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Elena. I opened my eyes, my mind struggling to make sense of the warmth and color that surrounded me. I was alive, and that fact alone was both surprising and bewildering. How could I be alive? I vividly remembered the feeling of Bruno's hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. The coldness had consumed me, and I had embraced the certainty of death. But now, here I was, staring up at Luca's anxious face. "Luca, what... what happened?" I managed to whisper, my voice weak and filled with disbelief. His eyes searched mine, his worry etched deeply into his expression. "Elena, I planned it," he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of guilt and determination. "When Alessandro discovered your true identity, I knew DeAngelo wouldn't forgive you easily, especially with his memory loss. So, I secretly injected you with a toxin—a drug that simulates death." I blinked, trying to absorb his words. He had risked everything to save me, resorting to an experimental drug that cou
Living with the Enemy. 141: A brutal Battle.
Deangelo. A growing unease consumed me, a feeling that something was not right. The arrival of the Guta pack brought a glimmer of hope, as they seemed kind and friendly, briefly easing my troubled mind. However, their initial numbers appeared surprisingly low. Their beta assured me that more of their pack members would join us by morning. Though unspoken, I found comfort in their presence, knowing that despite Bruno's injuries, his pack still posed a significant threat. And then, it hit me like a sudden gust of wind—an unmistakable sensation of an Alpha's demise, specifically that of Bruno Amato. Wolves typically couldn't sense the death of another unless they shared a deep bond as mates. But Alphas had a special ability to perceive the loss of a fellow leader, especially when tied by a tumultuous history. It resonated deep within me—Bruno was undoubtedly dead. Without wasting time, I shared this troubling news with the members of the Guta pack. If there was one thing I had learned
Living with the Enemy. 142: Moment of Victory.
Deangelo. With determination fueling my every move, I charged forward, paying no heed to the smaller threats that stood in my way. My sole focus was on reaching Salvatore, not out of a desire for revenge, but to protect what was left of my family. Inside the house, my teenage daughter and her baby brother were trapped, gripped by fear. In the midst of the chaos, an unexpected thought emerged from deep within my mind—it was Elena. Memories of our time together came rushing back, flooding my consciousness with emotions. I recalled the happiness we shared, the moments of laughter, and the profound connection that blossomed between us. To my surprise, I realized that I had fallen in love with her, even though our relationship was kept secret due to the complicated circumstances. Sofia, on the other hand, had no place in my personal life, our interactions limited strictly to professional matters. This realization hit me with a powerful impact, reverberating throughout my entire being. B
Living with the Enemy. 1. Wedding Night in hell.
Elena. The moment my childhood bestfriend hugged me, I knew I was done for. I knew that night was about to be another hell for me, I just knew it. Although it was not customary for invitations to request special attire, most of the women wore evening gowns and precious jewels and most of the men were dressed in dinner jackets with black ties, and some even wore frock coats. Salvatore was not left behind as he was dressed in a colorful tuxedo and looked like the angel they said he was, the angel I couldn't see. He walked towards the both of us almost instantly, giving the usual fake smiles of his as he placed his left hand on the small exposed part of my back. I was wearing a backless dinner gown afterall, one that was way too shiny and uncomfortable for me but had been forced to wear. "Baby, what's going on here?" He questioned looking between my childhood bestfriend and I. "Oh! If it isn't the man of the moment, I'm Romeo, Elena's friend. We go way back, I was just in town for s
Living with the Enemy. 2. Running from Hell.
Elena. "Run, keep running, you can do this. Don't look back, just keep running." I told myself repeatedly. Escaping wasn’t easy. I had planned it for years but never had I found the courage to actually do it. But tonight I had to escape from the nightmare I’d been born into. I had had enough, I wanted to be free from the shackles, I needed some hope. My father never cared. He knows all that I go through and always turned a blind eye, he was never a loving father, he had always allowed the family to treat me like I was nothing even though I was his daughter. Family didn't matter to him not my mom, not me. My father only cared about profits, it didn’t matter that I begged him to listen. Despite being the leader, the Alpha of the Amato Pack, despite being the feared leader that he was, I was always nothing, I was just a pawn in the cruel game. I had no choice, no will. No respect. No love. I had nothing. My engagement to his beta hadn’t been my choice either, neither was the mar
Living with the Enemy. 3. Destined to be unlucky.
Elena.I plastered myself against the wall in the bathroom praying that the footsteps on the ground were suddenly invisible to him and then I pressed both of my hands over my mouth.I heard bare footsteps and a couple more grunts and to my horror, those sounds were getting closer to me. Oh my! He must have sensed something. I hoped that it was just my eyes and ears playing a trick on me and that I haven't been caught right now. There was total silence for seconds and I almost thought I had escaped being seen but that was clearly just a stupid wish because seconds later, the door ripped open and I came face to face with the a man.The man was bare chested, at least from what I had deduced from the upper part of him which I was staring at. And from his face alone, you could tell that he had the surge of power and authority. However, he got better the more I looked. His rich blonde hair had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, t
Living with the Enemy. 4. A spy in the Devil's lair.
Deangelo.I was tired. Extremely tired of having to do so many tasks at once. After confirming that my kids had been safely escorted to school, I decided that it was time for me to retire to bed from the overnight's stress and long travel I had put myself through.As I retired to my room, the killings and tortures I have done the previous night came to memory and I felt another surge of satisfaction even though I was very tired. I wish that I could do more. I couldn't imagine that a damn gamma could dare to call a truce after everything that his pack has done, really, it makes me laugh even. The number of dead werewolves on their ground was very satisfactory for my blood thirsty throat. The agonising scream he let out when I broke four of his right fingers was amazing. And that was not all, the way his eyes widened and he started to crawl away even though it was evident that he wouldn't get anywhere when he saw the knife in my hands was hilarious, I got to him as fast as lightening a
Living with the Enemy. 5. Human nor Werewolf.
Elena.I woke up with a banging headache and as I looked around, I was in a room with the only source of light being the one dangling above my head and it was a very dim one.It made me anxious and terrified, I felt nauseous immediately. Being the daughter of a man like Bruno Amato, I had been in this sort of position not once nor twice, both by the people that were supposed to protect me and the monsters I had known.After the mixture of harshness and passionate bullshit that happened yesterday, I knew I had to be scared for my life.I tried to get up but then realized that I was been held back by something. My right wrist had been held back by a cuff. I had been cuffed to a pole right beside the chair I was on.I didn't know when I started to cry as soon as I realized that I had just gotten myself into a trouble that seemed like it would cost me my life. This man seemed even more dangerous, an alpha, one whose aura screamed power and cruelty. When footsteps started to approach the
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