Mercy Please! My Enemy Alpha!

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 marriage that happened today, none of it got my permission, they didn't think any of it needed my addition. For years, I wished my father would put a stop to the violence against me, but it never happened. He watched and allowed Salvatore to do whatever he wanted with me. I was just a toy for pleasure and for pain.    I ran as fast as I could, despite knowing that they would soon catch up with me, I tried to summon my wolf, if I had any but I had never shifted, not even once in my whole life even when I had a powerful alpha as a father and a great late Luna as a mother so I had no choice but to run as fast as my human legs could take me. I had to escape at any cost. I had to focus. I'll deal with the trauma and pain later.   Survival comes first.   The floor was constantly attacked underneath my feet, dry leaves crunched under my feet and big trees, leaves and logs seemed to appear out of nowhere as if to try and stop me. But I could still hear them. I had to stop to catch my breath before my lungs gave out on me.    My rough hair was matted with some dirty liquid, my arms and legs all bruised and cut and my clothes already looked like rags, dirty and tattered. I knew I definitely looked like a leaking pipe but I had to keep running. After running for more minutes, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, exhausted. My long legs gave up from beneath me and collapsed.  My heart started racing and I knew I had to keep going so I started to run again.    I needed to run for my life. I needed to survive, my life depended on it.   "Stop!" I heard a voice yell behind me before I then heard the sound of gunshots in the air followed by loud growls from shifted werewolves, a way to scare and threaten me which meant that I now had a lesser chance of survival but that didn't stop me, I just kept going.    Going deeper into the woods, I forced myself to move quicker as I kept taking different turns hoping to confuse the people chasing after me. I pushed harder, running until my body felt like it was breaking. After a while, I bumped into a tree that had some thorns and I was soon bleeding. It cut into my stomach and started to hurt so badly, but I kept going. Only my escape mattered at the moment, not the blood, nor the pain.   I kept running into the darkness until the screams of the men and gunshots faded away. When I was sure that I couldn’t hear them anymore, I stopped and leaned against a tree, although my senses were still heightened in case of any impromptu danger.    I knew I had to rest even though my safety wasn’t guaranteed yet. My heart was pounding so hard and my legs were shaking too much for me to continue.    But as soon as I saw a street light almost close to me, I was immediately gingered and so I began to run towards the main road feeling hopeful. I soon got to the road and started to walk by the sidewalks down the roads, houses began to come into view.    I saw a car speeding towards me and started to wave it down hoping that I'll get picked up by a good Samaritan, this world can't be full of just cruel people afterall.   When I saw that the car wasn't reducing its speed, I jumped onto the road without fear. The car came to a halt and as soon as I was about to move towards the driver's window and ask for help, he zoomed off leaving me dumbfounded.    I was about to cuss him out when I saw Salvatore's men walking up and down like they were in search of something or someone, which was me, of course. So I had to run towards the nearest house and hide. While hiding, two men in suit came out of the house and walked towards a car all the while speaking to eachother in low tone.    When I saw that it seemed like one of the men was going to get into car and drive off, I got an idea as I quickly ran as quietly as I could to the car, opened the door of the backseat and immediately got disappointed as it didn't open.    My hope was shattered but I took a leap of faith and tried the booth which surprisingly opened so I quietly slid in and then I closed the booth as quietly as I could immediately I was in.   After few minutes, a door opened and the engine started. My head throbbed and the pain I was feeling felt like someone had put a knife to my skull. I leant my head against the rug in the booth and squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the pain would go away.    But at the same time, I felt somewhat hopeful and safe, at least, for now.   After what seemed like several hours to me, I almost felt like I was going to die due to how much time it took the car to get to wherever its destination was but soon, it finally came to a stop. I heard the door being opened and someone stepping out, but to be on the safer side, I waited for more minutes before I then decided to get out of the booth, having gotten enough silence.    But the moment I silently opened the booth, what greeted me left me in awe. I was in a freaking mansion if not an estate. The beauty and bigness of the house left me shocked. I had lived in big house my whole life but non of them ever compared to this and that was enough to make me get even more scared.    