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?"
Deangelo. With determination fueling my every move, I charged forward, paying no heed to the smaller threats that stood in my way. My sole focus was on reaching Salvatore, not out of a desire for revenge, but to protect what was left of my family. Inside the house, my teenage daughter and her baby brother were trapped, gripped by fear. In the midst of the chaos, an unexpected thought emerged from deep within my mind—it was Elena. Memories of our time together came rushing back, flooding my consciousness with emotions. I recalled the happiness we shared, the moments of laughter, and the profound connection that blossomed between us. To my surprise, I realized that I had fallen in love with her, even though our relationship was kept secret due to the complicated circumstances. Sofia, on the other hand, had no place in my personal life, our interactions limited strictly to professional matters. This realization hit me with a powerful impact, reverberating throughout my entire being. B
Deangelo. A growing unease consumed me, a feeling that something was not right. The arrival of the Guta pack brought a glimmer of hope, as they seemed kind and friendly, briefly easing my troubled mind. However, their initial numbers appeared surprisingly low. Their beta assured me that more of their pack members would join us by morning. Though unspoken, I found comfort in their presence, knowing that despite Bruno's injuries, his pack still posed a significant threat. And then, it hit me like a sudden gust of wind—an unmistakable sensation of an Alpha's demise, specifically that of Bruno Amato. Wolves typically couldn't sense the death of another unless they shared a deep bond as mates. But Alphas had a special ability to perceive the loss of a fellow leader, especially when tied by a tumultuous history. It resonated deep within me—Bruno was undoubtedly dead. Without wasting time, I shared this troubling news with the members of the Guta pack. If there was one thing I had learned
Elena. I opened my eyes, my mind struggling to make sense of the warmth and color that surrounded me. I was alive, and that fact alone was both surprising and bewildering. How could I be alive? I vividly remembered the feeling of Bruno's hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. The coldness had consumed me, and I had embraced the certainty of death. But now, here I was, staring up at Luca's anxious face. "Luca, what... what happened?" I managed to whisper, my voice weak and filled with disbelief. His eyes searched mine, his worry etched deeply into his expression. "Elena, I planned it," he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of guilt and determination. "When Alessandro discovered your true identity, I knew DeAngelo wouldn't forgive you easily, especially with his memory loss. So, I secretly injected you with a toxin—a drug that simulates death." I blinked, trying to absorb his words. He had risked everything to save me, resorting to an experimental drug that cou
Deangelo. I lifted Elena's lifeless body and brought her to Luca, who was the only one among us with a bit of medical knowledge. My mind was blank, unable to fully grasp the seriousness of what had happened. Luca took one look at her, his face filled with sorrow, and pronounced her dead. The truth hit me like a huge wave, overwhelming me with its finality. She had no pulse, her windpipe crushed and beyond repair. I stood there, shocked and unable to move, trying to process the events that had just unfolded. How could this be? I never wanted to get involved in this whole situation. To be honest, I was still reeling from the shock of the revelation Elena had shared with me. I didn't even know if I was angry or not, but I definitely felt betrayed and foolish. The thought of Elena being close to my children and the potential danger she might have posed to them weighed heavily on my mind. The fact that I had no knowledge of all this when I should have known made me feel even worse. I had
Elena. As we made our way back to safety, the feeling of triumph mixed with uncertainty filled the air around us. Inside the car, tension hung heavy, and a silence settled in. I expected Deangelo to bombard me with questions about my betrayal, seeking answers to make sense of the complicated situation we were entangled in. However, he seemed distant, lost in his own thoughts. Even Alessandro's voice, discussing plans for a counterattack and the complete destruction of the remaining Amato pack, failed to grab his attention. The silence dragged on, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered queries. The journey back seemed never-ending, and with each passing moment, my unease grew. I stole glances at Deangelo, hoping to catch a glimpse of his thoughts, but his inner turmoil remained hidden. Alessandro's excitement was palpable, in stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. Luca, always the strategist, recognized the potential benefits of the plan, acknowledging that it
Deangelo. Doubt started to creep into my mind as I looked around at the deserted place that Elena had given me the address for. Should I turn back? It wasn't because of fear, but rather because I couldn't understand how Elena could have any connection to this location or how she even knew about it. However, my curiosity got the better of me, urging me to keep exploring. Honestly, there wasn't much to see in the first place. The walls were falling apart, and there was barely any furniture left. I found a chair with no arms and sat down, rocking it back and forth while I waited for Elena to arrive. I hoped she would come and tell me what she wanted, maybe it had something to do with my memories? Time seemed to stretch out as I pondered our situation. I had no immediate plans to marry Elena, that was clear. But deep down, I had a growing sense of certainty that our lives were connected, and our paths would eventually lead us together. In that dimly lit room, I let my thoughts wander. M