the ass. "I’m going to come, ah!" She moaned hornily. "Then come for me." I growled, yanking her back and biting into her n

KIARA It was the day Enrique was leaving. The weather was cool, and although the sun was shining, it didn’t match the mood of the Rossi Mansion. Looking at him standing there with nothing but a small cross-body bag with some cash and a passport, broke my heart. He was a child with his life ahead of him, but seeing the empty look in his eyes, it was like he had given up on his life. Kataleya stood hidden behind the front door. She didn’t say anything to him or try to meet him again, he had said nothing to her. I could hear her stifled sobs as she peeped out through the crack, knowing that this was the last time she’d see him. I hated seeing her in pain too… "Are you sure you don’t want the phone?" I asked, holding up the phone he had passed back to me. "No thank you, Queen Luna." He replied, his eyes cold. "He doesn’t fucking trust it." Alejandro said, crouching down before the boy. "So, one of my men will take you to the airport, you get on the flight and you’re in Puerto Rico. A