Elena. Walking into the supermarket alongside Camilla, a sense of unease washed over me, refusing to be shaken off. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I found myself constantly glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of someone shadowing our every move. While I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason for this uneasiness, I knew it was connected to recent events that had unfolded. Camilla seemed to sense my unease, as she too wore an unsettled expression. It was clear that we both shared a heightened level of caution, knowing that it wasn't safe for us to be so exposed, especially after the alpha's warning about the Amato pack's search for members of our own pack, including Camilla and myself. I made an effort to focus on the task at hand—assisting Camilla with the shopping. I surveyed the faces of fellow shoppers, searching for any signs of suspicion or danger, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Our objective was to collect the necessary groceries

Sofia. I was feeling pretty good about myself as I strolled down the hallway towards Deangelo's office. I had successfully planted the seed of doubt in the kids’ mind about Elena, and I was sure that they would be giving her hard time henceforth and as for Mia, she would start having doubts about Elena too no matter her loyalty. Hence, Elena would soon be out of the picture, the mere thought of having Deangelo all to myself made my heart race. I could hear the sound of clinking glass and the smell of alcohol wafting out from under the door as I approached his office. I pushed it open to find Deangelo sitting at his desk, he was slumped in his chair, a bottle of alcohol in his hand, and his appearance was disheveled. His shirt was un-tucked, and his hair was messy, but even in that state, he looked incredibly handsome. Despite the alcohol, his eyes still held that spark of intelligence and strength that I admired in him. His defined jawline and broad shoulders made him look even more

Luca.I couldn't help but replay the conversation I had with Sofia in my head. She threatened me, yet it was almost comical how she believed she had the upper hand in our situation. I knew that my feelings for Elena could cost me dearly, but I couldn't help but feel drawn to her.While I walked through the halls of the house, I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that crept up on me. Sofia's words echoed in my mind, and I wondered what she would do if she found out the truth. Would she tell DeAngelo? Would she use it as leverage against me? I knew that I couldn't let that happen, but I couldn't stop my heart from longing for Elena.No matter how hard I tried, it just seemed like my thoughts were consumed by Elena. The way she moved, the way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled in the light. I couldn't deny it any longer, I was in love with her.But what could I do? I knew Deangelo would never approve of this, never! Heck, he has a thing for the beauty too and its almost comical ho

Deangelo.I noticed that Diego was in a bad mood and was being rude to everyone. I couldn't understand why he was acting this way. I had been up early this morning trying to get everything in order for the day, and I had been looking forward to spending some quality time with my family. However, Diego's behavior was making things difficult.I tried to talk to Diego, asking him what was wrong, but Diego refused to say anything. I could see that my son was upset, but I didn't know how to make things better. I was frustrated and confused, not knowing what to do.Elena seemed to notice the tension between us both and tried to intervene. She told me that Diego had another fight with his friend but I ended up looked at her suspiciously but decided not to push the matter. I knew that Elena has been keeping something from him, but I didn't want to cause any more trouble.I tried to talk to Diego again, but the boy still refused to speak. I was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. J

Deangelo. I was at the dinner table with Elena and the family, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I thought about taking her out later that night. We had been so busy lately with work and family obligations and chores that we hadn't had much time alone together. I had planned a romantic evening for us and was looking forward to seeing her reaction.But when we finally got a corner alone and I suggested going out, she seemed hesitant and said she was tired. I could see the exhaustion in her eyes and knew that she had been working hard lately, taking care of the kids and keeping the house in order. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.I tried to hide my disappointment and asked if there was anything I could do to help her relax. She smiled weakly and said she just needed some rest. I told her to take her time and that I would wait for her in my study.While I sat there waiting, I couldn't help but wonder why Elena didn't seem as excited about our tim