The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

~ ENRIQUE ~

When we re-enter the hall, the Lycan's final words that he had said to me through the mind-link he could form with other alphas replays in my mind.

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The right thing? But what is the right thing?

She's nowhere in sight and I can't help but search the crowds for her as I take a seat at our table again. This is it, the last few hours to see that beautiful smile.

I'll make sure I defeat those crawlers for her. I'll destroy them and make sure they never hurt her.

I turn sharply towards the door as I see her enter with four other women of her family. Her eyes are downcast, her long hair falling over her shoulder and her hands are locked in front of her.

A vision of pure beauty.

She suddenly looks up through her thick lashes as if sensing me watching her. Our eyes meet, and I swallow hard, looking away.

She really did just make her way into my life, somehow passing through the walls I created.

"Hey, did everything go ok between you and Dad?" she asks as she takes the seat beside me gracefully, placing her hand on my knee. And making all my thoughts go to how I'd love to fuck her right now. Really, Mi Amor, are you so clueless to the effect your touch has on me?

I sit forward, placing my hand on her leg, making her heart race. I slip my fingers under the lace of her stockings, tilting my head as I play with the delicate fabric.

"Your father would have a better answer to that question," I suggest, avoiding giving her a proper answer.

"I'll take that as a yes, it went well," she whispers, her cheeks flushing as she slowly presses her thighs together.

I smirk as I look down at her thighs. How I'd prefer if they were wrapped around me instead.

"What's wrong, Princesa? Are you feeling hot?"

She blushes before she smiles, and instantly, I know she's up to something.

"A little... how about you?" she whispers innocently, her gaze dipping to my crotch before she gives me a seductive smile as she slides her hand up my thigh before running her fingers down my crotch, sending a jolt of pleasure through me and I feel myself hardening in my pants.

She giggles as she moves back. "I think I won that round," she whispers.

Yeah, you won our final round... My smirk fades as I turn away from her, once again reminded of reality.

The rest of the evening goes by in a blur, and with every passing moment, what I need to do comes closer. I handed the file regarding the Chupacabras and the attacks to Leo. The future king of England.Visit J O b n i b.com to read the complete chapters for free. If you are not reading this novel on Job ni b .com, some sentences are incomplete. As talks about voting in the assigned leaders of all areas goes around the room, I know that when the time comes to appoint the head of the Supernatural Council, it will be him who will be chosen.

As the end of the evening nears, the atmosphere becomes a little lighter for those around me. Some couples danced, and many stood around with glasses of expensive wine, but not for me.

I know I must leave, every minute I'm delaying is making it harder for me.

She has barely left my side, aside from when she went to talk to Leo for a bit or went and talked to her family for a short while.

I can't even look at her for long. Whenever our eyes meet, I feel as if she knows what's coming.

"Want to dance?" she asks me.

I glance over to the far end of the conference hall where a handful of people are dancing.

"There's barely anyone dancing," I remark

"Then let's bring the numbers up," she suggests, standing up, and holding her hand out to me.

"I don't really dance."

"It comes naturally, trust me," she responds, taking my hand and I oblige reluctantly.

I can dance, but it's not something I want to do in front of a hall full of alphas.

Or I can see it as a way to piss off the Lycan. I smirk at that, sensing eyes on me. I don't bother turning to see who it is, instead focusing on the beauty before me, deciding to grant her last wish at least. The music is instrumental, I think maybe the cello, but I am not certain. The next song begins, and I instantly realise it's the instrumental version of Despacito. "Not a bad song," I remark.

"Of course not." She smiles at me as I take her hand in mine and place the other on her waist.

We start moving and instantly I'm consumed by her. Her confidence and her skill leaves me in awe. She moves her hips sensually, her feet moving with skill. Why am I not surprised that she knows how to salsa?

She dances, and her body leads me like a snake charmer working her magic. She's right. It comes to you when you are guided by the allure that has mesmerised me.

I spin her out, my gaze on her hips as she twirls around and I glance at her ass before she spins back, grabbing her thigh as she presses it to my hips.

She smiles at me as she arches herself gracefully back and I lower her for a second before I pull her back, spinning her around before we dance face-to-face once more. Mere inches between us.

"Is there anything you are not good at?" I remark.

"I could say the same about you," she whispers, her finger brushing down my jaw as her body moves against mine. I spin her out, my gaze on her glossy lips and when I spin her back into my arms, the urge to kiss her consumes me.

I lean into her, her heart racing, making her breasts heave as the song comes to an end. My nose touches hers as I gaze into her eyes, our breath mingling, and I'm very aware of the heat of our bodies.

"I think that's enough dancing for one night..." I murmur, fighting the urge to kiss her right there.

"Enrique... Her hand on my beating heart is proof she knows I'm conflicted. She reaches up with her other hand, caressing the back of my neck.

Memories of her from when she was a child up until now flash through my mind, everything she's done, every moment... the way I feel when I'm with her and what I am about to do hits me like a bucket of cold water. What I will do will hurt her... why can't I keep her, do I truly feel I wouldn't be able to protect her?

I curl my fingers under her chin, my control spiralling out of control when I freeze.

No.

"Excuse me," I say hoarsely as I pull away as if touching her burns. "Enrique!"

I don't bother answering as I make my way to the exit and find the nearest restroom, relieved it's empty and grab the edge of the sink as I take a deep breath.

Why can't I do it?

Why am I struggling?

I close my eyes for a second before I turn the tap and splash cold water on my face. Never have I felt this conflicted, but I shouldn't be when I know the risks she'll be in. Not only by the Crawler but also my guardsmen.

As if on cue that woman's voice returns. 'Rey Carmesi...

I spin around my aura blazing as her voice enters my mind.

Hugo's words about something dear to me makes me tense but with it clarity hits me. I scoff, for a crazy few minutes lost in her, I begin to lose sight of the cost of keeping her.

A price I will never let happen.

Suddenly, I smell fire and ash and my eyes blaze when I hear footsteps.

What is the meaning of this? Is he coming?

Where are they coming from, anyway?

Scanning the bathroom, I tense, my stomach twisting with unease and that's when they materialise out of thin air. The power that accompanies them radiates off them in waves.

There are three of them, two men and a woman who somehow look alike, yet at the same time they don't. Each one sport reddish hair and deep orange eyes. But it's the look in the eyes of the woman in the middle that makes me assume she's the unspoken leader in charge of them.

'Rey Carmesí, we are here. Present your Ash Stone so we may swear our oath of allegiance upon it. Her voice still holds that mystical edge, but despite the calm tone, there is strength behind it. They go down on one knee and my heart races, knowing that I do not have the answer.

The Ash Stone...

"And if I do not have it?" I ask, hiding my emotions.

The woman looks up and tilts her head. 'You called upon us when you had no right to-'

"Enrique?" My heart almost stops when I hear Kataleya from the hallway.

'Ah... I understand now. Since the Ash Stone is not in your possession, I will ask for something instead...' She glances at the two men before she rises and steps forward. 2

'A price so dear that it will do. A smile flits across her lips, my eyes glimmer as all three rise. The cost of power....

"And what might that be?" I ask. The woman takes another step forward and I raise my finger, my eyes flashing. 'I am still your king. What do you want?'

"Enrique?" Kataleya knocks on the door, and I can hear the worry in her voice.

I ignore her looking at the woman before she now smiles. 'Well, allow me to tell you...

I don't speak, wanting Kat to leave, I don't want them to pay her any attention, but at the same time the way this woman's eyes flicker to the door and her smile, almost as if she's connecting the pieces of the puzzle.

Whatever she asks for, it will not be something I like, that I'm sure of by the power-hungry glint in her eyes...