Page 107 of King Alejandro

Neither of us spoke, a comfortable silence falling between us, and when I bent down to kiss her neck, she didn’t jerk away. A soft gasp escaped those plush lips of hers, her heartbeat picking up, and she simply turned her face away.

Yeah, that’s my girl.

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.