The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

Kataleya Tamia Rossi is a twenty-year-old young woman known for her tender heart and passionate desire to help all those around her. Many say she is the mirror of her mother, Kiara, in more ways than one.

All of her life she's had one goal, to find the boy who protected her and showed her kindness in her darkest moment. A boy who lost everything in the process. Kataleya has spent the latter years of her life working hard on a project that took root in her mind as a child - a project which has now been brought to life.

The time to meet him again has finally arrived. Kataleya knows she'll have to overcome many challenges along the way but she's ready. Even when her own special abilities are at a stage in which they're becoming extremely deadly to her, she doesn't care. She is ready to risk it all and wants nothing more than to take away the pain and hatred that has burdened the heart of the boy she fell in love with years ago.

Enrique Ignacio Escarra is the ruthless and cold-hearted Alpha of the most powerful pack in Puerto Rico. His goal? To rule the entire island single-handed. But hunger for too much power is deadlier than an arrow through one's heart and Enrique is already shrouded deep in the abyss of darkness.

Will Kataleyas love and determination be able to bring him to the light? Or will his hatred drown her in the poisonous depth of the darkness itself?

Book 5&6 of the Rossi Legacies

Please note each duet runs under one title.

Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire - Book 1 & 2

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin - Book 3 & 4

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1. These Emotions

~ 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.

2. My Vow

~ KATALEYA ~

Staring down at the picture, my memories bleed into my reality until I can taste the salty tears that once ran down my face onto my lips.

I look away only when the pain in my chest becomes too much to bear.

All my life I was treated like a princess, taken care of by my family and our pack. Not only because I am the daughter of the Lycan King but also because of what happened back then, back when our two packs collided.

I was six years old when I was kidnapped by them. I still remember being carried away, hoping that my daddy will save me… but he didn’t come and I was locked away by the monster who had taken me; Sebastian Escarra, the previous Alpha of The Fuego De Ceniza Pack. A man who had sold his soul to the devil himself.

Enrique, Sebastian Escarra’s own son, had been the light that protected me from the darkness, filling me with the beacon of hope even on the worst of days, one who brought me some solace.

Like all things in life, his act of kindness came at a steep price. His own father cut his hand off, costing him dearly for helping me and giving birth to the hatred within Enrique. Because of me, because he helped me.

We were able to end the threat and kill the Djinn that had possessed Sebastian Escarra, but it didn’t take away Enrique’s pain, and he only saw us as the ones who destroyed his life and family. But there had been no way to separate the Djinn from Sebastian’s body and he was too far gone too… but ultimately the pain it caused Enrique was clear in his eyes the day I last saw him.

There was a period of time I stopped using my right hand too, wanting to suffer like he was, I was even tempted to cut it off as a punishment to know how he was feeling. But of course, I never managed to bring myself to go through with it, deciding to help him instead in a way that would benefit him.

I vowed that I would bring the light back to his life, no matter what, and so I took up bionic engineering in hopes that I could create the most impressive replacement prosthetic that would make up for the one that he lost.

It took years of planning, studying and failed attempts to get to where I am today. I wanted something that would transform with him when he shifted, something that is comfortable and something he could wear without it agitating the skin of his forearm surrounding it.

Two years ago, I was blessed to have found a mentor who would help me reach my goal. A man who was the most incredible and smartest person I had ever met, the man who would become my father’s successor when the time came. With his guidance and help, we were able to create exactly what I had dreamed of, bringing to life the most powerful bionic-engineered limb one could ever dream of.

And now here I am, in Puerto Rico, so far from the United Kingdom, to find Enrique and give him this gift. One way or another, I will make sure he accepts it, even if it means he doesn’t want to see me ever again.

I will find you, Enrique.

Soon.

