The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness novel Chapter 22

~ 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 most light I have seen on this island in years.”

“Yeah, and she’s also brought fucking darkness with her. Are you blind cabrón or just stupid?”

“As your Beta, it’s my job to advise you and point out the truth. You’re a good Alpha, Enrique, and I’m certain she has feelings for you… have you considered the possibilities of how this could be good for us, of the possibilities it could bring if you made her your Luna? More, far more than Alpha Luis’ daughter would!”

My mocking smirk vanishes, and I stare at him. “Take the Lycan's daughter as my Luna? I’d only do that if I wanted to…” I trail off, a sudden thought entering my mind.

If I wanted to cause him pain…

And she was ready to do anything…

“Enrique, your eyes… what’s wrong?”

Unbeknown to him, he might just have given me the ultimate idea to destroy the Lycan…

“Nothing at all,” I murmur as I look him in the eye. “I actually feel… pretty powerful…”

“Enrique…”

“Get the fuck out,” I command. He obeys hesitantly, but it’s a direct order and that is something he cannot defy.

I walk around my desk and sit down in my seat, the sudden idea of how to get the perfect revenge on the Lycan now within my grasp…

She says she loves me… she’s willing to die for me…

I can’t help but chuckle, throwing back my head as I laugh out loud, wondering how I never saw it before.

She’s blinded… here all alone…

My laughter only gets louder as I realise that my revenge is already before me.

His little pure-hearted princesa, I’m sure he’s got a soft spot for her, and how better to break him than to destroy her?

I toss the cigarette up, catching it in the palm of my hand and crushing it in my fist before I rest my elbows on the desk, placing my prosthetic hand on top of the other and resting it beneath my chin as I smirk, staring ahead at the door to my office.

Never have I felt so… powerful and in control. The idea of breaking the Lycan and forcing him to his knees excites me.

This… this is how you get revenge!

This is the perfect solution. How had I not seen it before?

How was I trying to send her away when keeping her here would make her and her father suffer?

I should thank Jose for his incredible idea. I might not give him such a strict sentence.

‘Alpha, the doctor said she’s doing ok, but she’s exhausted. Her blood pressure is a bit high but she’ll be fine soon. She just needs rest.’ Carlos’ voice comes.

‘Excellent.’ I stand up and exit my office. I’ll deal with Jose later, for now… for now I will deal with the princesa.

Smirking coldly, I make my way to my bedroom just as the doctor steps out.

“Thank you,” I say to him as he lowers his head and leaves.

“Leave,” I order Carlos,

“Yes Alpha,” he replies.

“Oh, and let Jose know he will be punished and stripped of his rank.” Carlos’s face falls.

“Enriq-”

“I said leave,” I growl.

He bows his head, a small frown on his forehead before he walks away, most likely to find Jose. Entering my bedroom, I shut the door behind me, staring down at the woman on the bed.

One of the Lycan’s precious jewels.

I sit at the edge of the bed. The rage inside of me is… calming. Almost welcoming…

I run my fingers through her hair, my finger tracing the smooth skin of her neck, the bruise already quite faded.

The perfect plan to destroy the Rossis.

And all thanks to this little chica who couldn’t forget the boy who is long dead.

Foolish…

Stupid…

Yet so perfectly excellent for me.

Her eyes flutter open as she scans the room, fear in her eyes - before they land on me, her gaze snapping to my hand that is tangled in her hair before they snap to meet my gaze.

Concern flashes in her eyes and I smirk.

What a foolish girl. Is she worried about me?

“You’re awake.”

“Yes…” she says as she slowly gets up, glancing down at the shirt she’s wearing, touching her stomach.