What is special about her?

Alpha Lorenzo Bianchi - POV

“This way, sir,” the bartender instructed as I downed my glass of scotch in one go. I felt the warmth spread through me. I glanced at the dance floor and realized Gabriel wasn’t there anymore, so I pulled out my phone and texted him before following the bartender.

We walked down a dimly lit hallway, and my heart raced with anticipation and unease. After what felt like an eternity, he came to a stop in front of a closed door. He took out a set of keys from his pocket and opened the door, stepping inside while I followed him.

The room was dark, and when the man flipped on the lights, my gaze immediately landed on the bed. There she was. She looked like she was fast asleep, and a frown creased my forehead. “She is sleeping?” I asked, noticing the nervous look on the bartender’s face.

“You can wake her up, sir,” he suggested, but I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Um, sir,” he continued, sensing my reluctance. I took out my wallet, grabbed a few hundred dollars, and handed it to him. An instant smile spread across his face. “Enjoy your night,” he said before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

I walked to the door and locked it. As I turned back toward the woman, I couldn’t shake the sensation that something was off. This human town may be under my control, but I never meddled in human affairs. I pulled up a chair and placed it next to the bed, taking a seat as I studied her.

The longer I looked, the more I sensed she wasn’t entirely human. I leaned in closer, taking a sniff of the air, and my eyes widened in alarm.

She is a rogue.

I lightly shook her shoulder, trying to wake her, but it was as if she were in a deep slumber. A frown appeared on my face. I knew the bartender was human; he must have given her a drug that could knock out a human, but this was beyond what I expected.

Worry gnawed at my insides as I moved closer to her. Just as I was about to push her hair away from her face, my phone began to ring. I took it out and saw it was Gabriel. “Hello?”

“Enzo, where are you? Are you coming back to the pack, or should I send a car in the morning?” His voice was steady but tinged with concern.

“We have a problem, Gab. Come to room number four,” I replied, my heart racing at the thought of what I had discovered.

“Okay,” he said without asking for details before the line went dead. I glanced around the room and spotted her handbag. Opening it, I searched for an ID and found her driver’s license.

*Knock knock.*

I placed her bag on the side table and walked to the door. When I opened it, I saw Gabriel standing there, his expression serious. “What’s wrong?” he asked as I stepped aside to let him in.

“Who is she, Enzo?”

“Well, according to her driver’s license, her name is Ava Rossi,” I said, watching him sniff the air before his back stiffened.

“She is a rogue.”

“Yes,” I confirmed, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on my shoulders.

“We should just leave, Enzo. She is out of our territory, and she is not our problem.” Gabriel's words were filled with reason, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to help her. The bartender had drugged her and sold her to me.

“I am taking her back to the pack,” I declared, my voice firm as I felt the urge to protect.

“Enzo, she is a rogue. And you know exactly what we are dealing with. If we take her back to the pack, it will only add to our problems.” Gabriel reasoned, but I turned around and glared at him, frustration boiling inside me.

“I am the Alpha, Gabriel, and what I say goes. Do you understand?” I asked, my voice low and intense.

“Yes,” he replied, bowing his head slightly, but I could see the doubt in his eyes. I walked to the bed and gently lifted Ava in my arms, feeling her warmth against me.

“Take her bag,” I instructed as I stepped out of the room with Gabriel right behind me. As we passed the dance floor, I noticed the bartender glaring at me with anger. He marched toward us, but before he could get closer, Gabriel blocked his path, and soon, two of my warriors stepped in as well.

I walked out of the noisy bar, the cool night air hitting me like a wave as I headed toward my car. Just as I reached the back door, a warrior quickly walked to my side and opened the door for me. I gently placed Ava inside and closed the door, my heart racing with the knowledge that I was taking a big risk. “Head back to the pack and ensure there are no issues tonight,” I instructed, and he nodded. “Also, bring her car to the pack.” I handed him the car keys.

“Which car, Alpha?”

“I don’t know. But find out and bring it to the pack,” I ordered, and he nodded before walking away.

I climbed into the driver’s seat, feeling a mix of determination and apprehension. A few minutes later, the passenger side door opened, and Gabriel slid in. “What did you do to the bartender?” I asked as I reversed out of the parking lot and merged onto the road.

“I asked a few warriors to bring him to our dungeon,” he replied, a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

“You found the drugs?” I questioned, and he nodded.

“I think he knows about our kind. I mean, how else would he have gotten hold of the drug?” he asked, and I felt my suspicions about the bartender solidify.

“Did he say anything?” I pressed, and he shook his head.

“But I can get the truth out of him in no time,” he said confidently, a smirk forming on his lips.

As we arrived back at the pack, I drove straight to my house and parked the car. Gabriel turned to face me, his expression serious. “Are you going to keep her here?”

“It would be safer,” I replied, knowing that I couldn’t just turn my back on her.

“You are never lenient with rogues, Enzo. What is special about her?” Gabriel asked.