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?