I wanted an average life, rich people had shown me over and over again that they were wicked, brutal and unreasonable humans. I was already sure that the house I was in at the moment had nothing good in store for me, so I surveyed the huge gates at the entrance and felt so sad when I saw three men guarding it.   It didn't seem possible for me to be able to escape. Before I could even try to think about what to do next, the men sighted me.   "Who are you? What are you doing in here?" One of them asked as they all started to run towards me. I insantly started to run towards the house, somehow glad that the compound was that big as it gave me an edge to be able to have some headstart.   I wheezed as my burning lungs gasp for air. My legs felt numb and unsteady, painfully sore. My throat felt very dry, so uncomfortably dry. My flimsy gown and long red hair clung to my body, no different that if I had ran through a rain-storm. Well, it could be termed that.   My heart was beating so fast and my vision turned blurry with panic. I felt them behind me closing in, their steps sounded hard and angry. My pulse drummed in my throat. My breath came out in short pants, fear surrounded me. I increased my pace as I was able to pass through the door at the entrance of the house.   I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, amongst sofas, cushions, tables and along the stairs till I got to the third floor. Despite running to escape the men on my tail, it wasn't impossible for me to still notice the little details in the house.   It was very welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the walls were the photographs of children, about two, obviously so loved. The house was like a kaleidoscope of memories, of photographs adorning the walls, each of them conjuring the emotions of those sweet eternal moments.   The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns and the walls were the greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, it's grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul.   The house was filled with many doors and stairs, it seemed so unending. Gunshots flew in the air, and soon, I could even hear breaking of bones that signified to me that they were also shifters and it only went further to convince me that I was definitely in the wrong house, one that was sure to be the end of me if I should get caught.    The men that were after me seemed to double as more shouts filled the surroundings, barking instructions and growls filled the air as I ran not bothering myself to look back again. When it seemed like I was almost at crossroads, I chose one of the doors before me and ran into the room, closing the door right behind me.     The mansion was very big, way too big, might I add. It was very evident that It would take them some time to find me.    I slowly moved away from the door and walked towards another door in the same room while trying to calm my breathing. When it was evident that I could finally breathe normally, and my gasps no longer filled the room, I looked up to take in my environment in the dim light as it was quite dark since the curtains were drawn allowing only a little light from the window.   It was a bedroom, the biggest one I've seen in my entire life, not that I've seen many since I was mostly indoors all my life but judging from the fact that my father is said to be one of the wealthiest Alpha's then I think its pretty okay that I'm this shocked cos this was way bigger, the entire house was much more luxurious. There was a huge circular king sized bed in the middle of the room with nightstands on either side. There were over three couches that looked like something from a Palace at a part of the room.   The room also had usual things like a desktop and desks although there are unusual things like a coffee maker, an acoustic guitar, a brown safe sitting on one of the tables and a camera simply begging to be used.   I snapped out of the stupid trance I was in as I suddenly remembered that I was running away from my own death.   Who cares about a stupid luxurious room?   I ran towards the door I was walking to before I got carried away and as soon as I opened it, my eyes felt very much blessed, yet again. The bathroom seemed like something out of a dream. It had a enclosed glass bathroom, a circular bathtub, cabinets that seemed simply too much and even a damn chandelier swung from above lighting up the whole bathroom and giving it the royalty feel. It was simply magnificent but that wasn't problem as at now.   I looked around trying to find a good spot for hiding, one that I would never be found until I can find a way out but just before I could get one, I heard someone at the door and my breath picked up. The door opened and then closed, quietly.   Soon, footsteps could be heard coming towards me as I kept looking to and fro trying get anywhere, anything at all to hide in. I soon found one, the bathroom and I rushed into it, hoping I was as invisible as I thought I was.   But as I looked ahead of me outside the bathroom, my eyes widened in panic.    My dirty feet had left marks while I walked in here and before I could think of doing anything, the bathroom door got opened and in came a man.  

