The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- Enrique -

The delicious smell of desserts hits me as I sit at the head of the centre table in the dining room of the packhouse, finishing off the main course. I love my food, but I love dessert more.

I might just make the chica upstairs jealous and take my dessert up to eat it in her presence. When I got back a short while ago and went to check on her she was sitting on the bed freshly showered. She asked if she could join me for dinner; I said no and had Alondra take hers up to her, but no dessert. Over dinner is the time the pack members can bring their troubles that don't include privacy to me.

Me eating with them is a silent invitation for them to do so, or just come say hi, not something I enjoy especially with some of the women being annoying but even though I know I'm not that approachable I do want the pack members to know I am here if ever they need something.

Even if it's going to put me in a bad mood when I have to deal with idiots.

"Alpha, I wanted to tell you I beat the training class today... I'm moving into Level 1."

I look up at the boy whose voice hasn't even broken yet, impressed.

"Oh yeah? Henrik? Is it true?" I ask, looking across the hall at the Head Warrior, who has his arm around his mate.

"It is Alpha,"

I look at the boy who is trying to hide his pride, but I'm impressed and he should show his happiness and be proud openly too. "What's your name?" I ask. I have seen him around, but he is from a newer pack I conquered.

"Estephan, Alpha."

"Nice, it means 'crowned in victory' a title fitting for you if you continue the way you are. How old are you, Estephan?" "I'm thirteen, Alpha."

Level 1 is made up of those who are aged eighteen or older, and often this is the highest rank a person will ever achieve in their lifetime. "Carry on like this and you will join the elite ranks before you know it," I respond. "I am proud of you, and I am certain so is your family." His smile falters. "Thank you, Alpha... But I am an orphan."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I look at the boy who stands there and realise, of course, he is. I've seen him around the pack house, meaning he lives here... something we opened to those who were underage from the packs conquered to make sure there are those to watch over them and so they didn't feel so lonely.

I stand up and place a hand on his shoulder as silence falls in the room.

"Well, that's not an issue, because we are your family. One Pack united. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. And I myself will be waiting to hear how your progress continues." I say, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze before I pick up my glass and raise it. "To Estephan, who I am certain will become one of our greatest warriors!"

"To Estephan!" Everyone raises their glass, drinking to the boy who has gone red at the ears.

Be it small or big, every victory is something.

"On that note, bring in the dessert," I order, taking my seat as Estephan bows his head and rushes back to the group of young boys and girls he was sitting with and they all congratulate him as they look in my direction.

I'm the first to be served and I look down at the long rectangular tray that is now placed before me, carrying three delicious desserts. I don't even need to test it to say the chef has knocked it out of the park today. The presentation itself looks f*****g fine.

On the left of the platter sit three Pastelillos de guayaba which are cream cheese filled pastries. In the centre is a glass bowl of Arroz con dulce which I'm surprised at since it is usually reserved for special occasions, but I won't complain as I love rice pudding and on the left is a slice of Flan de queso that looks incredible.

I glance up as a few others thank the omega who serves the delicious dessert. I pick up my spoon about to break into my Flan de queso when I remember I wanted to annoy her, but no, I think I'm better off just staying here and enjoying my dessert. I don't want to go upstairs and have her end up ruining my mood, and I want to actually enjoy my dessert.

I take my first spoonful and freeze as the taste explodes in my mouth and f**k me now, it's the best Flan de queso I have ever tasted in my life and I've tried many.

This wasn't made by the chef. Whoever she is, I wouldn't mind making her my personal chef.

Fuck, this is damn good. I clean my spoon before dipping it into the rice pudding and tasting it. Once again, I'm f*****g impressed.

Damn...

"Tell the chef I want another tray put aside for me," I say to the closest woman who is serving the desserts.

"A-another tray?" she asks before quickly bowing her head to hide her surprise.

"Yes, the plates are small." I retort with a frown. I'm a big man. Why should I settle for just one serving? Besides, I'm the Alpha. If I want ten servings, I will have ten. "Sorry for that Alpha, I will immediately tell the chef, and bring it for you."

"Oh, and tell the chef I want the name of whoever made these desserts. They are the best I've tasted."

"Agreed," Carlos says as several others nod their agreement as they guzzle up their plates.

I smirk as I look down at my spoon. I will finish these and eat the other plate in front of her. I will definitely win this round in annoying her.

Finishing up my dessert, I stand up and pick up the second tray that the omega had brought in.

"You're leaving? Is that tray for our guest?" Carlos asks, and I can feel Jose watching me from the far corner of the room. I hate that we're not talking, but he was an idiot.

I scoff. "No, she doesn't deserve these," I say, yet I will enjoy making her jealous.