And I will ignite the torch of light within the darkness that I know has shadowed your life.

~~~~~

Two days have passed, but we have found no further leads. Rumour has it that Alpha Enrique rules the entire island, even exerting control over the smaller packs on the island. Be that as it may, locating the base of the Fuego De Ceniza Pack proved nearly impossible.

But I’m not planning on giving up. I look at the two men who are standing against the wall, laughing as they talk about something that I don’t catch. Walking over to them, I smile politely.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for someone, I was wondering if you-”

“Hello, Mami…” One of them says as both of them look me over and I suddenly feel extremely exposed. “Want to join us for a drink?”

“No, thank you. I was-”

“You were saying?” The other cuts me off as he leans forward, almost leering at me, and I step back, disliking it. They are not making any attempt to hide their predatory gaze.

“Nothing,” I say, my voice a little quieter as I turn and walk away.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us? We will show a doll like you a pretty good evening. Not interested?!”

Ignoring them, I turn the corner, trying to calm my heart.

Calm down… doing something rash won’t help me; besides, I don’t need anyone to become aware of me if I use my abilities.

Exhaling and then inhaling, I take a few calming breaths before freezing as the delicious smell of something baking fills my nose.

Dessert!

I look ahead, spotting the small open front café on the corner and smile.

Ooo

Oh, I think I deserve a break! I have been on my feet all day and I think I could do with something sweet! I hurry towards the shop and push open the door, ready to dive into this pocket of heaven…

~

“Gracias.” I thank the woman in Spanish with a smile, admiring the array of treats.

She smiles back. “Enjoy your treats, ah it’s not every day I have such a lovely young lady in here,” she responds in Spanish.

A language I had learned fluently, and it’s the language I’m best in after English.

I dig into my treats, enjoying a bite from one of the guava pastries, licking my lips, and staring out at the street outside.

Everyone is so welcoming, but the moment I ask anyone about the pack location, no one is willing to share. Almost as if you needed a special invitation or some kind of pass to be given the location.

I sigh softly, drinking my coquito, a delicious creamy coconut drink, and sigh again.

How do I find you?

I don’t even know what I will say to him but…

The image that Valentina had of him fills my mind and although it isn’t clear, I know he’s a handsome one.

“Are you alright dear? You have sighed more times than I can count.” The woman who owns the small shop says.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you with that.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright! What is it? Share.”

“I’m trying to find someone… I just don’t know how to reach him.” I answer her hesitantly.

“Oh, is this a lover?”

I blush, but before I can reply, she waves her hand. “Say no more! Do you have a name? I know where everyone lives! Nothing gets by me!”

She probably does, but once I say his name, she won’t tell me.

“I’m looking for Alpha Enrique of the Fuego De Ceniza Pack,” I say quietly.

Her smile falters before she plants her hands on her hips and sighs. “Ah, now I see your dilemma. I’m sorry, but I can’t say.”

“That’s quite alright,” I say, hiding my disappointment. I wasn’t expecting much more. “I thought as much. Thank you anyway. I appreciate it.”

She pats my shoulder and wanders off to clean a table, and I look down at the selection of desserts on the table in front of me. Even food isn’t making me happy right now.

I take a few more bites and I’m about to get up when the woman walks past, placing something on the table, but she doesn’t stop or say anything.

I’m about to call her when I pause, glancing at her back before hesitantly picking up the small square piece of paper. Although I want to check what it is, I don’t want to risk it here. I leave a tip and take my leave. Once outside, I open the paper and read the note that is written clearly in Spanish.

‘I can’t tell you where he lives, but you can often find him at Club Jewels. Good Luck.’

Club Jewels! Finally, a lead.

Thank you! I think, staring through the window of the shop, she’s busy cleaning a table and I promise to thank her properly the next time I see her.

My heart skips a beat in excitement, and I decide to head back to the apartment soon and get ready to go to the club tonight. But first, I need to find out exactly where this club is located.