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 and he was immediately held down by my men.    "Why... why are you doing this? How are you any different from Bruno if you do this?" The bastard dared to ask.   "Have I ever, under any circumstances told you that I was different from him? If you think saying anything against your alpha would make me have mercy on you and free you then you're absolutely wrong. I would not rest until I kill every single wolf in your pack and, not until then will I be able to close my eyes comfortably at night!"    "P....please... Deangelo. Please, we can't keep fighting a futile war, let's... let us try and call it a truce." He spoke yet again, making me laugh, and when I say laugh,  I mean he really did make me laugh hysterically.   "A truce?" I questioned, chuckling.   "You are just a damn gamma in your pack and you're calling a truce? Without your alpha and Beta? Do I look daft to you? I know that it is just your will for survival that is speaking not you. And how dare you speak of calling a truce after all that your pack did to mine? HOW DARE YOU!" I finished, shouting out the last part.   I took hold of his manhood, while watching his panic reaction with so much joy and then I cut it off in one shot as blood splattered on me. But I didn't mind. He whimpered, cried, convulsed and wailed continuously in pain while I finally felt so satisfied with myself, at least for now.   Forgiveness is not an option towards any of my enemies, the Amato pack especially. When it comes to them, death after great tortures was all they deserved, every single one of them. And I will not rest until I've ended every of their lifelines with my very own hands, from the youngest to the eldest of them all.   My mind was finally back in the present time and the tightness of my garments bothered me so much, so I undid my belt, let my trousers drop, and slowly slid the offending shorts to the ground.  I jerked at my tie hard until it came undone and I pulled it off my neck then I proceeded to unbutton my shirt also and soon that was also off leaving me stark naked.   I dragged myself into my closet and lazily grabbed the first robe that was nearer to me but instead of putting it on, I simply dropped it on one of the couches while walking back to my door to lock it knowing that a lot of people in this house had no sense of privacy.   After that was sorted, I strutted towards my bathroom, almost as if my leg was dragging me and I started to ease myself, grunting and closing my eyes while at it.   My phone started to ring loudly in the room where I had left it, causing me to groan in annoyance knowing that it was obviously a call from Luca, wanting to let me know about another problem he had probably solved or one that seemed to be freshly arising.   I rolled my eyes, deciding to just ignore his calls and simply return them when I'm in the comfort of my bed. I chose to give myself a good soak in the bathtub first before anything but just as I walked towards the round bathtub right beside the enclosed transparent space that served as the bathroom, I noticed the foot marks on my floor and I was alarmed.   I looked around the bathroom as my wolf started to channel itself, sniffing around and soon I saw it. A figure hiding behind the transparent glass acting like it was invisible. I walked closer and opened the door suddenly and when my eyes took in what was in my presence, anger surged through me.   It was a girl, a lady or whatever. A female.   A dirty and bruised one from the looks of what I was seeing. She jumped at the sudden invasion and started to shake with so much evident fear even though I didn't take a good look at her face due to the fact that she had it down, fearfully.   She was clothed in a very short see through gown that covered next to nothing on her. Her breasts were unbound, high and perfectly rounded.  Even her nipples were visible as the gown clung to her body and they were pink as roses.   My mouth watered and I almost forgot that this girl could be a spy sent to wipe me out. I was uneasy. An ache began to form inside me. She was slim, with long legs that I ached to have around my waist. I was suddenly aroused, but nothing could prepare me for what I felt when I looked into her face. It was sheer perfection. Despite the bruises and dirtiness, she was very attractive and beautiful.   She had an oval-shaped face, with high cheekbones and luscious pink lips. I wondered idly if her pussy lips would be pink and luscious as well.   I smirked, wondering who was stupid enough to send such a fearful and Naive girl into the devil's lair or why at all she agreed to come into Deangelo's home like it was nothing.   This home was very much guarded because it had my family in it, my kids and my pack. Faraway from the whole Amato versus Ferrari fight, away from pain and unforseen dangers. Nobody had ever succeeded in breaking into this home, not even once.   But somehow, there's this innocent looking girl shivering with so much fear in my bathroom? Is this some sort of disguise just so I move closer to her and she'll be able to stab me or something?   I got a sick idea as I smirked, then walked into the same bathroom space with her, making sure to stand in between her and the entrance she could ever pass through, leaving little room between ourselves. She jumped but didn’t run for her life, well, not like there's anywhere for her to run through.   "Look up!" I snapped, in my most threatening voice. But she didn't listen, instead, she kept her head down, her catchy redhair falling like a curtain around her face, shielding her from me.   I forced her head up, as she finally looked up at me,  at my face, instead of just keeping her eyes closed like before, and honestly, I found her eyes so mesmerizing, its ridiculous. Her eyes were brown, beautiful yet they were torture. So dark were her eyes that I felt myself falling into them, wrapped in a warm brown blanket.   But when tears started to stream down her face, I was snapped out of the lust or whatever this was. My brow furrowed as I stared at her.   