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33. Elena Resigned.
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Living with the Enemy. 34. Bratty Little Boy
Sofia. I watched as Diego shivered so badly while his headache just went worse, and the fact that all of these just happened in a twinkle of an eye is so shocking. After he had gone up to his room while throwing tantrums saying that he wanted Elena back, we did not see him come back down and the alpha had instructed during lunch that we should not go and beg him if he decides to go on yet another hunger strike again because he doe not want him to think he can simply get away with anything by just embarking on a hunger strike. But then, when we had no choice but to check on him for early dinner, we were shocked to find him with his temperature so high and his body shivering like he was thrown in a pool of ice. The alpha looked so concerned and worried about his well being so even though I did not give two fucks about these kids at all, I decided to stay for the night and take care of him. But not without me having my own personal vendetta and which is to be closer to Deangelo of cour
Last Updated : 2023-02-14Living with the Enemy. 35. Get her Back.
Deangelo.“Please,” a voice murmured, snapping my attention to the middle of the circle that had some dusts sprinkled, and in the circle was a man breathing heavily while standing with a tight chain, which was attached to the ceiling, wrapped around his neck. His fingers were digging into the metal and trying to rip it off. He huffed in exasperation.“Can’t shift, Bryan?” I smirked.He licked his dry lips, shifting a little, his bare feet slapping against the concrete while he extended one of his hands to me and croaks, “Please, Deangelo. Please, I am not even part of the Amato pack anymore, I am a changed wolf and I haven’t even seen them in years.”The pleading in his voice ignited the familiar excitement at the pit of my stomach, yet it extinguished quickly with the boredom that had lately been my constant companion. The last month had gone by with little to no progress concerning finding weaknesses aginst Bruno and his pack.I walked to the table and grabbed a bottle of tequila be
Last Updated : 2023-02-15Living with the Enemy. 36. No, it was not Salvatore.
Elena.After leaving the Ferrari’s estate, even though I literally had nowhere to go, but with the money that was with me, I decided to look for the cheapest hotel I could find but it was futile so after walking around all though the day, seeing that the night was falling so fast, I had to settle for a first motel that I sighted.The motel was an old building that had somehow managed to elbow its way between a converted warehouse and a block of apartments. The hotel had just five bedrooms, stacked on top of one another like a house of cards, each one with a view of the canal. The flower market was a short walk away and even at night the air smelled sweet.Dressed in a long black dress with a facemask and scarf wrapped around my head, while carrying a little bag of clothes and some food, I walked into the building.The motel lobby had the same odour as an old folks home. The floor carpet was a decade too old and with an old fashioned pattern of large flowers interrupted by worn and thr
Last Updated : 2023-02-16Living with the Enemy. 37. I want Jules' Life.
Sofia.I tiptoed into Jules’ room as I fantasized about how I would definitely become its new inhabitant when it all falls in place between Deangelo and I, the ultimate dream of mine since forever.I tiptoed in, so as not to disturb the prints in the carpet from her oh-so graceful feet. I gazed in envy at the numerous beautiful hardback books that her husband had given her; they had never been read and simply collected dust and had stood in piles. It made me bitter when I thought of the tattered copies of the classics I had scavenged for at jumble sales and the efforts I made to return the library books I so frequently borrowed.Paper shopping bags from expensive shops, many still with new yet unworn designer garments hung off door handles and bed posts, reminiscent of the countless shopping trips Jules would make. My tiptoeing feet stepped over the the boxes that had her belongings and I glared at the beautiful things she had, at the silver jewelled necklaces that would glint, even i
Last Updated : 2023-02-17Living with the Enemy. 38. Funny Videos on youtube.
Funny Videos on Youtube.Elena.I was literally dragged away from the midst of the homeless people by Mr. Deangelo and I had been too shocked to resist, but as soon as we were at his car, I got to my senses and snatched my hand away from his.Refusing to follow him back home, I started to walk away with guilt, totally convinced that I was doing the right thing because he does not deserve to be close to the enemy’s child like that but then I immediately halted when he yelled.“Diego is sick! Mia keeps throwing tantrums, the kids want you, they miss you. And remember that you have absolutely no right to quit like that. Or have I given you any reason to think you could simply get up and defy me? Are you forgetting whom it is that you are dealing with right now?” He threatened but even without his threats, hearing that Diego was sick because of me and that Mia even wants me back was enough to get me into his ar without as much as grumbling.After hugging and laughing with the pack for alm
Last Updated : 2023-02-18Living with the Enemy. 39. Story telling skills.
Elena.Days had passed since I returned back into the Ferrari Pack’s abode, much to my self guilt. I was seated with Camila in her room while the kids get tutored by Sofia in their lecture room and this has been some sort of ritual for Camila and I since I returned.Right now, she was talking so sensually about some sex she recently had with her ex, one who I know nothing about of course and I listened to her so attentively because her story telling skills was second to none, really.“I am telling you that when the door closed, every pretence between us fell instantly. The facade we were showing the world and ourselves melted away and all we wanted was to fuck each other's brains out. Every kiss had a raw intensity as we breath fast and our heart rated faster. Then before I know how it happened, we were naked and our skin was moving softly together, like the finest of silk.Girl, I felt his hand enter from below and it started moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he w
Last Updated : 2023-02-19Living with the Enemy. 40. He found me.
Elena.I took another look at the sexy, white cocktail dress lying on the bed, and I immediately began stripping. The thin spaghetti straps did almost nothing to hold up my breasts, but it fit perfectly, molding to my body, and it made my skin look darker than it actually was. Camila sure had awesome taste, and it was probably a good thing that she’d gotten me the dress, after all. I had not even cared about the party to bother with what to wear tonight.Dashing into the bathroom, I rinsed my calves and feet of the sand I’d picked up on my walk with Diego, and I quickly brushed out my long, red hair and applied a little lip gloss. I scurried back into the bedroom, grabbed the tan strappy heels she’d left by the dress, and ran back into the hallway and down the stairs. “You look absolutely ravishing, girl.” Camila had said as she gave me a once over.I take in her own appearance too, she was in a yellow dress that just beautifully compliments her skin so well. The dress covered her sh
Last Updated : 2023-02-20Living with the Enemy. 41. A Dark Alleyway.
Elena.Even though I have never been most of all my life, I knew that walking down a dark, cold alley way is never a good thing. It creates tension. It creates fear. It always makes my blood run cold and my feet move faster. Trying to get back into the light at the end of the tunnel, It makes us wonder if I get so scared by an alley, why do we continue to walk through them?The answer was obvious, we want to get to our final destination faster. Surely though, a few more minutes the long way wouldn't be that bad? One where we'd feel safer, we would also walk normally even. We wouldn't keep looking behind us, making sure no-one was following us. Being safe was worth the extra time, right? After all we never know what's lurking in the shadows. Especially for someone like me who has been abused all my life.If there’s anything at all that I have learnt, it is the fcat that passing through alleyways is never a good idea. Never, most of the time, the kids in my pack were always lurking aro
Last Updated : 2023-02-21
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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
Living with the Enemy. 141: A brutal Battle.
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
Living with the Enemy. 140: Newfound status.
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
Living with the Enemy. 139: The peace you seek.
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
Living with the Enemy. 138: In the face of my own death.
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
Living with the Enemy. 137: Grip of Bruno Amato.
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
Living with the Enemy. 136: Don't self-sabotage.
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
Living with the Enemy. 135: Memories of Elena.
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
Living with the Enemy. 134: Let yourself come.
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
