The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness - Chapter 112: Chapter 112

~ KATALEYA ~
Before he can even react, I have broken free from my binding. The black tendril shrivels up from the intense power of my aura as I tangle my fingers into his hair and tug his head to the side.
I’m sorry for doing this without your vocal consent, Enrique. My canines elongate and, not wasting even a second, I sink my teeth into his neck.
I have dreamt of marking Enrique in a million different scenarios, as we made love, as we promise ourselves to one another, on a Blood Moon, on the beach… even after a small argument, but never in a thousand years did I think it would be like this. Azarakh’s enraged roar almost splits my eardrums, but I keep exuding power.
A wave of darkness pushes against me, mixed with rage. Followed by white-hot pain that rushes through me as his claws, both his natural ones and those of the bionic hand, cut deep into me causing splintering pain to dig deep into my flesh. But I do not move back, not caring that I’m bleeding or that he has his fingers fully in my hips as he tries to rip me away from him – trying to do enough damage to get me off him, but I am not weak.
“Enrique, I love you,” I murmur.
I don’t know if he can hear me, but I hope he can at least feel my emotions. Emotions that are far stronger than those of Azarakh, whose shrieks of anger when he realises what I’ve done grow stronger, louder, and angrier. And I hope it means I have assumed correct, and it is indeed Enrique that I am marking.
Blinding pink light spreads from me, and suddenly the sound of his shrieks begins to fade, and I feel the tingles of a bond partially formed.
My breath hitches, and the coldness begins to lessen. I think I’m becoming numb to the pain. Slowly I remove my teeth from his neck, my heart thumping in fear as I gaze up into his eyes, fearing what I might see.
But I am not disappointed as I see that they are now a beautiful liquid gold. They stare unblinking ahead. Suddenly tendrils of black darkness erupt from him, spreading in all directions as it repels away from his body and from the dazzling light that surrounds us.
Azarakh’s figure forms as he is expelled from Enrique’s body, and I see his shadowy smoky form rush away at an incredibly fast speed.
Uncle and Royce both try to get him, but he’s gone in a flash. And although I know it is not the last that we see of him, I feel relieved that he has left Enrique.
The other crawlers have mostly disappeared too, but before I can find out what’s happening, my attention snaps back to Enrique as he gasps for air, and blinks as if he’s just woken up.
His eyes widen as he instantly looks down. “Fuck!” he breathes, his heart thundering as he looks up at me. “What have I done .” That remark is more to himself than me and I try not to show my pain as he withdraws his claws and removes his hand from my waist.
“Kat…” I hear Uncle Liam’s whisper and Sky is saying something too, but I’m unable to focus as I slowly reach up and cup Enrique’s face.
“Do you remember anything?” I ask. “You marked Rhea, and she knew something would happen. She’s hurt and…” but he doesn’t seem to be able to focus on anything but the blood that I’m losing.
“She needs help! Get a doctor!” His eyes glaze as he removes his jacket and wraps it around my waist, and I know he’s mind- linked someone.
“I’m fine,” I say as he pulls me close, his hands pressed against the gushing wounds. “We’re ok. You’re back,” I whisper. “You’re bleeding out. I hurt you,” he murmurs in Spanish, his voice is quiet, but the thumping of his heart betrays his emotions.
He lifts me up and glances around. “Get the lights back on!” he thunders as he rushes from the room, carrying me. Uncle picks up Rhea as Enrique shouts orders to get the wounded to the hospital now.
“Enrique, how do you feel?” I ask, but he isn’t listening, his attention constantly falling to my hips, and I realise he won’t listen to anything until I’m seen too.
We’re inside the hospital, which isn’t far from the packhouse, and there are doctors at the ready. The moment he puts me down on the bed, they pull the curtain closed.
“She is your Luna, nothing better happen to her.” Enrique’s words are a command and a threat all at once. Not one of them displays their confusion. Everyone knew he was making Rhea Luna today. He just marked Rhea, the Luna he had hosted today’s party for. I guess these poor folk are used to him changing his mind so fast.
I smile faintly at that thought.
“Alpha, you need to leave. We can’t work if you are in the way,” one of the older doctors says firmly yet politely.
Enrique lets him push him out. His eyes hold mine for a second, and as much as I want to forewarn him that I have marked him I’m unable to, not when there are doctors swarming around us.
“Luna, we will have to cut your dress. Is that alright?” a female nurse asks.
I open my mouth, but I’m so exhausted.
“Do it.” I hear Enrique growl from beyond the curtain. I nod at her as she cuts it down the centre, covering me with a sheet over my breasts as the doctors examine the wounds.
My vision blurs and sways, and I frown. I guess I did lose a lot of blood… maybe I should just….
My eyes drop and I try to focus on the voices, but they begin to fade. The beeping of the machinery is pleasant and soon I feel my consciousness leave me…
I should stay awake. I want to be with Enrique… How will he react to my marking him?
All these questions swirl in my mind, but there are no answers as everything turns black.