Well Kat, here goes nothing. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll see him tonight. My stomach somersaults at the thought, and I place my hand against my chest, trying to calm the incessant thumping.

Enrique… Will you recognise me?

3. Club Jewels

~ ENRIQUE ~

The smell of perfume and alcohol fills my nose as I sit on the couch in the booth in the VIP lounge of the club. A place I come often enough for a little distraction from my own mind, duties, and demons.

I swirl the drink in my glass as I watch the three women in nothing but thongs and jewelled nipple coverings dance around the poles, grinding their bodies against one another sensually.

For a moment they manage to capture my attention as two of them rub their boobs together, their hands running over one another’s thick ass. They’re curvy, with meat on them just like I like them, but it’s not enough tonight.

Even when they glance at me before they begin to kiss each other, it doesn’t manage to distract me entirely. They’re satisfying enough to look at, but it’s doing nothing for me.

One of them is my usual, and the other two I selected on my way in, but tonight I’m unable to keep my mind off work.

Two women sit beside me, stroking my chest and thighs, promising a good night if I allow them.

“Loosen up, we’ll deal with it.” My Beta and friend Jose says as he downs his glass of alcohol, his eyes fixed on the woman who is giving him a lap dance. Carlos, my Delta, is also here, but although he’s not mated, he refuses to have a woman serve him.

Cabrón… Why bother coming?

I’m poured another glass as I continue to watch the women in front of me emotionlessly. My face is as cold and expressionless as ever.

“We can pleasure you tonight, Alpha.” One of the women who sits beside me whispers sensually, running her hand up my thigh. They know not to push their limits unless I myself give them permission…

I ignore her, and she doesn’t dare to repeat herself. Everyone knows who I am, and respect is paramount.

“Do you have a plan?” Carlos asks quietly.

I clench my jaw, as I glance out towards the glass window that looks out to the main club, trying to control the anger I’m feeling.

“What do you think? We find him and kill the hijo de puta. It’s fucking simple.” My voice is menacing and low. “This is my land and anyone who so much as tries to claim it, even an inch of it, will face pain and death.”

There’s power and rage in my voice that makes every woman in the room falter. Fear envelops them as strongly as their perfumes.

I’m not called heartless for nothing.

I tilt my head, watching a woman through the glass as she walks through the club below. Her light-coloured curls bounce with every step she takes, and I’m about to look away when she steps up onto the bar area and I get a view of her body.

A body that sends a wave of pleasure directly to my cock.

Now that’s a woman I want beneath me…

She has the perfect body, breasts that you can play with in many ways, and her ass is the type you want to fuck from behind and watch it jiggle as you yank on her lush hair.

My eyes glimmer with a hunger that even my wolf approves of. I am a beast and not many women can handle me, but I don’t care.

Women are made for our pleasure…

“Where are you busy at?” Jose questions, but I don’t answer, and he soon finds what has drawn my attention.

“Fuck, hot damn, now that’s what you-”

“Cabrón, esa es mía.” I say quietly, yet possessively. ‘That one is mine’

I’ve staked my claim here, but there are others out there who are watching her, making my eyes flash in irritation.

‘Luis, that woman at the bar. I want her.’ I mind link the club owner.

‘Ah, Alpha… Lo siento, but she is not one of mine…’ he replies apologetically, sounding scared.

My eyes flash with irritation as I stand up. I’ll get her myself. No woman will refuse me…

I leave the room, walking past my men, the sound of the music louder out here.

The smell of sex, sweat and alcohol hits me strongly, but I drown it out as I make my way to the bar. The crowd parts, knowing exactly who I am, allowing me to pass with ease.

That’s the woman I’m taking home tonight.

I take the seat on her right as the bartender approaches.

“What may I get you?” he asks, lowering his head in respect.

I glance at the woman. She’s not from my Pack, nor is she local… the enticing scent of cherry blossoms flits into my nose and I frown deeply.

“I’ll take a mojito. What will the sexy lady have?” I reply quietly.

She tenses, looking up from where she was fiddling with her phone, and I find myself looking into a pair of beautiful dark eyes rimmed with thick lashes. A slender nose and plump lips that will look excellent wrapped around my cock.

