The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness novel Chapter 8

KATALEYA.

My eyes fly open at those words.

“No, not at-”

“Don’t lie to me. What is it? Never seen an Alpha with a disability?” He throws at me venomously, his eyes filled with contempt as he sits back in his throne-like chair.

He doesn’t even need a throne. The power that radiates off him is enough of a reminder to show who wears the crown here.

He is the Alpha, there’s no doubt about that, but his aura intrigues me. How powerful is he?

“Are you going to stare all day? This isn’t a circus.”

My heart constricts at his words, and I shake my head. “No, it’s not that – I… Having a disability never makes a person beneath anyone or any less capable. My mother has a disability, but it does not stop her from being the most incredible woman ever. I admire her, and I can also see that you too are a great Alpha.”

He cocks a brow, scoffing contemptuously as he opens his drawer and takes out a cigarette, deftly placing it between those gorgeous lips of his, and flicking the lighter as he lights his cigarette.

I have never approved of smoking, even if we are werewolves, because I dislike having to get it out of upholstery, but he does look oddly… charming, in a naughty… sexy way.

“Don’t try to relate to me… Sit the fuck down, I don’t have time to waste on the likes of you,” he snarls, tossing the lighter back into the drawer.

I don’t want to waste his time, and so I sit down quickly, my wet hair falling in front of my face, but his frown only deepens as he looks at me, as if something I did just irritated him even more. I blow the hair, but it refuses to budge, and so I raise my bound hands and brush the strand of hair off my face.

He turns away, clearly irritated by me.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you,” I say quietly.

I’m just annoying him…

No… I mustn’t be too nice. What if he decides to let me go because I’m well-behaved?

We can’t have that happening. This is my chance!

Yes, I have to be rude.

Looking up, I stick my chin out, channelling Dad and Skyla. “Actually, I’m not sorry.”

There, I did good!

I am proud of myself if I do say so myself.

Well done, Kat.

His gaze snaps back to me and I think there’s a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but it’s gone as fast as it came and instead, he cocks his brow coldly.

He stands up and walks around the desk, smoking his cigarette. Once again, my heart fluttering at the fact that he is right here in front of me…

The gold of his small hoop earring in his right ear glints when it catches the light before he leans against his desk, crossing his ankles as he observes me.

“You might not look like a killer, but I’ve learned looks can be deceiving, one of the men that you attacked last night is dead.”

My blood runs cold as I stare into his hazel eyes as those words sink in like a bitter poison.

What?

I shake my head vigorously, realising what he’s insinuating. “That wasn’t me.” I defend my heart racing.

“Then explain to me why his wounds didn’t heal?” His voice is quiet, yet that in itself is extremely deadly.

He picks up a few photos that had rested face down on the table and tosses them at me. I flinch, closing my eyes as one of them knicks my cheek, cutting into my skin before they scatter around me, and one lands on my lap.

Gazing down at it, it’s an image of an arm… those are the scratch marks I inflicted on one of my attackers last night.

They’ve not healed up, but… that’s not my doing… My attacks don’t kill, they only take longer to heal depending on the person, but even then they don’t kill.

“Don’t lie to me!” His words are cold and cutting. He tosses his cigarette on the floor, crushing it beneath his boot.

Suddenly, he grabs my throat brutally, choking me.

I gasp as I gaze up at him. “I’m not lying! My… It’s true! Th-that when I inflict a wound, it takes a little longer to heal, but it should have healed by morning and there was nothing more- Ah!” His nails are digging into my skin, his eyes blazing gold as he glares at me and for a moment, I don’t think he’s even listening to what I’m saying. Only his rage is rising. “I swear, I didn’t kill him.”

“I will be the one to decide if that is the truth or not.” He lets go of me as he looks away, his eyes returning to normal. “What intrigues me is that you aren’t afraid. Do you think that you can get away with whatever crime you commit? Regardless of how severe they are?”

“No! I told you I didn’t kill him. But you should be careful. If he’s dead, then something happened and instead of wasting your time accusing me, you need to find the culprit.” I say, unable to stop myself.