~ ENRIQUE ~ I return home, my mind a disastrous mess of emotions. I head upstairs, my paws making the floorboards creak before I enter my bedroom. I shift, staring down at my cock. I’m still hard. Fuck, who am I kidding? There is nothing I want more than to plough into her, take her V card for my own and revel in the fact that I’m the first man to taste her. If she feels half as good wrapped around my cock as kissing her felt… then… My cock throbs at the thought, blood pulsing through it, and I drop onto the bed, wrapping my hand around my shaft as I close my eyes. My heart is still racing from the speed that I had run back at. I now envision her, naked and dripping with water as she presses her voluptuous tits together, the way her coyness mixes with seductiveness… the way her body felt… her smooth pussy that I just want to bury my face in. I suck back a groan as I jerk off to the thought of her, relishing in the memory of her lips against mine, her nipples grazing my chest. Her

~ ENRIQUE ~ Something is wrong with me, at times I feel like I’m not myself, almost like- Almost like my padre… And that is something I would never wish for. What am I doing? I drop into my seat, hating the words I said to her. Even as they left my mouth, I wanted to stop. Then why didn’t I? Self-control is something I have, for the better part, but then why didn’t I? I look down, wondering if this so-called revenge is going to be worth it? Is this the revenge that I’m seeking? What Alpha uses a daughter against a father? Me. Madre sure would be proud. I think sarcastically. I lean back, staring at the ceiling. The feel of her lips lingers against mine. That kiss… impulsive, fuelled with rage and anger, it hadn’t been like the first… Yeah, she still felt incredible and still tasted delicious but it was almost as if she had frozen up… and I realised I could kiss her against her will as many times as I wanted to… but if she doesn’t want to kiss me back, it won’t feel the same

~ ENRIQUE ~ I change into grey pants and a plain white shirt for dinner. Pushing my sleeves, I adjust the straps to my prosthetic, switching the battery on, and flex the robotic limb. It’s black, with some movement, I don’t tend to use this one often, even if the movements are better, it draws more attention and although I don’t care what people think of me, it’s when they ask what happened that irks me. Luis knows enough, but the way his daughter doesn’t know when and how to shut up, I have a feeling we’ll be facing a lot of stupid questions. Putting on my belt, I walk to my office, drop into the seat and look at the files regarding the mysterious attacks and the images of the dead bodies. What are you? The summit is in under two weeks, before then I need to see what this might be. Even if it means diving beneath the surface of the waters to find the source… Standing up, I walk over to the shelf and take down the wooden box that contains the crystal necklace and look at it. The

~ ENRIQUE ~ “…goodnight I will-” I stop in my tracks when Kataleya’s voice reaches my ears. “Not so fast, princess. You see, although you are rather overweight, I still find you extremely gorgeous, so why don’t-” My eyes flash recognising Luis’ voice, his words sending a ripple of irritation through me. “Stop.” “I just mean-” “Oh, I am absolutely certain what you meant, Alpha Luis, and I’m not interested. Whether I am overweight or not, that is no way to talk to someone, especially when my weight is no one else’s business. As for what you are insinuating… I am not interested at all.” There’s a short pause and I smirk coldly. This fucking viejo verde. Does he really think she’ll even spare him a second glance? I scoff internally. She’s fucking- I stop my train of thought abruptly. I remain silent, not moving. There’s no need for me to step in. She’s handled him perfectly. She might not admit it, but she’s as strong as she is fucking sexy. “Have a good night, Alpha Luis.” I h

~ ENRIQUE ~ What is going on? I pull her top down a little, looking at the two deep cuts that run down over her shoulder and back. “Fuck, why is this happening to you?” “What?” she asks softly, pain visible in her glittering black eyes as I grab a towel and press it against the wound. “The Crawlers, this is their doing, is it not? So why are they after you? There are plenty of people out there with powerful auras, like your padre. Why are they specifically targeting you?” I growl, feeling frustrated that there’s nothing I can do to stop this from happening. She looks down, shaking her head, “I don’t know, but we assume it’s the kind of power I possess,” she whimpers when I move the towel slightly. “Lo siento, come here.” I scoop her up and place her on the edge of the tub and run the tap. “Why…” she whispers. I don’t know what she is about to ask, but I have no answer to anything right now. Reaching around her from behind, I extract a clawed nail and with the sharp edge, I cut