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.