The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

5. Amongst Idiots

~ ENRIQUE ~

“And you expect me to believe that a woman took all seven of you out?” I ask coldly, glaring at the idiots before me.

“Yes, Alpha, we don’t know why she even did that... She first tried to seduce me and when I declined… well, she started acting out.” Idiot number one says.

I stare down at the woman who is still unconscious as she’s lying on the couch in my office, with my jacket over her ass. I don’t know why she’s wearing such a revealing dress. It’s obvious none of these assholes could keep their eyes off her, and it’s irritating me.

“Why do I feel that this entire story is a lie?” I ask venomously. These men are from the most recent pack I’ve taken control of, and I don’t trust the sleaze balls.

“Alpha, it’s no problem. Just let her go,” Idiot number two adds.

“Why? Do you have something to hide?” I ask, turning and glaring coldly at the man who had spoken. He’s sporting a bloody nose and I’m no fool… besides, none of them dared answer my question.

“No! No, Alpha, not at all!” They say in unison. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Tell me…” I begin as I walk towards them, one hand in my pocket, my aura swirling around me like a deadly poison ready to consume all that it touches. “If she tried to seduce you… then why are you the one with a bloody nose?”

My words hang in the air, dropping with deadly poison, and they pale visibly. They’re all injured, but what intrigues me is the one who has scratches across his shoulder and arm, he isn’t healing and he’s trying to hide it. Is he alright? Why isn’t he healing?

“Alpha, please understand we-”

“Leave. But if I find out that any of you tried to assault her… there will be consequences.” My voice is low, but my open threat is paramount.

No one dares defy me as they walk out, their faces etched into my mind. Once the door clicks shut, I walk over to the beauty who is fast asleep on the couch. She looks like a doll, one I don’t blame anyone for wanting to play with… but…

Her lashes caress her skin, her cheeks are flushed and her pouty lips are parted ever so slightly, making me want to run my finger along them.

A frown creases my brow as I crouch down, forcing her mouth open and taking a sniff of her breath.

The light touch of alcohol taints it and also…

My eyes blaze and I glance over at Jose, who stands by the door.

“Throw the lot into prison. They’ve drugged her.” I snarl venomously as I stand up, moving my jacket down and looking at the small tear in the fabric of her dress beneath her breasts.

My assumptions were right… they did try to assault her.

“Are you certain?” Jose asks, but the moment my gaze snaps to him, he obeys, leaving the room immediately.

I had heard the commotion when we were leaving the club and had felt the surge of immense power and had to check it out… and that strange pink glow…

Who is she?

What is she doing here?

The questions riddle my mind, but I can’t help but still feel the unease and anger when I remember that she’s British.

A place I want nothing to do with… a place that brings back those memories that I resent…

“This is the kind of thing that worries me. We are such a large pack now, and with it, there are so many jerks now in this pack.”

I scoff. “Exactly, for us to watch them. If they continued in the packs they were in, under that hijo de puta as their Alpha, they’d be getting away with a lot worse. I will make sure that order is put in place. No one will get away with something like this. Not under my fucking watch.”

“That’s true… It did need doing. It just sucks that they’re walking around on our territory doing things like this to innocent women. So, what do you want us to do with her?” Carlos asks as he sighs heavily.

“Put her in a room, tie her up, and keep guard. Regardless of whether she was not the instigator in this matter, she’s still on this island, when she shouldn’t be. Was there anything at the scene? Phone? ID?”

“No, Alpha. Nothing.” He replies, lowering his head.

I frown, I’m sure she had a purse at the club. “Did you look properly?” I ask, glancing at him.

He nods. “Yes.”

I exhale, my eyes cold as I look down at her. Her sandy blond curls spread around her… my heart squeezes as I remember a young girl who once entered my life… one I wish I never crossed paths with…

Fire surrounds me, and screams fill my mind, forcing me to turn away from her.

“Are you alright?” Carlos asks quietly.

I give a curt nod, about to leave the office when she stirs. A soft whimper leaves her lips, making me tense. Why does that sound so… sexy? Carlos glances at me and I frown.

“Throw the bastards in prison.” I snarl just as the scent of her arousal hits me.

The drugs may have taken a little time to take effect, but she has been heavily drugged, no doubt with Wolf Rain, the powerful werewolf version of an aphrodisiac that had become extremely popular in the last few years. One that would last far longer than the standard drug.

I’ll put her in a room myself before someone tries something with her. Bending down, I scoop her up and she instantly moans, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

I grit my teeth as I turn and leave the office, carrying her down the hall and pause, debating where to put her before I decide to take her upstairs. The fewer people around her on that floor, the better for her and us.

Another moan leaves her lips as she rakes her hand down my neck before brushing her fingers through my hair.

“Mm… rique…” I can’t make out what she’s trying to say, not sure why I felt it was my name, but her voice is the epitome of sexiness, made to moan in the throes of sin.

Opening the door to one of the many empty rooms up here on the top floor of the packhouse, I carry her over to the bed, placing her down slowly.

“No...” she whispers as she suddenly pulls me down and I topple on top of her, my knee pressed between her thick thighs and I freeze, realising my face is buried between her large cushiony breasts…