His Irritation
Unknown POV
Ifrowned, watching my father pace the room in anger as I stood against the wall; chin up, shoulders back, hands crossed behind my back, ready and paying attention to whatever he might say.
He took his jacket and gloves off, revealing his burnt skin.
The side of his face was burned, too, but it wasn’t as bad as the rest of his body.
People found him quite scary, with his skin all raw and burnt.
The burns didn’t look normal either; they had an angry red shade to them despite them being there since before I was even born.
But Father was still the best, the strongest, and the most powerful.
“I asked you, men, to bring me the boy,” Father hissed, staring at the four men who looked almost identical to each other, with their flaming red hair and pale orangey eyes. Power exuded from them, but it didn’t match Father’s; nowhere near close.
“Alpha… we tried, but he wasn’t making it easy. The boy or this girl-”
“Did I ask you to talk back, hijo de puta?” Father spat, his powerful aura blanketing the room.
I looked down. No matter how angry he was, he wouldn’t hurt me…
I kept my gaze straight ahead when Dad ripped through one of their necks.
The gargling sound of choking and the strong smell of metallic blood filled the room, and I swallowed, trying not to gag.
Father wanted me there so I learned exactly how to keep order within our people.
Father was strict and dangerous; he was the perfect alpha, one I wanted to become just like when I was old enough. He was my role model. A true king.
I glanced at the body of the man he had killed emotionlessly.
“Tell me, mijo, if an order is given, what do we do?” Father’s cold glare was on me, and I smiled confidently, making sure no emotion reached my eyes.
“We complete it by all means necessary. There is no such thing as failure,” I replied emotionlessly.
“That’s my son.” Father’s glare returned to the other three men. “The girl is useless, without even an ounce of power or aura within her. The Lycan won’t care if she’s collateral damage. She’s not his heir!”
“King… forgive me for speaking up, but from what we have been told, the Lycan actually loves his children. I think he will want her back,” one of the men replied quietly. Father’s lips curled in disgust, his burned skin stretching as he did so.
“She’s a girl! I don’t think anyone will come for her! She is useless to me!”
I frowned, tilting my head. A girl? I didn’t know that they had managed to bring one of the Lycan’s children… albeit the wrong one. I had heard of his abilities even from across the ocean. He was said to be a force to be reckoned with. Well, I guess he hasn’t met Father.
“Padre… it’s worth a try. If it doesn’t work, just kill her and send him the video,” I shrugged. Father smirked coldly, his eyes full of burning rage and pride.
“That’s an idea.” He turned his gaze on the other three, his hatred and anger growing tenfold.
I frowned. I wanted to see the girl… the child of a Lycan. Was she powerful? People said they could already sense my aura, although I was only ten.
“May I see her?” Father looked at me, frowning as if he had not expected that request.
“Very well. You may.” He said, “Take him!”
One of the men nodded, bowing his head to Father before I made my way out of the room, pausing for him to walk ahead and lead the way. I had no idea where she was kept, after all. I wouldn’t deny that I was curious to see her.
“Alpha Prince, she’s in the basement.”
I raised an eyebrow with curiosity. A basement in this place? I didn’t even know there was one. We had been away from our home for the last year… but Father had important work here, more so with this Lycan.
We walked through the pantry, and Rodrigo unlocked the huge padlock. I was a little curious. If she was nothing special, then why was she kept under such security? The metal door screeched open.
“I’ll manage alone from here, Rodrigo. Wait upstairs,” I said emotionlessly.
I wasn’t sure how old she was, but I was sure even if she was older than me, I could take her if she tried anything funny.
Clearly, Rodrigo thought the same as he didn’t argue.
I walked down the stairs, and the scent of cherry blossoms and a soft cotton breeze filled my nose.
I frowned. That wasn’t exactly what I was expecting a Lycan’s hybrid to smell like.
I scanned the darkness down below. There was a small arch that led to the toilet and sink, but then the rest of the room was empty.
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 eyes staring 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 had fucking 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?”
I frowned, my anger flaring up, but I wasn’t going to lash out when that was what he fucking wanted.
I saw myself in him, and it wasn’t a pretty sight.
Rafael had been there for me when I let the darkness consume me, and I intended to be there for Leo continuously, even if he was a fucker that I wanted to smack over the head most of the fucking time. Fucking pups.
“Leo!” Marcel growled.
“What? Will eating together solve the fucking issue? I don’t think so,” he scoffed before pushing past his dad and walking out. The door slammed shut behind him.