Not only does she have a body I want to fuck, but she has a face to match.

“No thank you, I don’t want anything…” she trails off. Her voice is like a soothing melody, but it’s the accent that triggers every fibre in my being, making anger surge through me; it reminds me of a place that I despise to the very core.

She’s fucking British.

Her heart is racing violently as she stares up at me and I feel my own hatred and anger rise within me like a tidal wave as memories of that vile place return to me.

I look ahead at the glass the bartender has just placed down and grab it, downing it in one as I try to calm the odium that is threatening to consume me.

A part of me wants to simply grab her and fuck the thought right out of my mind as I do her, yet another part of me is getting angrier by the second.

Flashes of memories that I have buried flicker before my eyes, and I clench my jaw. Her sandy blonde hair is a painful reminder of someone I never wanted to remember, and I turn away as agonising pain splits through my wrist. A phantom of the past… A pain long gone… A memory I wish I could forget…

“Do you-”

“This place really does get filled with trash,” I say harshly as I stand up, glaring down at her. For a split second, my gaze flits to her breasts.

Her breath hitches, and I glance back at her. Her large, gorgeous eyes are filled with hurt from my words, but I couldn't care less.

“Pathetic,” I mutter while walking towards the entrance. ‘Let’s get out of here.’ I command through the link to my men. I’ve had enough of this place for one night.

‘An early leave?’ Jose questions. ‘Did the beautiful bombshell decline?’

‘I don’t want her,’

‘So, is she open game?’ Jose pushes, making annoyance ripple through me.

‘No, cabrón, stop fucking around and let’s go,’ I snarl. Irritation flashes through me at the thought of her accepting him. ‘I’m in the mood for blood. Let’s pick some hijos de putas to take out tonight.’

I’m almost at the door when Ruby, one of the strippers who work here, approaches me, batting her thick fake lashes at me.

“Alpha, you look tense…” she whispers, raking one of her jewelled red nails down my chest. “Need me to service you?”

I don’t respond, reaching over and squeezing her ass, which is clad in a tiny red thong, for a couple of seconds. “Not tonight,” I respond, delivering a sharp tap before letting go of her and walking out of the doors and into the night, ready to unleash all my pent-up hell on some losers.

4. Taking a Stance Alone

~ KATALEYA ~

“No thank you, I don’t want anything…” I freeze, realising who had just asked me. That deep baritone sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but stare at that perfectly chiselled jaw as he looks ahead.

Goddess…

He looks even more breathtakingly handsome than the picture, and my heart is racing a thousand beats per hour as I take in that tan skin, that rugged stubble, that sharp nose.

He’s here… beside me.

Those years of waiting and yearning for him, they’re over… he’s right here, just a touch away.

There are not enough words to explain this moment that I have dreamt of for years. Time seems to stand still and it’s just the two of us.

Gone is the pounding music of the club, the shouting and commotion of those around us…

I gaze up at him as he downs his drink.

It’s just the two of us…

The moment the glass is slammed down, I’m thrown back into the present.

Say something!

But my lips are not cooperating. Being so close to him has rendered me speechless and all I want to do is admire him.

He’s grown. Well, of course, he’s grown! He’s no longer a boy. Goddess!

Mustering up some courage, I open my mouth to speak. “Do you-”

“This place really does get filled with trash.” He suddenly cuts in, his voice as harsh as the bitter winter cold and he suddenly stands up, anger emanating off him strong and in line with his powerful aura.

I gasp, sucking in a sharp breath and he looks down at me, his eyes burning a molten liquid gold. He doesn’t need to announce it or display it. It’s clear how much power the man before me holds.

“Pathetic.”

His words cut through me like a knife being twisted inside of me and even as he turns and walks away, oozing power and dominance, it feels as if he has left the knife stuck in my throat. I had pictured a thousand scenarios in my mind, a thousand ways our first meeting would go, but this wasn’t one I had imagined.

He pauses when one of the dancers stops him, clad in nothing but jewelled nipple coverings and a thong, placing her hand on his chest. Suddenly, it feels as if I’m being punched in the guts. I choke up, but I’m unable to look away, despite the intensifying pain in my chest. My lips quiver as he grabs her ass, giving it a squeeze.

