The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness novel Chapter 21

~ 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 heaviness in the very atmosphere is becoming darker… reminding me of those monsters. Are they here?

“Wake up,” I command her, but she remains unmoving despite the thundering of her heart.

Are they coming?

Glancing around, I lift her off the bed. If they’re about to come, I need to put her somewhere safe so I can deal with them. I suck in a breath, freezing at the intense level of darkness that is swirling around her and almost drop her.

‘Jose, Carlos! There’s something-’

Before I can even flip her onto my shoulder, she screams.

It rips through the air, ringing through the room. A scream of true pain, one that tears at my heart in an inexplicable way.

The evil in the air thrums through me like a seductive whisper, calling me.

What is going on?

I quickly place her down, my heart thundering in my ears as her body trembles. Dark bruises that look exactly like the ones that were forming on my shoulders appear across her neck, spreading down over her breasts and when I lift the hoodie, I can see that it is spreading across her waist and hips, too.

‘Secure the grounds! There’s a high chance something is about to attack. Anyone out on the streets gets inside!’ I command.

How are they doing this? Where are they?!

“Kataleya!” I growl, ignoring the fact that I said her name as her body convulses.

She’s in pain, her heartbeat is going crazy and she’s lost all colour.

‘There’s nothing here Alpha… all secure.’

‘Precaution cabróns!’

How then…?

“Kataleya!” I shout as I pull her into my arms, trying to stop the spasms that are jarring through her. There are tears streaming down her cheeks, and the bruises are becoming darker.

What the fuck is going on?

“Jose! How did you heal me the other night?!’

The door bursts open, and he and Carlos are both standing there, I can hear the commotion as the entire packhouse is rushing from their rooms on alert.

“I didn’t heal you. She did.” Jose admits, his face pale as he stares at her neck where the bruises have crawled up to her jaw. The marks my fingers left gone beneath the much darker bruising.

It takes me a fraction of a second to comprehend what he said, and my head snaps up to him.

“Who the fuck healed me, you hijo de puta?”

“I’m sorry, Alpha, but you weren’t doing great, and the water would have taken far too long to purify and the bruises were spreading,” he mutters, lowering his head.

My emotions are conflicted as my gaze snaps to the woman shivering in my arms.

She saved me?

I clench my jaw not knowing what to make of that. I owe her.

“Get me a dagger,” I order, suddenly standing up and placing her on the bed.

Carlos acts fast, rushing to the drawer, picking one up and bringing it over to me.

“What are you going to do?” Jose asks nervously.