I heard a gasp and a cut-off whimper, so I raised my eyebrow. Where was she?
I paused when I saw her huddled in the corner, her hands clamped over her mouth and wide, doe eyesstaring back at me with fear. I barely hid my surprise. She was young, really young…
She seemed to be confused as she looked me over, and it was then I realised I hadn’t even been able to sense her until I spotted her. Strange. Her long, light brown hair was a mess, but I could tell she was a pampered little princess from her dress.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered; her voice was soft, too, like her scent. Gentle and full of emotions. I didn’t really hear it often. It was… strange. Who would have thought the Lycan’s daughter would be so much of a disappointment? I was expecting someone brave, strong, and unyielding. How pathetic… at that age, I had already killed.
“I don’t hit girls,” I stated arrogantly, crossing my arms as I walked over to her. “Stand up,” I commanded coldly.
Her eyes widened, impossibly large, her heart thumping. I realised when I entered that I hadn’t heard it either. So, she wasn’t completely ordinary. Wait… was it possible she was hiding her abilities?
She obeyed, standing up quickly. To my surprise, she held my gaze. Hmm... so she was indeed the Lycan’s child. Usually, people would look away. She looked around seven, I thought. She was cute, I had to admit, pretty even, not like the picture I saw of the Lycan... was she really his daughter?
“Is your father the Lycan king?” I asked. She nodded.
“Yes.”
“You don’t look like him.” She blinked, and I shook my head. Of course, she doesn’t look like a grown man. I sounded foolish. “Have you been given food?” I changed the subject, hiding my blunder.
I wasn’t sure why I had even asked… I remembered what I told Father about killing her, but at the time, I didn’t think she would be so little… and innocent, but Father would kill her if he deemed it was best.
“No,” she replied.
I didn’t reply. It wasn’t my business. I was about to leave when she spoke.
“Umm, will they let me go?” She asked softly.
“No,” I stated emotionlessly.
“Oh.” Her voice trembled, and I walked to the stairs swiftly.I shouldn’t stay here any longer than necessary.
“I will see if you are allowed food,” I said simply before exiting and slamming the door behind me.
“Young master, I doubt she is permitted to have food,” Rodrigo said, bowing his head.
“I didn’t ask you for your opinion,” I replied coldly, walking off.
If she isn’t allowed food, then she isn’t.I didn’t care.
Then why couldn’t I shake the thought out of my head?
Alejandro
Another day hadfucking gone by, but nothing. I was not far from Marcel’s pack and decided to stop by. He had joined in on the search and had told me I needed a break. As much as I fucking didn’t want to stop for the night, I knew I had to keep my fucking energy up. The search for Kataleya was not going to stop; when we stopped, others took our place. There wasn’t anything solid yet, but we did get some information on some odd events over the last few months, and it was down south, so we’d fucking see.
I walked through the huge silver gates of the Sangue Pack with Marcel at my side, everyone bowing their heads to us as we passed. They had come a long fucking way since they first became a proper pack. They were like any other pack, despite being rogues to start with. Marcel had done a good job and had managed to bring the unruly wolves under his control. Despite being manipulated by our mother and under her control, he had been strong enough not to let it get to his fucking head.
This pack was seen as outcasts by many. Over the years, that image faded, and people weren’t treating them as badly or coldly as they once were, but, despite that, the seed of hatred lingered in the form of none other than my nephew… Leo Rossi. Even when we entered Marcel’s mansion, he was coming down the staircase and paused in the process of pushing up his sleeves. Like me, he was fucking tatted all over. His pale blue eyes only seemed to get paler and colder as the years passed. He was seventeen, but he was almost as fucking tall as I was. His chocolate brown hair only added a few fucking inches, too…
“Alejandro,” his icy voice came.
“Leo. Good to fucking see you. You’ve grown a few inches,” I replied, giving him a smirk despite how fucking worried I was about Kataleya. His face didn’t change, but he gave me a curt nod.
“I’m out,” he told his father.
“Leo, stay for dinner. Your cousin Kataleya’s still not found. Perhaps you can give some insight,” Marcel suggested quietly. He raised his eyebrow.
“And that’s my issue, why?”