I look away. I never thought this could be so painful…

I’m blinded by my tears and the moment I blink, the tears spill down my cheeks. I take a shaky breath as someone passes me a drink and I bow my head, mumbling a ‘thank you’ and gulping it down.

Not that it will help with the agony that I am in. My hands are trembling, and I feel I’m that six-year-old girl again, being shouted at by him.

Goddess… I press a hand to my chest, feeling my heart thump excruciatingly.

I couldn’t even speak… I couldn’t even tell him why I’m here. Sliding off the stool, I suddenly feel dizzy.

I need to pay...

Wanting to get out of there fast, I reach for my bag that hangs on my shoulder.

“How much do I owe for the drink?” I ask.

“It’s paid for,” I hear the bartender’s distant answer.

“Thank- thank you,” I whisper before turning and rushing away, the sound of the music thuds in my ear, my vision swaying and all I can think of is the hatred in his eyes.

Pathetic.

Is that what I came off as?

Why? What did I even say that angered him?

I come to a sudden stop, teetering on the spot, and grab the table, almost hitting the ground head first, my heart pounding violently.

Calm yourself, Kat…

I breathe steadily but my head feels heavy and when I open my eyes, I see double.

Frowning in concentration, I walk down the steps. Did someone put something in that drink?

I barely take another two steps when it feels like I’m about to fall and close my eyes.

How could I have been so careless? I promised Mama and Dad that I’d be careful.

I grip my forehead. I need to let Valentina know, and then hide somewhere and wait until she arrives. I can’t risk being here alone.

Glancing around, I try to make sense of my blurred surroundings.

The throbbing in my head is growing, and I suck in a breath. Who did this? Are they following me?

A sudden wave of unease hits me and blindly I break into a run, the urge to find a hiding spot fast consuming me. Something bad is about to happen!

“There she is!” someone growls.

My heart pounds as I run faster, trying to shift, but whatever they gave me isn’t letting me. How could I have been so stupid to fall into this trap?

My wolf’s sadness seems to wrap around me, almost as if she’s comforting me and I pull on those emotions of comfort. I know our wolves are a part of us, but often I feel like it’s another entity within me, one that is part of me, yet she’s powerful even when I’m uncertain about things. She’s always there, watching over me, ready to come forward whenever I need her.

Maybe I am a little weird but I’m ok being like this.

The sound of my heels and the heavy footsteps behind me ring in the air, clamouring in my ears, a reminder that they’re catching up.

There’s at least four- no… there’s more...

I round the corner, fumbling with my bag and try to get my phone out, but my coordination is off, and I stumble on something, gasping as I tumble to the ground, hitting my knee hard.

I should have been able to avoid that… but I am only becoming dizzier.

The contents of my bag scatter across the ground and I feel around the stone ground, trying to find my phone. Just when I feel it beneath my fingertips and I’m about to grab it I hear the footsteps right behind me.

I scramble to my feet, trying to steady myself. My head is pounding and a sudden wave of heat rushes through me just as I break into a run once more.

‘Valentina?!’

Am I out of range? Or is this drug affecting me?

‘Valentina!’

Suddenly, someone grabs my arm and yanks me around. I frown, raising my hand and backhanding them across the face hard. He growls as he staggers back. Another man lunges at me, throwing me to the ground, and my claws come out slashing through his arm as I kick him off me.

“How dare you touch me!” I scold him in Spanish, making sure to keep my voice as hostile as possible. It isn’t hard when you know his intentions aren’t good.

“Oh, we have a sassy one here,” he replies, laughing. I can’t see his face, but I can tell he’s looking at me. I step back, feeling weak at the knees.

I can smell the blood, a sliver of fear rushing through me, wondering how badly I had hurt him.

I’m going to run out of steam soon enough…

Do I want to use my powers here?

If I have to, I will.

I take a deep breath when my vision darkens, and I almost fall, but an arm wraps around my waist.

Survival.

It’s burned into me like the very breath I need to survive and in the last year, that will has only become more profound.

When danger is at every corner, we must be ready for anything.

No matter what.

My body might be giving up on me, but it’s not enough to keep me down. Nothing will.