What was a girl like this doing in my home? Why would a girl like her be in here? She looked so innocent and fragile,  almost like I could break her in half if I wanted to. She had the look of one with a soul intact, yet hiding as a child may from monsters imagined or real. The girl is more fragile than the glass ballerina that sits on my daughter's shelf in her room. I think if I were spin her too hard in a dance, her limbs might just snap.   Something stirred in me the more I looked at her and I didn't like it. It was the same one that stirred in me when I met my late wife, something I have sworn to never let back into my life. Softness, tenderness and then anger coursed through me as I immediately grabbed her by the neck.   "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!" I thundered, almost choking the life out of her, even when I had just realized that I was still stark naked.   After various back and forth between us, I asked of her name. "Elena, Elena Bianchi." She replied very fearfully.   "Bianchi? Which Bianchi?" I asked as I took a little step closer to her, refusing to cover myself up.   Embarrassing her seemed to amuse me and I had not gotten much amusements for a while now. Her see through undergarments got to me even further, I had been trying to avoid staring at it longer than necessary,  but right now, I couldn't care anymore. I stared at her as openly as possible and it was very obvious that she noticed it too.   I wanted her. My wolf did too, I don't know why yet but it was probably for a night, maybe. Or two.   My mate was dead afterall, the moon goddess never bestows more than one mate but then I couldn't help but wonder why I have been thinking about the beauty in front of me, one I met barely minutes ago. I was throbbing at the mere thought of her long legs around my waist and I was bewitched by the red hair and brown eyes.   "Uh... I don't know... I'm just Elena Bianchi. I'm a nobody so my Bianchi might not be any Bianchi you know." She replied.   My gaze wandered over her form for the umpteenth time, starting with her breasts, chest, hips, and then back to her breasts. My fingers unconsciously wandered over the neckline and rested on her collarbone, outlining it in a suggestive manner.   She shuddered lightly. Out of fear, obviously.   My cock bounced at the thought of her little pussy tight and surrounding me. It was weird, the attraction, the chemistry I had towards this strange girl who could be a spy or even an assassin, it was all very wierd, one would think I had not been fucked in a while... or that I had found a second mate.   Well, it had to be the first option though. The last time I did was over two years ago. I always felt like I was doing something wrong or cheating whenever I tried to, I just didn't get that feeling since my wife was murdered.   Feeling such arousal and sensation towards this one was new, I had to have her. It was just too strong to let go. I needed a good fuck and that was it.   I was in awe and in anger. Our breathing was heavy as my body pushed softly into hers. My hard muscular one melted into her soft body. My cock ached to be inside her little cunt, and my anger seemed to make me want her all the more.   I moved between her legs as my fingers brushed against her nipples almost looking like a mistake even though it was intentional. She tried to shrink even further into the wall. Her red hair cascaded down her back and all I wanted was to tie it around my fist and bend her over the bath’s walls then pound into her. She would cry and beg me for more… I know that she would.   The silence in the room was way too comfortable for us both as we looked at each other like this was totally normal, like I hadn't just found her in my bathroom. Like we had known each other for nothing less that three months.   I admired her legs and bottom as she tried moved away from me and then I stepped back to give her space. "Please... I'm sorry." She managed to squeak out, obviously scared of what I was going to do to her.   She was innocent, or at least, she looked innocent but she was also passionate and young. Her body was made for pleasure, and I would definitely be the one to teach her.   I didn't know what came over me but before I knew it, I pulled her against me suddenly. My mouth descended upon hers and devoured her breath. My tongue delved into her mouth and I reveled in it. I pulled her slim hips to myself and she was soon nestled between my legs.   I had expected her to push me off immediately and she seemed to try, yet not as much as she's supposed to.   My hands moved to touch her face and my tongue delicately opened her mouth. My fingers threaded into her red hair as my lips took hers. I was unable to stop.   “STOP!” She finally exclaimed and backed away from me suddenly, holding her hand before her mouth. "Why are you doing this? Please..." She asked.   Her push and scream seemed to make me get back my strength and senses as I pondered on what had just happened. What had I just done?   Why was I kissing the same girl who I have found minutes ago? What the hell is wrong with me? Was I that horny?   I proceeded to drag the girl right back to my room as roughly as I could while she pleaded for mercy, telling me to believe her story. But I couldn't be seen showing weakness, not again. Not ever. I would never put myself in a position that would jeopardize all that I have been trying so hard to perfect and protect for years.   "You think you can fool me with that cock and bull story you thought of last minute? Or that innocent and seductive facade you have on? Do I look that easy and stupid to you?" I snapped at the girl that was now crouched fearfully on my bedroom floor.   'Easy, yes. Stupid, maybe! You literally just kissed her, dimwit!' My subconscious scolded and I ignored it.   She kept mumbling somethings that I was no longer bothering to listen to. I was just going to do what I should have done immediately I found her in my bathroom, what I might have immediately done if I wasn't so attracted to her or if she didn't have that deceitful innocent look.   Kill, beat or keep her captive and then tortured.   After putting on my bathrobe, I picked up my phone to call my men and they all came rushing in immediately, they would dare not waste my time due to my temper anyways.   "I caught the intruder!" I started, "grab her and have her locked in the basement! She needs to be tortured until she spills the truth of what she is here for and who sent her!" I instructed.    

