~ KATALEYA ~ I tiptoe, cupping his neck, needing to know if I kiss him again, will I feel pain or not? It breaks my heart knowing that there’s a darkness within him, one that perhaps is hurting me. I need to know if that first kiss was the only one that was pure… He leans down, closing the gap between us, before our lips collide, stealing my breath away as we kiss. A beautiful, deep, passionate kiss fuelled by the desire that breathes through our veins and thrives on the pull that is inevitable between us. My eyes flutter shut, and I’m consumed by him. No…, this isn’t like the second kiss… but it’s also not like the first… there’s something different… something far more illicit. It’s deep, passionate and there’s something entirely erotic about it… His arm snakes around my waist as he presses me up against the wall, our bodies crushed against one another, and I gasp, feeling his manhood bulge in his pants through the thin fabric of the t-shirt I am wearing. Pleasure dances through m

~ KATALEYA ~ I’ve heard stories of homewreckers, women who have no shame of being in a relationship or simply messing around with a man who is taken. And Enrique is very much taken in terms that he’s engaged. I know over dinner they said they wanted to finalise the engagement, but their being here was pretty much a done deal. I should have known that. Until he has told her what he has planned, I shouldn’t have allowed him near me, even if I love him… I wrap my arms around my knees, resting my head on them. I don’t know how I will face Marie, oh how horrible I am! I bite my lip as tears trickle down my cheeks. She was so good to me. Imagine being engaged to someone and then seeing them with someone you had treated with kindness and politeness. I cringe with disgust and shame. Last night no longer felt like a pleasant moment. It was wrong. Completely wrong! Anger, hurt and frustration at myself swirl viciously around me, like a swarm of angry bees. “Come out, do you plan to stay

~ ENRIQUE ~ I watch as Marie storms down the hallway, her anger clear and I can’t fault her. Her rage is valid, regardless of the fact that her words irritated the fuck out of me. This wasn’t the intended plan and if her father wants to see this deal through then she will need to stick to it. I frown deeply, not wanting to let my conscience come forward. The part of me that is telling me that I’m forcing her against her will; that although she’s already made it clear this was a decision made on her behalf by her father, it is set and decided. I know I’m being fucking unreasonable, but I really don’t fucking care. ‘Carlos, if you wish to survive another day without me castrating you, lock Marie, our precious guest in the dungeons. Now. And dare defy me and I will fucking lock you up for a fucking year!’ ‘Y-yes Alpha.’ The festering poison of my wrath bubbling inside of me needs an outlet, and who better to take it out on the person I once considered a friend? I turn my gaze on the

~ KATALEYA ~ Great power. Power that intensifies with every word that leaves his lips. For a moment, time seems to still, and all I see is the power and the aura that swirls around him… a deep reddish orange, but… it’s different from those eyes. His eyes, a stunning liquid gold at that moment, the light highlighting every angle of his face. This power… I don’t know what it is or where he’s bringing it from, but every word he speaks -every word, every meaning of each word rings in my mind. “By the fiery embrace of the sun, the powerful shroud of the moon, the celestial light of the stars and the heart of the earth; I, Enrique Ignacio Escarra, the last of my bloodline, summon forth the power bestowed upon me as the rightful heir of the sacred title. Let these bindings be shattered, the shackles sundered, and the unleashed energies come forth!” Before my eyes, I watch as that aura spreads from him. Then there is silence. Silence, that makes me wonder if I’ve lost my sense of hearing

~ ENRIQUE ~ After giving my orders, most of the pack disperses, and I order Carlos the fool to overlook a few of the staff. I asked to pack up mine and Kataleya’s stuff, mainly essentials for me. It’s not necessary but… It’s easier for two people to move than everyone else. “Enrique, do you need to do this? This is your home,” Jose asks quietly. “You should be happy I won’t be in your hair constantly, cabrón.” I frown and hold my hand out. “Knife.” He looks confused for a second, but instantly takes out his pocket knife and hands it to me. “If only you always just listened.” I mutter, slicing into my hand, “Hand.” He silently holds it out, and I slice his. “I, Alpha Enrique Ignacio Escarra, hereby make you, Jose Moreno, the Beta of the Fuego De Ceniza pack.” I grip his hand, our blood mixing, and I feel the shift as he comes back into rank. “Don’t fuck it up this time,” I say, turning my back on him. “Enrique…” The moron really doesn’t get it. I frown at him and he smirks slight