But I also know I won’t be able to take them all, not in my current state. There are a few with decent auras.

“Get over here! Help me canton de cabrón!” the man holding me growls, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath. I swing my hand up, punching him in the nose.

He goes flying, the force behind my punch throwing him to the ground.

I close my eyes as I back away, trying to remember the layout of the area when I entered the club. I did walk up this direction, didn't I?

I open my eyes, focusing on the blurred outline of a street lamp. Perfect!

Staggering over, I brace my feet as I wrap my arms around it.

“No, where to run to now, baby?” One of the men mocks.

I will run… but first… I need to let Valentina know my location.

They suddenly circle me, and I grab onto the cool metal of the street lamp.

“Fuck…”

“Why isn’t she out yet? Are you sure she drank it all?!”

“Yes!”

My eyes flash. “I’m sorry, but you forced me to do this,” I whisper, fuelling my powers to help me and with a groan, I rip the streetlamp out of the ground.

I let out a yell of concentration, spinning around and swinging the lamp post clumsily as I stagger under the weight. It’s becoming harder to move… I flinch every time it makes contact with someone.

“Forgive me, Goddess… Ouch, that must have hurt. Yikes. Oops! Ouch! Sorry!”

They shout and the loud crunch or thud when I connect tells me I still have enough in me to cause some damage.

I stumble as the lamp post hits the ground and I almost trip over it. I’m too weak to run, but at least most of them are down. But I can see one or two are moving.

Hide.

I stare at the sky, knowing Valentina will be watching from somewhere nearby. I told her I’ll be at the club so she’s got to be close. I hope she sees this… I raise my hand, sending off a blast of pink fire into the sky. It splits and scatters downwards like glowing cherry blossom petals.

A call for help.

I stumble away and hit into something metal. A bin? I’m not sure, but just as I quickly hurry behind it, ready to crouch down and remain hidden, I hear the screech of tyres as a car pulls up.

Valentina?

I make the mistake of stepping back out to look, the glaring headlights blinding me. I shield my eyes the moment the door opens and I’m hit by that intoxicating scent that I had smelt not long ago, rainforest, summer nights and a hint of charcoal… it’s refreshing yet so addictive.

Enrique…

“What just happened here?” he sounds angry, and my body is telling me to run but I’m out of battery…

I hear a groan from one of the men. “Alpha…”

But he ignores them, and I can hear his footsteps approaching, each one resonating within me loudly.

My eyes flash as my wolf surges forward, wanting to tell Enrique that they are not innocent, but before I can even say a word, a callous hand grips my chin, my heart pounds as I feel tingles rush through me, unable to deny that I’m hyper-aware of his touch.

Even though I know he doesn’t like me, deep down, I believe that he won’t hurt me.

“Did you do this?” he asks in English. He had spoken in Spanish earlier.

Oh, he sounds so sexy!

“I…”

A strong wave of heat rushes through me and my body feels funny but before I can say more, my eyes flutter shut as the darkness suddenly sucks me deep into its fold and I feel my legs give way… A strong arm wraps around my waist holding me with ease, and his scent fills my nose before everything goes blank.

5. Amongst Idiots

~ ENRIQUE ~

“And you expect me to believe that a woman took all seven of you out?” I ask coldly, glaring at the idiots before me.

“Yes, Alpha, we don’t know why she even did that... She first tried to seduce me and when I declined… well, she started acting out.” Idiot number one says.

I stare down at the woman who is still unconscious as she’s lying on the couch in my office, with my jacket over her ass. I don’t know why she’s wearing such a revealing dress. It’s obvious none of these assholes could keep their eyes off her, and it’s irritating me.

“Why do I feel that this entire story is a lie?” I ask venomously. These men are from the most recent pack I’ve taken control of, and I don’t trust the sleaze balls.

“Alpha, it’s no problem. Just let her go,” Idiot number two adds.

“Why? Do you have something to hide?” I ask, turning and glaring coldly at the man who had spoken. He’s sporting a bloody nose and I’m no fool… besides, none of them dared answer my question.

“No! No, Alpha, not at all!” They say in unison.

“Tell me…” I begin as I walk towards them, one hand in my pocket, my aura swirling around me like a deadly poison ready to consume all that it touches. “If she tried to seduce you… then why are you the one with a bloody nose?”