I head upstairs, open the door to the bedroom and step inside. She is lying on the bed but instantly sits up when I enter. She looks as sexy as ever, her sandy blond hair tumbling over her shoulder. Her sexy legs are crossed to the side and I wouldn't mind being greeted by this view every single day...

"Enrique...

Until she speaks and that accent reminds me, she's his daughter.

"It's Enrique, not Enreekay." I frown.

"Enri keh." She tries to correct herself.

"No, you are meant to emphasise the middle syllable. Why do you British butcher every single word?" I say as I sit on the end of the bed and place my delicious tray of desserts in front of me, making a show of choosing which one to have first. Her gaze dips to them, but she doesn't ask for any. Yet.

"I don't think we do, but isn't it the same for any accent then? I'm sure you would say some words that don't sound the same way I say them. It doesn't make it wrong."

"Possibly, but it's wrong when it's my name. And we are in Puerto Rico, so my way is the right way." I remark, knowing there's no sense to that logic, but do I fucking care? No. 8

She looks confused for a moment before she giggles. "That doesn't even make any sense, En-riq-ay." She attempts to stress in the middle.

She does sound cute when she says my name. I'll give her that.

"Stop calling me that. You're butchering it even more." I growl, leaning closer to her.

She raises her eyebrow. "Ok, I'll try again... En rik keh." I grab hold of her chin, tugging her forward.

"Keh? What's keh? It's qe." I say, trying not to focus on those sultry eyes as I force myself back and pick up a Pastelillo de guayaba and bite half of it off.

"Then fine," she murmurs softly. "I guess I won't call you Enrique anymore. I'll just call you Papi."

I choke on the pastry, not expecting that to come out of her mouth, but what's worse is that just makes me want to pin her to the bed right now.

"Oh no! Are you ok!" She gasps, jumping off the bed as I cough, the pastry lodged in my throat.

I can't even ask for water!

"I'll get you water!" She exclaims before I even mind link someone.

She's back in seconds, passing me the water before she slaps my back.

Fucking hard.

And she does it again.

How the fuck is she so strong!

And why are her boobs right in my face? Not that I minded, but I don't need a distraction right now!

Another slap and the pastry is dislodged and I gulp down the water, coughing as my eyes water.

"The fuck are you? She-Hulk?!" I choke out.

Her eyes, which are full of concern, now change to a glimmer of amusement. "Well, it did the job, didn't it? But did I smack you too hard? Do you want me to rub it better?" she asks innocently but after that comment earlier... I don't think she's innocent at all. Now a back massage sounds good....

I smirk, "Isn't it supposed to be 'kiss it better"?" I remark, making her blush.

"Y-you- that's for kids!" she scolds lightly. "It's not for adults!"

"If it means getting a kiss, then call it whatever you want... So how about it?" I smirk as I stand up and pull my top off.

Her breath hitches and I can hear her pounding heart as her gaze burns into my back.

"I don't have all day, Princesa," I say, not knowing why I'm teasing her. Do I want to push her out of her comfort zone?

"Oh, it's actually red... I'm sorry," she whispers, her fingers ghosting down my back, making the pores on my skin rise. Why does she have such an effect on me? I hate her, yet I want her. I want to hurt her, yet I want to protect her.

No, I don't, my mind is fucked.

"My dessert is waiting." I remind her quietly, her hand rests on my lower back and just when I think she won't do it I feel her soft lips touch the centre of my back, sending blood rushing south.

Oh, fuck yeah.

I turn, my hand tangling in her as I tug it back and look into those brilliant pink eyes.

"Good girl," I whisper mockingly before letting go and dropping onto the bed and picking up my spoon again like nothing happened.

I take a bite as she sits down again, her heart still racing.

"Not going to ask for any dessert today?" I ask, trying to clear the thick tension in the air.

"Is it good?" she asks, her doe eyes wide with curiosity.

"The best I've tasted, and I'm not sure I want to let you have any..." I answer smugly.

Once again she doesn't seem as disappointed as I wanted her to be, instead she smiles.

Ah, maybe she's about to ask for some now.

"That's excellent to hear, I'm so happy." She whispers placing a hand on her large breasts. Only drawing my attention there.

"And why are you happy? These fine desserts will never touch your lips."

"Oh? Won't they? I think they will."

Confident, isn't she? But this time her sass won't get her far.

"And why do you think that, Princesa? Because I won't be giving you any." I humour her as I eat a spoonful of the rice pudding again. "Because I made them for you, and I tasted them all to make sure they were perfect."

Once again, I choke on my spoonful, as her words hit me like a f*****g tidal wave.