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, they could be illegal. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his pale skin made him look devilishly handsome. His eyes were gazing into mine like he was looking far beyond the dirty hair and bruised face. I stood and stare back at his eyes that glimmered like the stars in the sky.
For seconds that seemed longer than that, we seemed to be frozen until he suddenly smirked, then walked into the same bathroom space with me and he was smart to make sure he stood at the exact entrance just so I could ever pass through, this left little room to no room between us.
And that was when I suddenly notice that he was stark naked and I jumped, frightened. I looked at the entrance again, wishing that I could somehow bypass him but it seemed impossible, I chose to look down at my feet instead.
"Look up!" He snapped, in such voice that scared me to the bones but I was too terrified to even raised my head up again so instead, I remained as I was as my red hair cascaded over my face even more.
He definitely wasn't taking no for an answer even if it was a mute one as he immediately forced my head up, as I looked up at him, I couldn't help but be focused on his eyes, which were darting back and fourth, shining in the room light.
His eyes were mesmerizing, they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby blue as a great body of water that softly melted into a milky green. This close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. But there was something else in them, something glistening. Glistening like an old copper penny being examined in the warmth next to powerful flames that were licking the safety glass door of an old fireplace. They held secrets, the same way a pot holds layers of deep soil- cradling- because it is essential to keep the plant safe. The roots are held in place the same way his dark, liquidy eyes held so tightly onto his secrets.
And they looked deadly, as deadly as my father's. As cruel as my husband's. They seemed to mock me, to let me know that I had simply moved from frying pan to fire and it got tears to roll down my eyes.
I guess I've been destined to be unlucky.
Something flashed beneath the surface of his hardened expression and I hurried to investigate the sudden shift. It was too late, the emotion disappeared before I could identify it, like reaching desperately for an escaped balloon; the string dangling so tantalizingly close but the wind pushed it away and it's lost forever.
I watched as the whites in his eyes turned a pure black, and as his iris glowered red. Symbols, lines and dots formed in the iris, placed in a sort of manner, that or I was hallucinating again. His lethal stare felt painful and piercing, as if his glare was tearing my heart apart with a blinding red light.
And suddenly, he grabbed my neck with his strong hands, almost choking the life out of me, "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!" He roared.
He began to raise me up by his strong hands as I struggled to choke out something, any word at all but failed.
"Are you a spy sent in here? Or are you an assassin? Tell me what you're here for and who the hell you are before I snap your neck in half!" He thundered again.
But how could I answer his questions when he had his huge hands tightened on my fragile neck thus causing a great airflow restriction in my lungs.
Oh God. This man is really going to kill me!
But then, just when I thought this was really the end of me, he suddenly released me, causing me to drop 'thud' unto the bathroom floor.
I coughed repeatedly, trying to regain the lost air that I have been denied of. I shivered in terror, my distress likely evident on my face and the way I was trembling. I felt my pulse beating in my ears, blocking out all other sounds except my gasping breath. I felt myself growing colder under his gaze on me and I knew whatever I was to say at the moment had to be well thought of.
"I'm... I'm not a spy..." I choked out, paused to mirror his expression, then continued, "I'm not an assassin either, I... I... am an orphan who lives on the street since I was eighteen and I had been trafficked but... but... then I was able to escape. I saw your car where it was parked and I got in to escape the men that were after me." I explained even though they were all lies.
He gave a suspicious look that shows that he wasn't buying my bullshit but would love to see the end of it anyway, "why did you run from my men when you got out of the car booth then?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I wa... was scared. I thought I had managed to get myself into another worst situation and my first instinct was to run, they all looked dangerous and I feared for my life, I'm sorry." I said, wondering how I had even managed to come up with such story under the distress that I was in.
I had to lie. It was needed. My father was known all over this state, as much as he had connections everywhere, he also has a lot of enemies, which means I could either get returned right back to him or be killed just for being his daughter.
It was at this point and in this situation that I was grateful that he was not so public with me, its not an exaggeration if I say that a lot of people don't really know about me, I was not spoken about since my mother's death. It was rumored that a lot of outside people think I'm dead.
"What is your name?" He asked after studying me for some seconds.
"Elena sir. Elena Bianchi." I half-lied.
Again.
