4. A spy in the Devil's lair.

Deangelo.

I was tired. Extremely tired of having to do so many tasks at once. After confirming that my kids had been safely escorted to school, I decided that it was time for me to retire to bed from the overnight's stress and long travel I had put myself through.

As I retired to my room, the killings and tortures I have done the previous night came to memory and I felt another surge of satisfaction even though I was very tired. I wish that I could do more. I couldn't imagine that a damn gamma could dare to call a truce after everything that his pack has done, really, it makes me laugh even. 

The number of dead werewolves on their ground was very satisfactory for my blood thirsty throat. The agonising scream he let out when I broke four of his right fingers was amazing. And that was not all, the way his eyes widened and he started to crawl away even though it was evident that he wouldn't get anywhere when he saw the knife in my hands was hilarious, I got to him as fast as lightening and he was immediately held down by my men. 

"Why... why are you doing this? How are you any different from Bruno if you do this?" The bastard dared to ask.

"Have I ever, under any circumstances told you that I was different from him? If you think saying anything against your alpha would make me have mercy on you and free you then you're absolutely wrong. I would not rest until I kill every single wolf in your pack and, not until then will I be able to close my eyes comfortably at night!" 

"P....please... Deangelo. Please, we can't keep fighting a futile war, let's... let us try and call it a truce." He spoke yet again, making me laugh, and when I say laugh,  I mean he really did make me laugh hysterically.

"A truce?" I questioned, chuckling.

"You are just a damn gamma in your pack and you're calling a truce? Without your alpha and Beta? Do I look daft to you? I know that it is just your will for survival that is speaking not you. And how dare you speak of calling a truce after all that your pack did to mine? HOW DARE YOU!" I finished, shouting out the last part.

I took hold of his manhood, while watching his panic reaction with so much joy and then I cut it off in one shot as blood splattered on me. But I didn't mind. He whimpered, cried, convulsed and wailed continuously in pain while I finally felt so satisfied with myself, at least for now.

Forgiveness is not an option towards any of my enemies, the Amato pack especially. When it comes to them, death after great tortures was all they deserved, every single one of them. And I will not rest until I've ended every of their lifelines with my very own hands, from the youngest to the eldest of them all.

My mind was finally back in the present time and the tightness of my garments bothered me so much, so I undid my belt, let my trousers drop, and slowly slid the offending shorts to the ground.  I jerked at my tie hard until it came undone and I pulled it off my neck then I proceeded to unbutton my shirt also and soon that was also off leaving me stark naked.

I dragged myself into my closet and lazily grabbed the first robe that was nearer to me but instead of putting it on, I simply dropped it on one of the couches while walking back to my door to lock it knowing that a lot of people in this house had no sense of privacy.

After that was sorted, I strutted towards my bathroom, almost as if my leg was dragging me and I started to ease myself, grunting and closing my eyes while at it.

My phone started to ring loudly in the room where I had left it, causing me to groan in annoyance knowing that it was obviously a call from Luca, wanting to let me know about another problem he had probably solved or one that seemed to be freshly arising.

I rolled my eyes, deciding to just ignore his calls and simply return them when I'm in the comfort of my bed. I chose to give myself a good soak in the bathtub first before anything but just as I walked towards the round bathtub right beside the enclosed transparent space that served as the bathroom, I noticed the foot marks on my floor and I was alarmed.

I looked around the bathroom as my wolf started to channel itself, sniffing around and soon I saw it. A figure hiding behind the transparent glass acting like it was invisible. I walked closer and opened the door suddenly and when my eyes took in what was in my presence, anger surged through me.

It was a girl, a lady or whatever. A female.

A dirty and bruised one from the looks of what I was seeing. She jumped at the sudden invasion and started to shake with so much evident fear even though I didn't take a good look at her face due to the fact that she had it down, fearfully.

She was clothed in a very short see through gown that covered next to nothing on her. Her breasts were unbound, high and perfectly rounded.  Even her nipples were visible as the gown clung to her body and they were pink as roses.

My mouth watered and I almost forgot that this girl could be a spy sent to wipe me out. I was uneasy. An ache began to form inside me. She was slim, with long legs that I ached to have around my waist. I was suddenly aroused, but nothing could prepare me for what I felt when I looked into her face. It was sheer perfection. Despite the bruises and dirtiness, she was very attractive and beautiful.

She had an oval-shaped face, with high cheekbones and luscious pink lips. I wondered idly if her pussy lips would be pink and luscious as well.

I smirked, wondering who was stupid enough to send such a fearful and Naive girl into the devil's lair or why at all she agreed to come into Deangelo's home like it was nothing.

This home was very much guarded because it had my family in it, my kids and my pack. Faraway from the whole Amato versus Ferrari fight, away from pain and unforseen dangers. Nobody had ever succeeded in breaking into this home, not even once.

But somehow, there's this innocent looking girl shivering with so much fear in my bathroom? Is this some sort of disguise just so I move closer to her and she'll be able to stab me or something?

I got a sick idea as I smirked, then walked into the same bathroom space with her, making sure to stand in between her and the entrance she could ever pass through, leaving little room between ourselves. She jumped but didn’t run for her life, well, not like there's anywhere for her to run through.

"Look up!" I snapped, in my most threatening voice. But she didn't listen, instead, she kept her head down, her catchy redhair falling like a curtain around her face, shielding her from me.

I forced her head up, as she finally looked up at me,  at my face, instead of just keeping her eyes closed like before, and honestly, I found her eyes so mesmerizing, its ridiculous. Her eyes were brown, beautiful yet they were torture. So dark were her eyes that I felt myself falling into them, wrapped in a warm brown blanket.

