The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

14. My Irritation

~ ENRIQUE ~

I stir, feeling great… cracking open one eye, I glance towards the window, where the blinds are open, and the sun is shining in. I don’t remember getting into bed last night…

Sitting up, I kick off the sheet, remembering what happened hazily. My hand goes to my shoulder as I look myself over.

I’m healed.

I knew a bit of rest would do it.

Exhaling, I drop back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling as last night’s strange events return to me more vividly. I needed more answers, but questioning the Rossi Princesa is not something I’m interested in.

Massaging my temples, I get out of bed, adjusting my pants as I stare down at my morning hard-on. I frown, for an odd moment, it almost felt like I had someone besides me. Which doesn’t make sense. I rarely bring women here, unless they’re really worth it.

Women are great pleasure, but they’re annoying as hell.

It’s strange though… I even imagined having big breasts against me. Fuck. The memory of me falling right on top of a big cushiony pair fills my mind and I’m forced to push the image away when my cock twitches.

I shower quickly. There’s enough to deal with as it is, and with Alpha Luis coming in a couple of weeks, this isn’t the kind of drama I wanted around here.

Today I’m going to deal with what happened to her near that club. Get her justice for what happened to her and then get rid of her from this island.

Those hijos de putas will be punished for trying to assault her and for their lies.

Irritation flares at the idiots I have in this pack. My pack represents me and I will not have scum like them here. It is time to enforce order and make sure everyone realises there are certain things that will never be tolerated, especially not under my rule.

Yet, I locked her in the cells.

That annoying thought drifts through my head as I pull on some clean clothes.

Frowning, I push it away and pick out one of my bionic-engineered hands, strapping it up to my wrist. These things were fine for small jobs, but the moment I shifted, they got destroyed. I have been in search of an expert to make something that will transform with my shift. Call me crazy, but it would be impressive.

However, the best in the field are humans who do not know of our kind, leaving me with zero options… replacing these was becoming an expense that I did not like. Money that could be used elsewhere, although I made sure it was out of my personal allowance, it left me lacking the funding to buy myself a separate house. Something I wanted to do.

Dad had a lot of debt, the drug business that he was running and those he had borrowed money from was vast… I’m still paying it off and at the same time keeping those threats at bay. I’m trying, but it’s never enough…

I glance around the room as I open my belt drawer. This Mansion is a place I hated, but the previous pack house was not even worthy of rodents, and I wanted the pack or what was left of it to have a good place to stay, and so it became the pack house.

There is still certain money that comes in from Dad’s old ventures, but I refuse to touch even a cent of the dirty Escarra money on myself, using it instead towards the pack. The Escarra name and whatever is tied to it is as bad luck as the Rossi Princesa being here.

I grab a white belt when I pause, my gaze snapping to my dagger collection that rests on the right half of the drawer. They lay on a velvet pad… but… two have been moved and one is missing.

My eyes flash as I glance around the room. Someone was in here. And they touched my things.

‘Jose!’ I snarl, I had given an order!

‘Alpha! I’m here!’ I can hear him running down the hall before the door opens, and he looks at me wide-eyed. Clearly waiting for me to awaken.

“Who touched my dagger collection?” I snarl “And ones missing, I have already made it clear no one is to fucking come in here!”

“Ah, it was me…” he replies hesitantly, much to my surprise. “Your… you weren’t well, and…I needed it to uh… lo siento, I’m ready for whatever punishment you deem fit for disobeying you.”

He lowers his head and I snarl, slamming the draw shut. That irritates me even further. Now all the daggers need rearranging. “Don’t make mistakes that you need to apologise for! Now get out and call for a meeting. I want all those bastards there and the prisoner… and make sure she has some fucking clothes!” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The image of her naked body as she tried to cover herself flashes in my mind and I won’t deny that it’s fucking with my head. Why the fuck was she made so perfect?

She is not perfect, though. I have to remember that there are plenty of women better looking than her.

Name one.

Fuck it.

Jose's speaking brings me out of my thoughts and I’m happy about it. “Of course, just one question do you have a preference of-”

“I don’t care what she wears. Just make sure she’s fucking covered!” I snap.

I am surrounded by idiots.

“Umm… I was going to ask where, do you have a preference of where you wanted to call the meeting…” Jose scratches his head, but that irritating smirk is creeping across it.

“Any. Where.” I snarl dangerously, my aura flares around me and he quickly backs out of the room.

Idiot.