My Actions
Enrique
They had installed cameras in my room. I wasn’t stupid.
But I planned to use them to my advantage.
I had pretended to be asleep and set the bed to look like I was sleeping when the guards changed spots.
It was risky because if they had a recording, they could turn it back and see what I had done, but as long as I got to do what I needed to do, then I didn’t mind what they did to me. At least I could make Padre happy.
I had been pressed against the outside of the window, making sure to stay against the wall when the patrol passed.
I stood there for long enough that I knew the exact timing.
There were two standing at the bottom, but they took a ten-minute break twice every night.
I had my window open, so my heartbeat was the same as if I was in the room. Now I just need them to go…
“Let’s go grab some coffee, bro,” one of them murmured.
“Yeah.”
They walked off, and I quickly looked to the adjoining balcony. I had less than ten minutes. I needed to get to the Lycan’s son’s room. Padre wanted him. I’ll make him proud.
I stepped back, ready to jump, and broke into a run, flipping in the air for leverage and grabbing onto the wall of the balcony next to mine.
I winced, wishing I had my right hand; it was always my better one.
I struggled, pulling myself over the ledge and looked at the window.
I had to be careful about passing the next window because it was in use.
The Lycan prince’s room was the one after.
I glanced at my pocket, where I had my weapon ready. I had broken a mirror earlier today but pretended I was just angry and upset. I took the chance to hide a piece, and that piece would kill the Lycan’s son.
I jumped onto the other balcony, praying no one heard me, but the windows were shut.
The next room was my destination, and even if I had to break the window, it was okay as long as I killed him in time.
My heart was thumping, the fear of being caught and failing Padre growing with each passing moment, but there was something else too…
The chica’s face.
I didn’t understand her. She kept defending me, kept worrying for me. It must be because she knew I had lost my hand because of her. Well, it wasn’t worth it. She was just a spoiled princess who didn’t understand anything about life. She made me angry.
I kept down and, with ease, climbed onto the small balcony outside his room.
To my surprise, his balcony doors were wide open.
I frowned, peering inside. There he was, sleeping on the large bed, his heartbeat steady.
The lights were off, but the star ceiling above his head moved peacefully.
I slowly padded into the room, taking my weapon out.
Plunge it into his heart and then tear it out.
It was simple. Just like padre had taught me.
Kill or be killed.
My heart was thundering, and I wondered if the boy in the bed would feel it. If I made it fast, it wouldn’t hurt, right? He was young, but he already had such a strong aura…
I raised the piece of glass, clutching it so tightly that it cut into my hand.
Do it, Enrique.
Only a coward would attack someone who was sleeping…
No. Padre said it didn’t matter… But then why, deep down, did it feel wrong?
Kill him and make Padre happy…
“Do it.”
My eyes flew wide open, and I found myself staring into a pair of deep red ones…
“Do it,” Dante repeated. “What are you waiting for? Kill me. That’s why you are here, aren’t you? I even left the window open for you.”
He wasn’t afraid or even alarmed. He was simply watching me calculatingly. How did he know that?
“You knew I was going to come?” I asked sharply. How?
“This isn’t what I saw, though…” he murmured, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. He closed his eyes, and I frowned. Wasn’t he going to shout for help? “Kill me and get it over with. My parents are out as it is. Now is your best chance,” he added arrogantly.
My anger flared through me as he turned onto his side, his back to me. I raised the piece of glass, but once again, the image of the chica’s face filled my mind. If I kill him… she’ll… Her tear-filled eyes flashed in my head, and I stared at the glass.
What the Queen Luna and the Lycan King themselves said… the fact that they didn’t need to keep me here in their home. They didn’t need to treat me nicely, but they did. If the Lycan wanted, he could have beaten me as Padre beat the chica.
I looked at the prince, no… the boy before me. I then looked at my right arm, staring at the place where my hand should have been. That wasn’t love. That extreme punishment was wrong…
I watched how they treated their children here. How the Lycan treated his Queen. The Lycan... maybe he was telling the truth... perhaps he didn’t know what the debt was or why Padre was angry. Even I didn’t know the reason. Padre just wanted revenge… maybe Padre was wrong.
“I’m getting bored, are you going to kill me or not?” The annoying boy asked, sitting up. The veins on his body looked painful, and his skin looked pale despite how confident and defiant his eyes were.
I felt a surge of hatred for him. He and the chica, they had a life of luxury. He would grow up and become the alpha he was born to be… and me… I stared at my bloody hand that still clutched the shard of glass and then at my other arm. I would be useless…
“By now, you should know your father is responsible for causing you pain. No one but him,” the boy on the bed stated.
“Aren’t you scared that I could kill you? You are currently very weak.” He smirked.
“I won’t die. You made that clear the moment you hesitated… why did you hesitate?”
He watched me curiously. He knew I was going to come here. What powers did he hold? There was something about the boy on the bed. His aura in itself was immense, like an alpha’s… but how was it possible he hadn’t even shifted?