But when tears started to stream down her face, I was snapped out of the lust or whatever this was. My brow furrowed as I stared at her.

What was a girl like this doing in my home? Why would a girl like her be in here? She looked so innocent and fragile,  almost like I could break her in half if I wanted to. She had the look of one with a soul intact, yet hiding as a child may from monsters imagined or real. The girl is more fragile than the glass ballerina that sits on my daughter's shelf in her room. I think if I were spin her too hard in a dance, her limbs might just snap.

Something stirred in me the more I looked at her and I didn't like it. It was the same one that stirred in me when I met my late wife, something I have sworn to never let back into my life. Softness, tenderness and then anger coursed through me as I immediately grabbed her by the neck.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!" I thundered, almost choking the life out of her, even when I had just realized that I was still stark naked.

After various back and forth between us, I asked of her name. "Elena, Elena Bianchi." She replied very fearfully.

"Bianchi? Which Bianchi?" I asked as I took a little step closer to her, refusing to cover myself up.

Embarrassing her seemed to amuse me and I had not gotten much amusements for a while now. Her see through undergarments got to me even further, I had been trying to avoid staring at it longer than necessary,  but right now, I couldn't care anymore. I stared at her as openly as possible and it was very obvious that she noticed it too.

I wanted her. My wolf did too, I don't know why yet but it was probably for a night, maybe. Or two.

My mate was dead afterall, the moon goddess never bestows more than one mate but then I couldn't help but wonder why I have been thinking about the beauty in front of me, one I met barely minutes ago. I was throbbing at the mere thought of her long legs around my waist and I was bewitched by the red hair and brown eyes.

"Uh... I don't know... I'm just Elena Bianchi. I'm a nobody so my Bianchi might not be any Bianchi you know." She replied.

My gaze wandered over her form for the umpteenth time, starting with her breasts, chest, hips, and then back to her breasts. My fingers unconsciously wandered over the neckline and rested on her collarbone, outlining it in a suggestive manner.

She shuddered lightly. Out of fear, obviously.

My cock bounced at the thought of her little pussy tight and surrounding me. It was weird, the attraction, the chemistry I had towards this strange girl who could be a spy or even an assassin, it was all very wierd, one would think I had not been fucked in a while... or that I had found a second mate.

Well, it had to be the first option though. The last time I did was over two years ago. I always felt like I was doing something wrong or cheating whenever I tried to, I just didn't get that feeling since my wife was murdered.

Feeling such arousal and sensation towards this one was new, I had to have her. It was just too strong to let go. I needed a good fuck and that was it.

I was in awe and in anger. Our breathing was heavy as my body pushed softly into hers. My hard muscular one melted into her soft body. My cock ached to be inside her little cunt, and my anger seemed to make me want her all the more.

I moved between her legs as my fingers brushed against her nipples almost looking like a mistake even though it was intentional. She tried to shrink even further into the wall. Her red hair cascaded down her back and all I wanted was to tie it around my fist and bend her over the bath’s walls then pound into her. She would cry and beg me for more… I know that she would.

The silence in the room was way too comfortable for us both as we looked at each other like this was totally normal, like I hadn't just found her in my bathroom. Like we had known each other for nothing less that three months.

I admired her legs and bottom as she tried moved away from me and then I stepped back to give her space.

"Please... I'm sorry." She managed to squeak out, obviously scared of what I was going to do to her.

She was innocent, or at least, she looked innocent but she was also passionate and young. Her body was made for pleasure, and I would definitely be the one to teach her.

I didn't know what came over me but before I knew it, I pulled her against me suddenly. My mouth descended upon hers and devoured her breath. My tongue delved into her mouth and I reveled in it. I pulled her slim hips to myself and she was soon nestled between my legs.

I had expected her to push me off immediately and she seemed to try, yet not as much as she's supposed to.

My hands moved to touch her face and my tongue delicately opened her mouth. My fingers threaded into her red hair as my lips took hers. I was unable to stop.

“STOP!” She finally exclaimed and backed away from me suddenly, holding her hand before her mouth. "Why are you doing this? Please..." She asked.

Her push and scream seemed to make me get back my strength and senses as I pondered on what had just happened. What had I just done?

Why was I kissing the same girl who I have found minutes ago? What the hell is wrong with me? Was I that horny?

I proceeded to drag the girl right back to my room as roughly as I could while she pleaded for mercy, telling me to believe her story. But I couldn't be seen showing weakness, not again. Not ever. I would never put myself in a position that would jeopardize all that I have been trying so hard to perfect and protect for years.

"You think you can fool me with that cock and bull story you thought of last minute? Or that innocent and seductive facade you have on? Do I look that easy and stupid to you?" I snapped at the girl that was now crouched fearfully on my bedroom floor.

'Easy, yes. Stupid, maybe! You literally just kissed her, dimwit!' My subconscious scolded and I ignored it.

She kept mumbling somethings that I was no longer bothering to listen to. I was just going to do what I should have done immediately I found her in my bathroom, what I might have immediately done if I wasn't so attracted to her or if she didn't have that deceitful innocent look.

Kill, beat or keep her captive and then tortured.

After putting on my bathrobe, I picked up my phone to call my men and they all came rushing in immediately, they would dare not waste my time due to my temper anyways.

"I caught the intruder!" I started, "grab her and have her locked in the basement! She needs to be tortured until she spills the truth of what she is here for and who sent her!" I instructed.