8. His Shocking usation


    KATALEYA.


    My eyes fly open at those words.


    “No, not at-”


    “Don’t lie to me. What is it? Never seen an Alpha with a disability?” He throws at me venomously,


    his eyes filled with contempt as he sits back in his throne-like chair.


    He doesn’t even need a throne. The power that radiates off him is enough of a reminder to show


    who wears the crown here.


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    He is the Alpha, there’s no doubt about that, but his aura intrigues me. How powerful is he?


    “Are you going to stare all day? This isn’t a circus.”


    My heart constricts at his words, and I shake my head. “No, it’s not that – I… Having a disability


    never makes a person beneath anyone or any less capable. My mother has a disability, but it does


    not stop her from being the most incredible woman ever. I admire her, and I can also see that you


    too are a great Alpha.”


    He cocks a brow, scoffing contemptuously as he opens his drawer and takes out a cigarette, deftly


    cing it between those gorgeous lips of his, and flicking the lighter as he lights his cigarette.


    I have never approved of smoking, even if we are werewolves, because I dislike having to get it out


    of upholstery, but he does look oddly… charming, in a naughty… sexy way.


    “Don’t try to rte to me… Sit the fuck down, I don’t have time to waste on the likes of you,” he


    snarls, tossing the lighter back into the drawer.


    I don’t want to waste his time, and so I sit down quickly, my wet hair falling in front of my face, but


    his frown only deepens as he looks at me, as if something I did just irritated him even more. I blow


    the hair, but it refuses to budge, and so I raise my bound hands and brush the strand of hair off my


    face.


    He turns away, clearly irritated by me.


    “I’m sorry for upsetting you,” I say quietly.


    I’m just annoying him…


    No… I mustn’t be too nice. What if he decides to let me go because I’m well-behaved?


    We can’t have that happening. This is my chance!


    Yes, I have to be rude.


    Looking up, I stick my chin out, channelling Dad and Sk. “Actually, I’m not sorry.”


    There, I did good!


    I am proud of myself if I do say so myself.


    Well done, Kat.


    His gaze snaps back to me and I think there’s a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but it’s gone as fast


    as it came and instead, he cocks his brow coldly.


    He stands up and walks around the desk, smoking his cigarette. Once again, my heart fluttering at


    the fact that he is right here in front of me…


    The gold of his small hoop earring in his right ear glints when it catches the light before he leans


    against his desk, crossing his ankles as he observes me.


    “You might not look like a killer, but I’ve learned looks can be deceiving, one of the men that you


    attackedst night is dead.”


    My blood runs cold as I stare into his hazel eyes as those words sink in like a bitter poison.


    What?


    I shake my head vigorously, realising what he’s insinuating. “That wasn’t me.” I defend my heart


    racing.


    “Then exin to me why his wounds didn’t heal?” His voice is quiet, yet that in itself is extremely


    deadly.


    He picks up a few photos that had rested face down on the table and tosses them at me. I flinch,


    closing my eyes as one of them knicks my cheek, cutting into my skin before they scatter around


    me, and onends on myp.


    Gazing down at it, it’s an image of an arm… those are the scratch marks I inflicted on one of my


    attackersst night.


    They’ve not healed up, but… that’s not my doing… My attacks don’t kill, they only take longer to


    heal depending on the person, but even then they don’t kill.


    “Don’t lie to me!” His words are cold and cutting. He tosses his cigarette on the floor, crushing it


    beneath his boot.


    Suddenly, he grabs my throat brutally, choking me.


    I gasp as I gaze up at him. “I’m not lying! My… It’s true! Th-that when I inflict a wound, it takes a


    little longer to heal, but it should have healed by morning and there was nothing more- Ah!” His nails


    are digging into my skin, his eyes zing gold as he res at me and for a moment, I don’t think


    he’s even listening to what I’m saying. Only his rage is rising. “I swear, I didn’t kill him.”


    “I will be the one to decide if that is the truth or not.” He lets go of me as he looks away, his eyes


    returning to normal. “What intrigues me is that you aren’t afraid. Do you think that you can get away


    with whatever crime youmit? Regardless of how severe they are?”