“You seem to be all-knowing,” I retorted coldly. He raised an eyebrow.
“Not all-knowing…” He looked out of the open balcony, staring at the sky. “Was it because of Kataleya?” I frowned.
“No!” How dare he think I hesitated over a girl? I felt my irritation growing, feeling embarrassed.
“I hear you lost your hand for giving her food.”
“What are you, my interrogator?” I glared at him.
“I thought we were having a conversation, future Alpha to future Alpha,” he remarked, leaning back against his cushions and crossing his arms. I didn’t understand him… I didn’t understand his calmness or his words. Why was he so calm?
“Alpha. I’m not worthy of being Alpha anymore,” I spat, holding up my right arm. He smirked.
“You’re right, but it’s not your missing hand that is at fault. It’s your attitude. You better fix how you think and become a better person, or I will never allow it to happen.”
“Allow what?”
“Fate,” he muttered, closing his eyes. “Now, go. I’m tired, thanks to your dad.”
“What do you mean, fate?” Why wasn’t he answering me properly?
He opened his eyes, and for a moment, it felt like I was looking at someone who was a lot older than me.
“The future isn’t set in stone… tonight you shifted it.”
This boy was annoying, but his words remained in my head. Become better, the future wasn’t set in stone... for some reason, I felt like I had a sliver of hope. I turned away, ready to leave the room, when he called me.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“What?” I glared at him.
“When she came home, she was worried about you. She kept that ripped piece of fabric by her side and begged everyone to find and protect you from your father. Don’t be so mean to her.
” I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
What a silly chica. That was so awkward! What would everyone be thinking?
“I don’t want to talk to her,” I scoffed. “She needs to stay away from me.” He simply chuckled, much to my annoyance. I stormed to the door when he turned sharply.
“Where are you going?”
“Yes, you are right. It’s clear you are not all-knowing,” I replied mockingly and left the room, slamming the door behind me.
I wanted to see what they would do to me. In a flash, there were two guards before me.
“The boy’s escaped!” One of them shouted, and just like that, the Lycan’s nephew, Rayhan, came out of his room, his eyes flashing green. One glance at the bloody glass in my hand, and he rushed into the room behind me. One of the guards disarmed me in a flash, pinning me to the wall.
“What did you do?” He growled as the other one followed Rayhan into the prince’s room.
“What’s going on?” The Lycan’s cold voice asked.
I turned to see him and the Queen Luna coming up the stairs. My heart began racing, no matter how calm I tried to act. Now we’ll see what they do. Their true colours.
His eyes flashed when he saw the glass in my hand and was that fear in his eyes? The Queen Luna paled as she hurried past us to check up on their precious son.
“Dante, are you okay?” the Queen whispered, worry clear in her voice.
“Yes, perfectly fine. May I sleep now?” His haughty reply came. I frowned as the King muttered something in relief from the doorway.
“You’ve done it, kid,” The guard muttered, his face pale.
“Scared you didn’t do your job properly?” I scoffed fearlessly. What was the most they would do? Hurt me? I didn’t care. Padre had done much worse. I was used to it.
“Watch it,” he growled.
“Go question him. I’m tired, I want to rest.”
“You really are a little prince,” the Queen’s relieved voice came.
The Lycan King stepped in front of me. His face was unreadable, his eyes sharp as he stared at my bloody hand.
“How the fuck did you get in there?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve done far more complicated things with broken bones. What is one balcony away?” I replied rudely. Go on, show me your true colours…
The Queen and Rayhan stepped out of the room and shut the door behind them.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” the Queen suggested softly.
“I’ll head back,” Rayhan replied with a nod before casting me a final glance and returning to his room.
To my surprise, the Queen put her hand on my shoulder, and I felt the pain in my hand vanishing. I pulled away from her, confused. Why heal me?
“How about we go downstairs to the kitchen?” She suggested, motioning the guards away. The King smirked slightly.
“Still the Queen you were born to be,” he remarked as he led the way down the stairs.
Five minutes had passed, and the Queen Luna had put a glass of milk and some warm chocolate cake with ice cream in front of me as I sat there on the bar stool.
How strange. I tried to kill her son, and she was giving me a treat?
I wanted to think it was poisoned, but I knew her enough to know it wasn’t. She was a strange one.
“Where’s mine?” the King asked.
“You had ice cream already…”
“Well, since I can’t have my favourite dessert, I need to settle for what I can get, and I still crave more dessert,” he replied, his cold eyes fixed on her.
She smiled and, turning away, began to fix him a plate. I didn’t touch mine, staying silent. What was going on?
“What were you trying to achieve?” he asked me suddenly.
“Padre wanted him, so I wanted to kill him. For Padre,” I replied monotonously. Even to me, my reason sounded empty. Why did I want to do it for padre?
The Queen turned, her eyes full of sadness and worry. Yes, now you know that I’m not someone you should be worrying or caring about.
“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.”