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!"