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 room I was in, I quickly dried my eyes. The door creaked open, making a whole bunch of light fill the room, my eyes struggled to come to terms with the sudden exposure as I squinted. Once my eyes got adjusted to the bright light, I opened my eyes fully to look at who had come in. It was him. The man whose name I was yet to know and still managed to scare me. He was still naked at the upper part of his body and somehow, I was convinced that this man keeps trying to show off. Not that I was complaining though, I found myself looking at his biceps and the tattoos that adorned them like art.  If he weren't so scary, maybe I would have wished to run my hands through them, but if I wish that right now, it means I'm really in for my own death sentence. And maybe I really am in for my own death sentence, suicide even. This man had made me feel like he was different when he moved close to me and teased me so much the way he had done the the previous day or today, I wouldn't know in the dark place I was in. Is it a day already? Or two days? Maybe I've even used a week? Well, that wouldn't be realistic though, since I haven't eaten anything since I escaped Salvatore's clutches. My stomach grumbled, as if in agreement to what I had been thinking and it was a very loud one.  And as if in sync with me, the man snapped his fingers and an elderly woman,  who looked like she was in her fifties walked into the room so casually and placed a tray of food on the floor and as soon as she did, she left. I was immediately impressed, whoever this man was, he had the courtesy to at least feed his captives such good food, my father and Salvatore would never. They feed their captives like they are rats.  Well, unless... unless it's been poisoned. Unless I'm to die by poisoning? I would put it past him.  Even though he made me somehow feel safe in a way I can't pinpoint, I know how men like him should never be trusted.  Or maybe I just feel safe with him because I've been through the worst already. Maybe I'm hallucinating even.  I looked at the food on the floor and then back at him, I repeated this action for over three times and he stared at me with an expression that looked like amusement, he finally broke the awkward silence after been in here for a while now, "why were you crying?"  Uh? Was he really asking me that? This man had me locked up in here and has the audacity to ask why I was crying? I don't know? Was I supposed to be laughing at been practically tied to a freaking pole, in a scary dark room? Is he daft? Handsome men tend to be slow sometimes. "You're cussing me out, aren't you?" He suddenly said then chuckled and my eyes widened. If he can read minds or some shit, I'm dead! Literally dead! "What... uh... no?" I stuttered. "Well... you still haven't answered my question....  why were you crying?" He asked again. "Uhm... I want to leave? I don't want to die even though I have nothing to live for, will you please, let me go?" I asked politely, testing my luck. Well, if I ever have one. He simply bursted out laughing, I watched as he even tilted his head backwards while holding his stomach like he had just heard the greatest comedian crack a joke, "you're not going anywhere? Nobody comes into my home like that and leaves. Well, they do leave, but it's either as a friend or as a dead body. And you are no friend, so connect the dots?" My heart started to thump, "I'm going to die? Even... even when I told you the truth?"  "Your truth is a lie, darling. There's no Elena Bianchi anywhere, do you think I won't make my findings? Are you a ghost? Why aren't you in the country's database?" He said, his voice stern and his ability to switch tones and mood in seconds was absolutely scary and at the same mesmerizing.  Why did I think he wasn't going to find out, a man of his caliber and obvious connections was easily going to be able to find things out so easily, but I knew I had to stand my ground as it would mean a fifty fifty chance for me at least, but saying the truth and the real last name, that might immediately get me killed or sent back to square one. "I don't know what you're talking about, I... I am Elena Bianchi. It's possible to have my database erased since I was kidnapped for trafficking, isn't it?"  The man looked at me carefully, as if trying to check for clues or loopholes in what I had just said. He didn't respond to what I had asked but instead threw another question at me, "are you human or a werewolf? Or something else?" He asked in a very soft tone. "Uh... I don't know. Both? Or maybe none? I don't know either, but I'm sure I'm more of a human, you should be able to tell me?" I threw back and his eyes turned dark, "I can't see anything about you! You do not smell like a werewolf nor a human either, what the fuck are you?" He snapped as he held my head up roughly.  "Nothing... nothing. I've never shifted, don't know my parents either so my questions are unanswered. I swear, I do not know either, I promise." I rushed out frantically.  "You don't know who I am, do you?" He suddenly asked, with my head still forcefully held up and him staring right at me like he was looking into my soul. "N...n... no, I don't." I stuttered. He immediately dropped his hands off my chin before speaking, "Oh, let me introduce myself to you then. I'm Deangelo, Deangelo Ferrari."  Blood seemed to drain off my body as I stared at the man before me in utmost shock and added fear. "Does the name ring a bell?"