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
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
Elena.Is he kidding me? Of course, the name rings a huge bell!My body froze as I stared at the man standing in front of me. I was so speechless, as I felt my body going numb. No. It couldn’t be. My heart drummed in alarm as I stared into his unmoving, cold eyes. Oh God. Please, no. It couldn’t be him. It should never be him.My stomach twisted painfully and my vision blurred. I felt myself stumbling forward even while on the chair that I was at. Dread and horror filled me. I thought I ran away from dangerous men, but this man standing in front of me was more dangerous than any of them. He was feared by all. But most importantly, this man was the greatest enemy of my family.The Ferrari Pack. From Alpha Alessandro, his father to him, Deangelo, the son. The cruelest set of werewolves ever.The Amato pack and the Ferrari pack had been enemies for so many decades and their enmity ran deep.I can not believe that I was standing in front of their Alpha, who would kill me mercilessly if
Deangelo.I watched as the young redhead stripped naked in my bathroom. My room had a CCTV everywhere and that included the bathroom, although I was the only one entitled to watching whatever happens in it. Her slim, long legs were the color of ivory. Her slim hips curved out, her waist dipped in, and her high breasts jutted out again. Her delicate nipples were the color of pomegranates. She was very feminine, with a slim hourglass figure.I know that I seemed like a creep and a pervert but I couldn't care less, I had seen it all yesterday afterall and she was way too mesmerizing to look away from.Her mass of red hair had been secured up and I watched her step into the bathtub filled with water as I had previously instructed Jane, her elderly cleaner to do. She sighed as the water pooled around her legs, bottom and waist. She settled into the warm water in deep appreciation for the solitude. She picked up the tender sponge that had been placed somewhere on the tub and proceeded to m
Elena.His eyes moved away from mine but only because he was looking at my body. I saw his gaze travel down to my waist, hips, and then my legs. My body started to warm up under his scrutinizing stare. His eyes stayed there for a few seconds before he moved back to my face. The look that he gave me made me stagger back a step. At my reaction, his lips tilted upward slightly into a small smirk that was hard to see. But it was there. That devilish smirk. Sexy devilish smirk. I shook my head and closed my eyes quickly as I tried to get myself under control. It was impossible. Without even trying, Deangelo Ferrari had successfully taken over my mind. Opening my eyes, I stared into his. He gave me the same look as before, clearly not trying to hide what he wanted. Pure unadulterated lust. His eyes were filled with desire and hunger. His sexual innuendos mystified me, I couldn't help but hope that he doesn't ask me to do horrific things like warm his bed while he gives me shelter and protec
Deangelo.As soon as my kids trooped in, I couldn’t help but immediately notice how a little part of my eldest was torn and dirty, Mia is a very neat and organised teenager, she doesn't even let her brother into her room for any reason at all, so this was something that actually stands out for her."Mia, why is your sleeve that dirty? Torn even? Are you five?" I scolded instead of asking politely and showing concern like I normally would before... well... before we fell out with eachother. Here's what I mean, Mia used to be a daddy's girl with me, we'd have fun, I'd protect her and she'd tell me everything that she couldn't even tell her mom but it all went south when Jules, my wife died. She became so cranky and it has even gotten worse since she celebrated her thirteenth birthday last year, it was almost like she got initiated into the typical teenage crankiness. And she hated every single thing I did, nothing I do goes well with her, it's almost like she has it in for me. Honestly
Elena.I tried to look anywhere else but in the eyes of the people in the large room with me. It was awkward, a very awkward situation to be caught in, especially when the cause of misunderstanding is you.The little boy whose name I've learnt was Diego soon left too in the same manner as his sister, but it was obvious that he was just imitating his big sister. It made me smile.Deangelo sighed before speaking, "uh... Sofia?" He called out."Yes, Alpha." "Show Elena around, let her know the rules and introduce her to everyone. Also, allocate the empty room right next to mine on the third floor to her, I need to keep my eyes on her myself." He said and just the fact that I knew that he would be keeping his eyes on me made me shiver, I couldn't afford any slip up at all.But it seemed like Sofia didn't agree to his choice as she proceeded to counter him, much to my happiness, "Uh... sir... there's an empty room right next to the kids rooms sir, the same one the previous nannies used? I
Elena.The eldest eyed me profusely, almost as if she had her way, she'd chase me as faraway as possible, probably feed me to wild animals even.I began to look around instead, her room was like a wonderland for comic driven recluses. The walls were a deep red that pulsed in the light, sprinkled with various posters, mostly of strange Japanese cartoon shows. I doubted she could read whatever was written on the poster. Her comforter was pulled over her bed, even though she hadn't cleaned it. The result was lumps of varying sizes and shapes and the comforter was weighed down by her laptop. A desk sat in one corner, littered with wadded up pieces of paper and pens. A few shelves were pushed against the walls and filled with books. Some books sat on the floor in front of the shelves."Are you going to keep looking around my room like a fugitive or some spy or are you actually going to speak like a normal person? I mean even if you have nothing to say, you could just simply leave instead of