My words hang in the air, dropping with deadly poison, and they pale visibly. They’re all injured, but what intrigues me is the one who has scratches across his shoulder and arm, he isn’t healing and he’s trying to hide it. Is he alright? Why isn’t he healing?

“Alpha, please understand we-”

“Leave. But if I find out that any of you tried to assault her… there will be consequences.” My voice is low, but my open threat is paramount.

No one dares defy me as they walk out, their faces etched into my mind. Once the door clicks shut, I walk over to the beauty who is fast asleep on the couch. She looks like a doll, one I don’t blame anyone for wanting to play with… but…

Her lashes caress her skin, her cheeks are flushed and her pouty lips are parted ever so slightly, making me want to run my finger along them.

A frown creases my brow as I crouch down, forcing her mouth open and taking a sniff of her breath.

The light touch of alcohol taints it and also…

My eyes blaze and I glance over at Jose, who stands by the door.

“Throw the lot into prison. They’ve drugged her.” I snarl venomously as I stand up, moving my jacket down and looking at the small tear in the fabric of her dress beneath her breasts.

My assumptions were right… they did try to assault her.

“Are you certain?” Jose asks, but the moment my gaze snaps to him, he obeys, leaving the room immediately.

I had heard the commotion when we were leaving the club and had felt the surge of immense power and had to check it out… and that strange pink glow…

Who is she?

What is she doing here?

The questions riddle my mind, but I can’t help but still feel the unease and anger when I remember that she’s British.

A place I want nothing to do with… a place that brings back those memories that I resent…

“This is the kind of thing that worries me. We are such a large pack now, and with it, there are so many jerks now in this pack.”

I scoff. “Exactly, for us to watch them. If they continued in the packs they were in, under that hijo de puta as their Alpha, they’d be getting away with a lot worse. I will make sure that order is put in place. No one will get away with something like this. Not under my fucking watch.”

“That’s true… It did need doing. It just sucks that they’re walking around on our territory doing things like this to innocent women. So, what do you want us to do with her?” Carlos asks as he sighs heavily.

“Put her in a room, tie her up, and keep guard. Regardless of whether she was not the instigator in this matter, she’s still on this island, when she shouldn’t be. Was there anything at the scene? Phone? ID?”

“No, Alpha. Nothing.” He replies, lowering his head.

I frown, I’m sure she had a purse at the club. “Did you look properly?” I ask, glancing at him.

He nods. “Yes.”

I exhale, my eyes cold as I look down at her. Her sandy blond curls spread around her… my heart squeezes as I remember a young girl who once entered my life… one I wish I never crossed paths with…

Fire surrounds me, and screams fill my mind, forcing me to turn away from her.

“Are you alright?” Carlos asks quietly.

I give a curt nod, about to leave the office when she stirs. A soft whimper leaves her lips, making me tense. Why does that sound so… sexy? Carlos glances at me and I frown.

“Throw the bastards in prison.” I snarl just as the scent of her arousal hits me.

The drugs may have taken a little time to take effect, but she has been heavily drugged, no doubt with Wolf Rain, the powerful werewolf version of an aphrodisiac that had become extremely popular in the last few years. One that would last far longer than the standard drug.

I’ll put her in a room myself before someone tries something with her. Bending down, I scoop her up and she instantly moans, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

I grit my teeth as I turn and leave the office, carrying her down the hall and pause, debating where to put her before I decide to take her upstairs. The fewer people around her on that floor, the better for her and us.

Another moan leaves her lips as she rakes her hand down my neck before brushing her fingers through my hair.

“Mm… rique…” I can’t make out what she’s trying to say, not sure why I felt it was my name, but her voice is the epitome of sexiness, made to moan in the throes of sin.

Opening the door to one of the many empty rooms up here on the top floor of the packhouse, I carry her over to the bed, placing her down slowly.

“No...” she whispers as she suddenly pulls me down and I topple on top of her, my knee pressed between her thick thighs and I freeze, realising my face is buried between her large cushiony breasts…