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 he found out that I was an Amato. It made me so grateful that I had chosen chosen lie, that I had stood my ground too. This was a straight ticket to heaven. Or hell. I ran from a deadly man, and now I was awaiting my fate in front of another. A deadlier and more dangerous one. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. Opening my eyes, I met his gaze. My body still shaking with silent tremors, I sat up straighter. "From your reaction, I guess it does and that's not weird at all, I'm known quite well afterall, but then I'm curious as to what you know me as..." He said, sternly. All I could do in this tense and fearful moment was to stare at his face. It was clenched tight, every little line, every taut muscle on display. He was anger personified with his ticking jaw and gritted teeth. I was supposed to answer him, I knew that. But my tongue was suddenly swollen. I stare at the five o’clock shadow on his square, killer jaw. Tanned, enticing skin. Spiky, messy hair. Black eyes dripping with rage. And veins. God, he has so many veins, running just under his skin. One of them goes down his taut neck. It bumps over his collarbone and then disappears beneath his muscled pecs. His chest was massive and the curves of it make a tight valley that then changes into the ridges of his abdomen. I go to count those ridges and I was pretty sure that he’s got a six-pack. Could be eight too. "Cruel? A beast? Dangerous? Heartless? Uh... deadly? I'm called a lot of these, I like them though." He said again as he chuckled and I shrinked into the chair I was on even more. Then I stood up and moved back towards the wall instead, acting like I was escaping even though I knew that I wasn't getting anywhere. He puts his right arm out and splays it wide on the wall behind me, then he leaned towards me, he then spoke in a raspy tone, “but I can make you call me something else though, daddy for instance." The way he said whatever he said sent shivers down my spine as I instantly remembered the little display that had occurred between us, i could help but be focused on the way his lips moved and his tongue molded around the word and gave it a life. A dangerous kind of life, and suddenly, I’m bombarded with all these ideas. Of what he can do to me. Swallowing, I look at the curl of his biceps. They are huge. He could crush me, if he wanted. He could wrap his large arms around me, restrain me with his body, cover me and hide me under him. And it would take days for someone to find me. “Uh.” I cleared my throat, my eyes still stuck to his rippling muscles, as my lungs are running out of air. Like a puppet, I looked at his arm. My gaze hooked on to something that wasn’t there before. It was a tattoo, a sentence running along one side of his wrist: Forgiveness is a sin. He looked down at it, and then up at me. I must look like a trapped animal, all wide eyes and panting breaths. A frisson of current flashes across his face as he noticed that the tattoo was what caught my attention. I knew that I should be fearing for my life since I was literally in the lion's den but I could cross the attraction I felt either and I felt stupid about it. 'He might be handsome, but he was a monster.' I chanted mentally as if trying to drive something away. It got worse when he moved even closer to me and I barely manage to not squeak. He was bringing his dangerous, half naked bulk even closer to me. Again. “If you come any closer, I’m going to scream,” I warned him, surprised that I even found my own voice. Where was this voice whenever I needed it, it seemed to dissappear when I used it so much and it was always ignored by Salvatore and my father. “Yeah?” “I’m not joking. Please, stop doing this to me.” I said, swallowing my saliva. He cocked his head to the side, still advancing toward me. “Scream. Scream for me." He said, as if daring me. I stick my hand out, careful not to touch him. “C... c... can you please stop with the sexual innuendos? Please." I resorted to begging. He stopped, coming to a sudden halt in his tracks. “What?” He remained silent but watching. There was no expression on his face as whatever was on it before seemed to disappear. All I voild see was nothing but pure intensity, and I couldn't look at him anymore. He was too close. Too large. Too naked. His smell and the heat of his skin surround me like two strong arms and I can’t break their hold. When I felt him leaning toward me, I snapped my eyes up at him. My heart was in my throat, ready to fly out of it as I realized that any second he might touch me. Again. "Guys, untie her. She needs to have her bath." He said, still looking at me. He then continued, "she stinks!"

