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?"