“But you didn’t do it,” she said softly, coming over and placing the second plate in front of the king, who was leaning against the worktop. He ran his hand through her hair before picking up his spoon.
“Eat,” he commanded. His powerful aura rolled off him, and I was forced to pick up my spoon. I didn’t like being told what to do.
“I might have done it. I had every intention of doing it. So will you kill me now?” I asked, eating some of the cake. It was really tasty…
“Why would we kill you?” the Queen Luna asked.
She was very beautiful. Her large eyes seemed to contain so many emotions. No wonder the Lycan said she had helped him see the light. If Madre had treated Padre like this… or more like if Padre let Madre be by his side, would he have been different? I pushed the thoughts away angrily.
“For trying to kill your son?” I raised my eyebrow as if this was obvious.
“That was a shit move, kid,” the Lycan added.
“So, kill me.”
“You didn’t kill him. You yourself hesitated. You did the right thing, and I’m proud of you.” The Queen Luna smiled. “Why did you want to hurt him?”
“To do something for Padre… because…”
“Because he doesn’t fucking need you anymore?” The king’s cold voice asked. I looked up at him, trying to hide the pain inside of me.
It hurt.
I clenched my jaw and nodded, trying to act like I didn’t care.
“You’re the one who doesn’t need that fucking bastard. Listen to me, kid, when I find him, I am going to rip him to fucking shreds. He’s fucking abused you all your damn life, and you think this shit is okay? It fucking ain’t-”
“Alejandro…” The Queen placed her hand on his shoulder.
I felt the anger, the sadness, and the pain in my chest. It was true. Padre wasn’t fair… it wasn’t fair at all.
He growled, slamming his fist on the table and denting the worktop, making me look up into his glowing red eyes.
“Listen to me, pup. You don’t need to go back there. When I find him, I will be fucking ripping his throat out, but it’s up to you if you want to return to your pack or not.”
He wasn’t lying… he was going to kill Padre… or Padre would kill him. One or the other had to die because it was clear neither would stop until the other was dead. But which one’s death would ultimately be better? Padre, who always seemed to hurt people? Or the Lycan, who Padre said was a monster? Why did Padre seem like the monster? Was I being blinded, or was I seeing things properly?
“I will be going back, if you let me. Even if Padre is killed, the pack needs me.”
Did they need me? I was useless. I stared at my stump, feeling bitter.
“Then, I think it’s high fucking time we find his ass,” the King replied coldly.
I knew where Padre might be… but should I tell them? I looked up, catching the Queen’s concern as she watched me. A small smile crossed her face, and for a moment, she reminded me of the chica.
At that moment, I made my decision. I thought it was time I told them, so I could get away from her and this family. I didn’t like how they made me feel…
“I know a few names of locations where Padre has houses in the United Kingdom,” I stated, placing my spoon down. “But in return for the information, I want something.”
Rossis & Westwoods
Alejandro
Enrique had given us seventeen fucking locations. As shocked as I fucking was that the fucker knew that shit and we had to wait for him to tell us, I was grateful he told us of his own accord. I wasn’t happy with his request…
Kiara had become silent, and I understood her concern. His words rang in my mind once again. I paused as I looked at my reflection, the conversation replaying in my mind.
“Fine, what do you want in return, pup?” I asked.