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 massage herself. I watched the entire scene and felt myself growing hard as well as angry at her or myself, I wouldn't know. I remembered how she had been in the bath with him and my cock jerked awake. I unbuckled my sweatpants to fill my hand with myself. My hand moved down the length of me and then up again while I watched her in the water. She sponged her legs, feet and arms, and then her breasts and back. She settled back into the water in such sensuous manner that got my cock even harder. I couldn't take it anymore so I stepped into the bathroom, unlocking it with my spare keys. "Elena," I called out quietly. She whirled around to face me "Oh my God, you frightened me!" She exclaimed, immediately putting her arms around herself. I simply said nothing. "What do you want?" She asked warily as she clung to the towel. Her hair was lovely, pulled up onto her head, with small little curls escaping everywhere. Her eyes were so expressive; I could barely wait to thrust into her and watch them change colors. I stood before her and said, "Hm... I needed to use my toilet so bad, and you need to be fast with your bath already, it's high time you get back to the basement." I said. "Please, please. Can you not do that to me again? I'm honestly telling the truth. Every single thing I said is the truth. Please..." She started to plead again and I smirked. "I don't believe you though and this time you're going to be tortured so we can get the truth out of you..." I started, "We'll use the hot iron, canes and maybe pepper on... you know where..." I said as she immediately interrupted me scared. She stood up from the bathtub that she had been hiding her whole body before, frightened. "Please, please. I'm so sorry, please don't do this to me." She begged, looking even more desperate. "What are you begging so desperately for? You broke into my home, one of the Ferrari's property, what were you expecting? A welcome party?" I teased at her expense. "I'm sorry, please." She continued begging, still. "What do you want from me, Elena? What am I supposed to do? Just let you go?" I questioned, hating the fact that I was literally sounding way too soft and weak with this girl. I was acting like a pussy even. "Do you even have anywhere to go? The streets? Back into the traffickers' hands?" I said further, knowing fully well that I was baiting the poor girl already. "No... no.. please. Not that either, please, help me. Save me and keep me under your umbrella and pack. Please." She pleaded, not caring about her naked body right in my face. Her mysterious eyes gaze at me with desperation, bringing attention to their beauty, their different colors of brown and silver so vivid in her face that I don’t know which one I should focus more. For some, focusing so much on eyes was exaggerating and unreal, but for me though? I had never seen anything more stunning, and I wonder how they will look when I trail my tongue all over her, teaching her all the ways a body can experience pleasure and still crave more. Will they light up with fire and desire or become the colors of melted stones? I felt like a predator simply baiting its prey. I knew that once I had her, this attraction was sure to be gone, I knew that once my load was offloaded, she would immediately be treated like nothing more than a furniture in my home. What she should actually be treated as. "Why should I help you? What would I gain in doing that? Have you forgotten who you're speaking to? I don't help for absolutely no reason, unless there's a gain for me." I said, baiting her further. "Help me please, keep me here and I’ll do whatever you want.” She finally said what I had been wanting to hear and a smile creeped onto my face. “Sure you want to word it that way? Whatever I want might include a number of things that will be frowned upon by you.” I said, hinting on what I knew that she wouldn't immediately grasp. “I don’t care what it is, I'm ready to do anything you want, just help me, please.” She said, staying right by her decision. I stared at her more wondering why I was playing this dangerous game with my own sanity and principles but I couldn't care less, at least, not yet. "Anything?" I asked again, unable to wipe the smirk on my face. 8.Pure unadulterated lust. 