    “No! I told you I didn’t kill him. But you should be careful. If he’s dead, then something happened


    and instead of wasting your time using me, you need to find the culprit.” I say, unable to stop


    myself.


    He scoffs mockingly, but there’s no amusement on his face as he tilts his head, a strand of his


    glossy chocte locks falling across his forehead. One that I am tempted to touch…


    “I know how to run my pack, I don’t need advice from trash. I have several means to find out exactly


    what happened to him, but I assure you if I find out it’s you… you will learn how we deal with traitors


    here in Puerto Rico.”


    There’s something chilling about that and I nod, but I’m not deterred.


    “And if I am innocent?” I challenge softly.


    “You aren’t.”


    My eyes sh at his confidence in those words, my heart racing. “I am, but if I am proven innocent,


    then what will you do?”


    “You can leave and get off my ind.” He says quietly.


    “No. If I am innocent, then I want one request to be fulfilled by yourself, Alpha Enrique.”


    “What will it be? What do women like yourself want? To have that cunt of yours fucked? It must be


    easy to spread your legs for every Alpha youe across, right? Tell me, do you want me to fuck


    you, Princesa?” he asks harshly, his tone mocking and degrading as his eyes rake over me,


    lingering on my breasts.


    His words sting and my cheeks burn at what he’s insinuating.


    How could he think of me like that?


    Maybe I’ve thought of- no no no, not like this. Not when he’s insulting me!


    “No thank you, you can keep your- your thing for the women at that club you like to visit. Only the


    one who is worthy of me will have me,” I reply defiantly, jutting out my chin.


    His eyes glimmer gold as they dip to my breasts again.


    “B-but I want one request that isn’t to do with that... fulfilled, please.” I continue, his gaze making me


    nervous. This is why I needed a bra!


    He isn’t impressed, nor phased by my bravery, instead he scoffs.


    “I’m everyone’s fucking type.” He replies arrogantly, and I can’t deny I agree with him. That jaw,


    those lips, and those dreamy eyes are enough to melt the heart of any woman. “Who do you think


    you are, Princesa, that you think I am going to grant you whatever you desire?” The dark aura that’s


    emanating from him, a warning that I am ying with fire.


    “An innocent, held prisoner… and as an Alpha, one must acknowledge their mistake,” I reply softly,


    feeling like I will never get through to him.


    His eyes sh as he grabs the back of my locks, painfully yanking me forward as his eyes lock with


    mine. My heart is pounding, his warm breath fanning my face.


    “Don’t give yourself so much importance. When your dead body is returned to your family, they will


    learn how the Alpha who will one day rule every single Caribbean Ind is not someone who will


    leave a debt unpaid. And he is not one that forgets…”


    My breath hitches as I stare into those smouldering eyes, my heart sinking.


    Those words… why do I feel like he’s speaking of the past?


    Does he know who I am?


    It doesn’t matter. My heart bleeds at the festering darkness that I can feel radiating from him. He’s


    hurting, and he’s turned that pain into hatred.


    “And I am one who will always stand by the truth. If you are confident that I am the criminal here,


    then why are you afraid to ept the deal?” I whisper.


    His jaw tenses as he lets go of me and stands up suddenly, his heart thudding.


    “Very well… you have yourself a deal, if I find that you are the reason one of my men is dead… then


    I will kill you, and I assure you, I show no mercy.”


    I gulp and nod.


    “Deal…” I murmur, and although I want to tell him that anything I did was in self-defence, I don’t


    think he’s going to care.


    “Get out.”


    The door opens and I nce at his back, broad, stiff, and one that oozes dominance and power.


    For once I have nothing to say, and when Alondra and Gabri pull me from the seat, I feel like I’m


    failing already.


    I sigh heavily as the door is shut by therge guard and he silently follows us once more. We’re


    heading back to the same room when suddenly I feel it.


    A cold creeping chill that I have felt before.


    Please, not now.


    My heart pounds as I look over my shoulder and down the hall that now seems to fill with darkness,


    fear embedding deep into my bones.


    They’re here.


    And I know they’vee for me.