14. My Irritation


    ~ ENRIQUE ~


    I stir, feeling great… cracking open one eye, I nce towards the window, where the blinds are


    open, and the sun is shining in. I don’t remember getting into bedst night…


    Sitting up, I kick off the sheet, remembering what happened hazily. My hand goes to my shoulder as


    I look myself over.


    I’m healed.


    I knew a bit of rest would do it.


    Exhaling, I drop back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling asst night’s strange events return to me


    more vividly. I needed more answers, but questioning the Rossi Princesa is not something I’m


    interested in.


    Massaging my temples, I get out of bed, adjusting my pants as I stare down at my morning hard-on.


    I frown, for an odd moment, it almost felt like I had someone besides me. Which doesn’t make


    sense. I rarely bring women here, unless they’re really worth it.


    Women are great pleasure, but they’re annoying as hell.


    It’s strange though… I even imagined having big breasts against me. Fuck. The memory of me


    falling right on top of a big cushiony pair fills my mind and I’m forced to push the image away when


    my cock twitches.


    I shower quickly. There’s enough to deal with as it is, and with Alpha Luising in a couple of


    weeks, this isn’t the kind of drama I wanted around here.


    Today I’m going to deal with what happened to her near that club. Get her justice for what happened


    to her and then get rid of her from this ind.


    Those hijos de putas will be punished for trying to assault her and for their lies.


    Irritation res at the idiots I have in this pack. My pack represents me and I will not have scum like


    them here. It is time to enforce order and make sure everyone realises there are certain things that


    will never be tolerated, especially not under my rule.


    Yet, I locked her in the cells.


    N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    That annoying thought drifts through my head as I pull on some clean clothes.


    Frowning, I push it away and pick out one of my bionic-engineered hands, strapping it up to my


    wrist. These things were fine for small jobs, but the moment I shifted, they got destroyed. I have


    been in search of an expert to make something that will transform with my shift. Call me crazy, but it


    would be impressive.


    However, the best in the field are humans who do not know of our kind, leaving me with zero


    options… recing these was bing an expense that I did not like. Money that could be used


    elsewhere, although I made sure it was out of my personal allowance, it left mecking the funding


    to buy myself a separate house. Something I wanted to do.


    Dad had a lot of debt, the drug business that he was running and those he had borrowed money


    from was vast… I’m still paying it off and at the same time keeping those threats at bay. I’m trying,


    but it’s never enough…


    I nce around the room as I open my belt drawer. This Mansion is a ce I hated, but the


    previous pack house was not even worthy of rodents, and I wanted the pack or what was left of it to


    have a good ce to stay, and so it became the pack house.


    There is still certain money thates in from Dad’s old ventures, but I refuse to touch even a cent


    of the dirty Escarra money on myself, using it instead towards the pack. The Escarra name and


    whatever is tied to it is as bad luck as the Rossi Princesa being here.


    I grab a white belt when I pause, my gaze snapping to my dagger collection that rests on the right


    half of the drawer. Theyy on a velvet pad… but… two have been moved and one is missing.


    My eyes sh as I nce around the room. Someone was in here. And they touched my things.


    ‘Jose!’ I snarl, I had given an order!


    ‘Alpha! I’m here!’ I can hear him running down the hall before the door opens, and he looks at me


    wide-eyed. Clearly waiting for me to awaken.


    “Who touched my dagger collection?” I snarl “And ones missing, I have already made it clear no


    one is to fuckinge in here!”


    “Ah, it was me…” he replies hesitantly, much to my surprise. “Your… you weren’t well, and…I


    needed it to uh… lo siento, I’m ready for whatever punishment you deem fit for disobeying you.”


    He lowers his head and I snarl, mming the draw shut. That irritates me even further. Now all the


    daggers need rearranging. “Don’t make mistakes that you need to apologise for! Now get out and


    call for a meeting. I want all those bastards there and the prisoner… and make sure she has some


    fucking clothes!”


    The image of her naked body as she tried to cover herself shes in my mind and I won’t deny that


    it’s fucking with my head. Why the fuck was she made so perfect?


    She is not perfect, though. I have to remember that there are plenty of women better looking than


    her.


    Name one.


    Fuck it.


    Jose''s speaking brings me out of my thoughts and I’m happy about it. “Of course, just one question


    do you have a preference of-”


    “I don’t care what she wears. Just make sure she’s fucking covered!” I snap.


    I am surrounded by idiots.


    “Umm… I was going to ask where, do you have a preference of where you wanted to call the


    meeting…” Jose scratches his head, but that irritating smirk is creeping across it.


    “Any. Where.” I snarl dangerously, my aura res around me and he quickly backs out of the room.


    Idiot.