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 protection in return. That would be disastrous and scary since that was one of the things I was running away from in the first place. "Well, I honestly do not know what you can do but I'm willing to give you shelter and work under my home, and that's only because you look pitiful and seem to have no evil intention, but then, I could also be wrong because you could simply be so good at perfecting your pity look." He said and I quickly went down on my knees in both gratitude and plead. "Thank you so much for the chance sir, I promise you that I have absolutely no intention sir, I... can't afford to." I stuttered as tears of joy and gratitude streamed down my face. I was ecstatic, the moon goddess had bestowed a second chance on me, she has decided that I deserve to be happy an free afterall. "Well, I'll be the judge of that... so do not think you've fooled me, I'll have both my eyes and that of my pack on you. Should there be any slip up at all, be rest assured that you aren't going to be thrown out, can you guess what will he done to you?" He asked in a threatening tone that sent shivers down my spine. "Uh... uhm... I'll be punished?" I choked out, my throat suddenly running dry. "How exactly?" He pushed with a creepy smile and I was unable to open my mouth and respond further, I was terrified. When he saw that he wasn't going to get any response from my shivering self, he spoke, "no, it's not death. That's too lenient, I'll make sure that you loose every single one of your limbs and fingers, and then I'll feed you to my men and I don't mean food wise only, so if I were you, I would pray that whatever you told me about yourself is really the truth." He warned and I nodded vehemently like an agama lizard. His dark eyes transmit a warning I receive loud and clear: I’m dangerous. Dont dare lie to me. Stay away. Keep your distance. Too late though because I already lied and his hungry eyes and hypnotic voice have already snared me. Despite the warning, I knew that I had already broken his very first rule. He studied me with unblinking intensity. Neither of us moved. We simply stared at each other. Heat suffused my cheeks. A muscle flexed in his jaw. Finally, he moved. Never taking his gaze off my face, he reached into his coat, pulled out his phone and began to dial on it. For a moment, he looked like he was trying to decide about something, his brow furrowed and his expression pensive. Then he exhales a slow breath at the same time that he placed the phone to his ear, "get in here." He simply said and then he hung up immediately. A man that I had been seeing by his side many times than others appeared in a matter of seconds, if I were to guess right, I would say he's the beta around here. "Yes, Alpha." He said, in his 'ready for anything' stance. "Is the nanny coming back yet?" "No, Alpha. I don't think she's coming back at all, I was just planning on letting you know, she said she would like to focus on her new born baby, she also added that the kids are too much for her to handle." The Beta explained. I was immediately confused as i looked back and forth between them. Kids? Nanny? "Ugh... that's the third nanny this year. To think that I got someone in her middle age because I thought the elderly ones just didn't understand them enough. Anyhow, do you think she'll do?" The Alpha Deangelo asked as he looked in my way. "Uh... sir. To be honest, I think she's too young to cater for even herself much more kids. Plus I don't think they'll even like her, she'll be like an older sister to them, she's way too young sir." The beta said and I found myself almost hating him for discouraging his leader and my benefactor that way. I finally found a place to rest my head, my lies and my secrets and he's ruining it for me? I knew that I had to speak up for myself even though I still had no idea what he was talking about as much as I needed to. But I'll take whatever job that I'm given, as long as I'll be able to hide under this man's umbrella and pack. I'm not going to let his beta ruin my last chance at survival. "I can do whatever job sir, I promise you. You will not regret taking this chance on me, please, let me at least prove myself to you, please." I plead directly to the alpha whole throwing subtle glances at his beta. "Oh, you don't need to plead. I'm giving the job to you anyways, I can't find anywhere to get a quick and thoroughly scanned through nanny now and given the nature of my pack, I can't just accept anybody. So the job is yours, I'll..." "Daddy. Daddy!" Two kids rushed in suddenly, an older one who's female and the younger one who's male. The male child rushed onto Deangelo's legs while he hugs him cheerfully. Daddy? He's a daddy? I was confused and dumbfounded, yes, he already mentioned kids a couple of times but not once did I ever think that those kids would be his own, maybe his niece, nephew or cousins but his biological kids? He doesn't even look a day over twenty-five. Does that mean he's married? Oh my God, Did he do all of that sexual stuff with me despite having a wife?