Elena.It had been two whole weeks since I was accepted into the Ferrari pack and I had been living amazingly okay with them without any issues.Yet.I had even grown so close to Camila and I've grown to understand in my little way about friendship and relationships with people. Camila had been nothing but nice to me, she gists me about everything and anything. She was like the sister and bestfriend I have always wanted but never got. Another thing I liked about her was how she never asked about my background or where I was from, it was almost as if she knew I didn't want to talk nor reminisce about that aspect of me at all. She was also responsible for the clothes I put on, she gave me clothes from time to time especially body hugging gowns claiming that I would look better in them just because I had a tinier waist.I had just returned from Diego's school where I had gone to bring him back home and I joined Camila and her mom in the lounge where they both sat, talking.The fact that
Elena.I moved closer as I gave Mia a once over. Her golden hair was in a ponytail. She was wearing a tule and the ballet shoes, all pink. and her skin was porcelain clear and she has the prettiest eyes. She’s actually very attractive underneath all her mean look. "I asked you girls a question, what do you think you are doing?!" I repeated as sternly as I could muster. "What's it to you? Who are you?" One of the girls questioned giving me an irritated look while I took my mask off."I am an adult who caught you use those hands on her just few seconds ago!" I snapped, visibly pissed."Well, adult... how about you mind your own business instead of you going around poking your nose into what you weren't invited to, uh?" Another girl said and it was then that I noticed that two of the girls were very identical in looks and everything. They were obviously twins. The only odd one out was the beautiful brown skin black haired one amongst them who also looked like she'd rather be anywhere
Elena.I had been running around, looking for Mia for over thirty minutes now and I still couldn't find her. After she ran out of her school due to what had happened with the twins and the Alpha, we were still yet to see her come back and I couldn't help but panic, hoping that she was perfectly okay and just hiding out somewhere.Black clouds began to sprawl across the sky, billowing in from the west. They drain colour from houses, trees and parked cars, leaving neighbourhoods tinted bronze in the dense light. The air grew heavy and the humidity pressed down, suffocating. The scent of rain was dark and heady.Soon, there was absolute stillness. No air stirred the grass or leaves. No clouds drifted in the sea of blue above. No water dripped or flowed. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even my own breath seemed to die as soon as it left my mouth. In the silence came a low crackle of thunder, rolling across rooftops to the pattering of tiny raindr
Deangelo. After all that happened yesterday, I had not managed to get a word with both Mia and Elena. They ignored me like I was plague and even I now know that I was failing miserably at this parenting thing, and I feel as though the weight of the world was sitting heavily on my shoulders. I was finishing up some work and planning with Luca and Anna and just as I proceeded to go, Anna gets into my car with me, causing me to sigh. I winked at Luca to get down and come home with his car so I could have some time alone with her."Alpha, should we go to my place?" She said and I immediately shake my head, “I can’t tonight.” Her face fell. “Why not?” Here we go. I knew this was coming, I just knew that these females will always managed to get entangled into every little thing. “I’ve got things I need to do today. I need to get home.” I replied as I tried so hard not to snap at her.She knows me, she knew how thin my patience was, she knew how this was absolutely nothing and yet she wa
Elena.We were able to sort the bullying case with Mia and now, she started see me in a different light than she did before. She even asks about my night, day and how I am doing whenever she sees it.Progress. Baby steps.I had been feeling some type of way about how I had shouted and yelled at the alpha during the incident with Mia. I didn't know what to do, how to apologize nor how to even start to say I was sorry for how I had yelled at him even though he actually deserved it. Hence, instead of doing any of things, I exchanged little to no words with him unless it was highly necessary.I remained seated just before the kids extra lessons with Sofia and while they ate, I sat with them, only Sofia was with us. Mrs Cali and Camila was out on a personal endeavor for some hours.While we ate, Diego suddenly spoke while eating, despite having been corrected not to do this several times, "uh... Ms. Elena, why don’t you have a boyfriend?”The fish nearly fell out of my mouth. “What?” I ask
Deangelo.I woke up sad and solemn today, it was my mom’s death anniversary after all. it was also my wife’s. The fact they both died on the same day is something that I think the universe intentionally planned on just to mock me.I remained seated in my study as my mind wanders around, my zeal and quest for revenge went higher and higher the more I reminisce about how my mom and my wife had been killed by the same set of people and how they have somehow managed to keep evading being death with by me and my pack.A particular scene kept coming back, how I had watched my mom get raped and killed by the alpha of the Amato pack, how I had watched it all happen while I hid away like a coward under the bed just to avoid being seen as mother had instructed. no child should ever have to see their mother get treated so inhumanely. No child should watch his mother get brutally taken advantage of and then choked till there was no air left in her lungs.I had grown up with that image of my mothe
