~ 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 mo

~KATALEYA~ I won’t let you. We’re silent for a moment, both of us simply looking the other square in the eye. Neither of us speaks before he looks away first as he turns away and picks up his jacket. “So Princesa, don’t waste my time. Go get dressed, we’ll catch breakfast while out.” My eyes light up at that despite the burden his words have left on me, and I hurry to the bathroom. “I’ll be quick!” I promise, shutting the door. Inside the bathroom, my smile fades. If that is his aim, to hurt Dad through me, then he’s in for a surprise. I love Enrique. That is a love that grew within me since I was a child, but Dad? He’s my father, the man who really would never hurt me. Someone who loves me and has raised me. I won’t let anyone hurt my father, even if it’s the man I love… I love them both, but the truth is that it is going to be difficult making sure they don’t hurt one another, because just as I won’t let Enrique hurt Dad, I will make sure Dad doesn’t hurt Enrique either. Why

~ KATALEYA ~ He stands there with my phone in his hand and a sharp expression in his eyes. “The firewall, I’ve not seen its kind before. What’s the reason for such security, princesa?” I feel uncomfortable. I had heard how he had shouted at Jose regarding my phone. I didn’t like it… it was almost as if he was extremely angry with him. “For my privacy,” I reply, looking at my phone that he’s holding. There’s a high chance he is going to destroy it, but I am hoping he doesn’t. I wasn’t expecting him to even realise the level of encryption it has, as there are pictures and some messages that you can see if you simply unlock it. But extra security, emails, past conversations, and restorations that are all blocked. My Alpha is smart, even if he clearly failed in getting through the security. “What do you have to hide?” he asks as he advances towards me. My heart pounds and I remember the moment from the dressing room. That feeling… he had left me with an ache that I can’t seem to for

~ ENRIQUE ~ The sound of the waves hitting the shore are violent, almost as if agitated, trying to contain the impending storm. I exhale as I look at the Manatees that litter the shore. Drained of blood, and they have a circular bite that reminds me of a piranha’s teeth. There’s a few bruises on the body where it had been held down. “And not just Manatees…” Carlos says as he places a bundle he’s holding down. I glance down, my stomach churning, before closing my eyes. The sight before making me sick. There in the blanket was a child with the same puncture marks covering his face. His body is grey and swollen with water deforming it, proof he’s been in water for a while. Something is out there, and it is hurting more than just animals. This is the third attack where it’s a person that has been found dead. “Still no sighting?” I say, lifting the child’s head and wrapping him up in the cloth properly. He barely looks above five years old. Somewhere… someone’s lost a child. He’s human

~ KATALEYA ~ Oh no! Oh no! I rub his back once again but this time he’s fine, as he raises his hand telling me to step away. Oh dear, this is not how I wanted this to go! I pout as he gulps down the rest of the water I had brought for him before he stares at the ceiling for a second, inhaling and exhaling dangerously and then he turns those liquid gold eyes on me. Oh dear, here we go. “Lo siento…” I pout. “And who gave you the permission to go down to the kitchens?” he growls. He’s angry about that? “Um me? You want to use me for my strength it’s only fair I get to use your kitchen.” I say, smiling sweetly. But his jaw simply ticks with irritation, it’s obvious he had come upstairs to show off his desserts. I guess that backfired. Oh dear, maybe his inflated alpha ego is damaged. The poor guy. He frowns, his gaze dipping to my chest before he turns his glare to his desserts. “If you don’t want to finish it off, I’ll be happy to take it off your hands and have it myself,” I