Alpha Enzo

Enzo’s POVI looked down at my watch. I rocked back on my heels. I sighed. “Are you ready yet?” There was a tremble in my mate’s voice – Scarlett’s voice, I corrected, though even thinking the word mate sent a flush of heat roaring through me – as she replied. “Nearly, Alpha Enzo. I’m sorry.”“Don’t be sorry,” I said, my eyebrows pinching together. Why would she be sorry? What did she have to be sorry for?I frowned at the closed door. She’d not let me follow her into her room, though she’d given me no explanation as to why – but her pretty face had reddened and her upturned, blue-green eyes had glittered. She’d turned away quickly, her auburn hair whipping through the space between us, creating a physical barrier that had made me wonder if she truly wanted me to claim her.She was mine, after all. Despite my impatience, a smile pushed at my lips. I’d waited four years for this and, though I knew nothing about her, about my Scarlett, I knew that she was perfect for me. I scrubbed a h

Enzo’s POVI was going to kill him. My hand tightened on Scarlett’s as we stepped through the portal. The cold hit us almost instantly. I barely felt it; my rage burned so hot that I could’ve sworn the snowflakes melted before they even touched my skin.Alpha Ryker had hurt her. She wouldn’t admit it, but she didn’t have to. It was clear as day in the quiver of her lower lip and the distant look in those beautiful blue-green eyes.“It’s amazing,” she breathed, as we stepped out into a meadow, teeming with wildflowers and scraggy, dry grasses. The Canadian Rockies reached above the heads of the pines and firs in the distance, capped with snow, imposing against a blue sky that was crisp in a way it only ever seemed to be in autumn. Fat grey clouds drifted above, scattering snowflakes on the wind.My lips hooked up into a smile. “Yeah, I suppose it is.” “I know about the time difference, of course, but,” she paused, her lips parting as she spun on the spot, twisting as far around as sh

Enzo’s POVI chewed on the inside of my cheek as I stared down at the book. Simply Elemental, it was called: a battered old paperback that looked as though it had been passed around a lot, the spine bent out of shape, the corners dog-eared. I picked up the scrap of paper that had fallen from it and went to tuck it back inside the cover.I paused, the paper curling in my palm. I could look at it. Just quickly. Nobody would ever know…With a sigh, I tucked it away. I would know, and that was enough. Scarlett needed to trust me – I couldn’t break it so soon. My heart swelled at the thought of her, panging at the memory of the fear and pain in her eyes before she’d all but sprinted from the room. Something bad had happened to her, I could guess that much. And, as much as I wanted to rush things with her, sometimes wanting to bend her over the bed and others wanting to ask for her hand in God-damned marriage, I knew we’d have to take this slow. Like, snail’s pace slow.I’d only known her a

Enzo’s POVScarlett was asleep by the time we reached the medical centre. I laid her down gently on the crisp white bed and started carding my fingers through her hair, plucking out dry leaves and snapped twigs. Even in sleep she didn’t look peaceful, her full mouth twisted with pain and shadows hollowing out her closed eyes.“So, this is your mate?”I looked up, my fingertips stilling on her scalp. Medic Emila was a harried-looking woman in her late twenties, though the first streaks of grey in her brown hair and the permanent frown line between her eyebrows lent her years she was yet to live. “Yes.” I worked my jaw, but before I could fill the silence Emila set to inspecting Scarlett’s head.“I feel quite fortunate to be the first to meet her. Well – not quite the first.” She paled, her gaze flicking up to meet mine. “No.” Why had this incident rendered me an idiot? “And,” I added, “these are not the circumstances I wished for anyone to meet her under.”“Of course not, Alpha.”Sil

Enzo’s POVScarlett trembled in my arms, staring fixedly at my chest. A single finger reached for the whorl of ink that crested my collarbone, and she traced it, her touch feather-light, as she began to speak.“I realised I couldn’t shift into my wolf form when I was fifteen.” She inhaled shakily, even though this was a part of her story I’d already heard. Dread knotted in my belly. “My parents told me to hide it for as long as I could, but Alpha Ryker has us join training the day after our fifteenth birthdays. So he knew, as did everyone else, as soon as I was forced out onto the training field and just stood there.” Her breathing hitched, and she paused, her fingertip stilling at the hollow of my throat. It felt an oddly intimate, and memories of her – perked breasts, heavy breathing, flushed lips – shot straight down my core. I ran a hand down her side, settling it in the curve of her waist. “He gave me a week,” she continued, her tone going flat. “A week to shift, and prove that