Elena.I looked around awkwardly as soon as Mia walked out on her dad and ran up the stairs as I wondered idly if I should run after her or not I had woken up to preparations that I didn't quite understand, at least, not until Camila had told me and immediately she did, I feel so bad and sad.i just couldn’t imagine what the kids were going through having lost their mother, but the one person I felt even sadder for was the alpha, losing his mother at a young age and then his wife at an older age on the same freaking day is not anything anybody should be made to experience. I knew that even though he acts like he’s stronger than all that happened to him, he feels it anyway.“I think it is high time that Deangelo gets a new mother for these kids, don’t you think?” I heard Madam Beatrice say as i looked in her direction.The few weeks I have used in the house has made me learn about her ways and way of thinking and i would be lying if i said i liked any of it. She was very shallow and sp
Deangelo.My mom was the rockstar of my world, my anchor, my safe place. She was my heaven, my superhero.She was one for surprises, each day a multitude of tiny things... how they made me smile from toe to lips.Which hand was my cookie in? Which way would we walk to school? Would be splashing in puddles or leaping over? Would we dance our special jig if we saw a cat? It was so fun, all those everyday adventures... I can still feel her excitement at seeing a simple flower or the way the light played upon the path. In a life so overwhelming and tight like ours, it was her that was amazing, not because she was given so much, yet because she made it that way.Dad and some of his strong gammas had not been around when mom it all happened. I can vividly remember how I was slumped at the table in my room, my brows creased and face tense when Mom had walked in with a coffee in hand as she asked "How are you, my baby?" her tone casual and light.I scowled at her scrambled eggs, "I don't know
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
Mia. At school, I found myself trying to avoid everyone, slipping through the hallways like a shadow. Ever since Andrew and I had broken up, I couldn't help but wonder how things would change. Would the dynamics shift back to how they were before? Would people go back to bullying me or causing trouble just because I was no longer with him? I knew deep down that the connection I had with Andrew was special, but I couldn't help but question if his friends truly liked me for who I was or if they were simply being polite because Andrew was their friend. It was hard not to let my mind wander to the possibility that they were just sticking around to make him happy. As I walked through the school corridors, I couldn't escape the stares and whispers that followed me. It felt like everyone's eyes were on me, judging and speculating. I tried my best to maintain my composure and not let their opinions affect me, but it was easier said than done. I had always been aware that my relationship wit
Deangelo. I gazed out of the window, my mind in turmoil. The realization of my feelings for Elena had hit me like a tidal wave. How could this be happening? How could I find myself falling in love with someone I barely knew? And to complicate matters further, she was my children's nanny. It was a tangled mess of emotions and uncertainties. Amidst the confusion, one thing became painfully clear to me. I couldn't go through with marrying Sofia. It was like a truth that had been buried deep within me, waiting for the right moment to surface. The connection I felt with Elena, even in the short time we had spent together, felt real and genuine. It was the first time in a long while that something had felt right. As I contemplated my feelings, memories of Elena flooded my thoughts. Her captivating smile, the way she cared for my children with such tenderness, and the kindness she showed me when I was at my lowest point. There was an undeniable chemistry between us that couldn't be ignored
Deangelo. I still couldn't shake off the stagnant, unsettling feeling in my chest. The doctor had just left after giving me a clean bill of health. It should have been a relief, but instead, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me. My alpha genes ensured that my body healed rapidly, leaving me with no valid excuse to postpone the wedding any longer. I felt trapped, bound by societal expectations and the promises I had made. The idea of marrying Sofia, even though she had been a close friend of my late wife Jules, weighed heavily on my conscience. Jules had loved Sofia like a sister and believed she would be the perfect companion for me after her passing. At first, I embraced that sentiment, hoping that Sofia's presence would bring comfort and a sense of continuity to my life. But as the wedding day approached, doubts began to gnaw at my soul. Was I doing this for the right reasons? Was I truly ready to move on and commit myself to someone new? The truth was, I felt torn between my