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Living with the Enemy. 54. Shut up, Elena!
Elena.I had spent the entire day trying to get the image of naked Mr. Deangelo out of my head but it had been very difficult to do, especially his-Ugh!I facepalmed myself, and I was even thinking of slapping myself hard to hopefully get the sexy man off my head, but Sofia’s voice stopped me. I had not even seen approach me, heck! She never approaches me, she does not even talk to me unless it had something to do with instructions or even scolding me.So seeing her even speaking to me right then with a smile on her face while attempting to take a seat right beside me was nothing short of shocking.“Hy, Elena. How are you doing today?” She asked and it all grossed me out, I felt like it made no sense. Since when did she care about how I was? The same person who never bothered to be kind to me or even ask how I was doing when what had happened to me happened.“Uh, fine?” I managed to reply while trying to think of what could be reason for the sudden and probably temporary change in at
Last Updated : 2023-02-28Living with the Enemy. 55. Look at me.
Seeing Elena shrinking in to the chair that she was on and literally shivering while doing this was nothing short of shocking and scary even for someone like me.I had just wanted to speak to her speak to her about what had happened between us, nothing more, nothing less and when she continued to freak out and ramble thinking that I had just called her to scold her or probably punish her was amusing so I had told her to shut up in a way that I thought that I was joking. I was not even that stern nor scary with my choice of tone on her so I really did not expect her to do this.“Elena? Are you okay? What is wrong with you?” I said to her, concern and worry written all over my face as I moved closer to her to try to help or comfort her, anything I could do to calm her down and make her feel safe with me.It would be an understatement if I said that I did not feel very down and sad about seeing her act like this towards me, being scared and all even when I would never hurt her nor even
Last Updated : 2023-03-03Living with the Enemy. 56. His absence around here.
DEANGELO.As soon as everybody saw me at the edge of the stairs, they all turned to look in my direction in such a dramatic way that got me thinking that they had just heard me get accused of killing Elena.“Is this even true, alpha?” Sofia asked first, looking like she would be elate if that was the truth rather than being actually concerned. I rolled my eyes at her.“Is Elena okay, alpha? She seemed very fine when she was with me just now, what went wrong so fast?” Camila asked too.“Oh! Come on, girls! You all should know how how dramatic and exaggerating Mia could be by now, we all know that alpha would never harm anybody in his pack, we need to calm down before pointing accusatory fingers at our beloved alpha.” Mrs. Cali said.Finally, someone with some sense among them all! I was starting to get stressed at how they had just started to lash out at me, almost forgetting that it was the Deangelo Ferrari that they were talking to not just any werewolf. My mind was even too preoccup
Last Updated : 2023-03-05Living with the Enemy. 57. Not again, not ever.
ELENA.I knew that it could be anybody at the door but for some reason, I believed that it had to be the alpha, this was his room after all.“Uh... come on in.” I said and the person opened the door and walked in, as I had expected, it was of course the alpha.My heart thumped in my chest and I was suddenly feeling light-headed. He was completely calm as his eyes raked over my body, while I was practically hyperventilating. “Well?”My body shivered at his voice and I licked my lips nervously. When I saw his eyes following the movement, I quickly sucked my tongue back in and pressed my lips tight together.“I… I… am sorry about the uh...” I stumbled over my words, but then Mr. Deangelo kicked the door close, locked it and even pocketed the key.Slowly bringing my eyes up to his face, I let out a gasp when I met his fierce glare. His eyes glowed with such ferocity that it took my breath away. His dark presence loomed over me, dread filling me as my spine prickled with unease. The tiny h
Last Updated : 2023-03-06Living with the Enemy. 58. This Damsel in distress act.
Sofia.My head was pressed against a door at the moment as I was trying so hard to listen to what was being said between the alpha and the pretentious damsel in distress called Elena. When I saw that I could barely hear a single thing from inside, I tried to push the door slightly open but it seemed locked so I simply put one of my ears against the key hole instead. And I was surprised that I was able to hear what they were saying even though it was a bit faint.“Why are you like this, Elena? Are you sure that it is just the kidnapping and what not? Is it just the trafficking that happened to you? It just seems to me like it is way more than that, like this is very very personal than that, who hurt you, Elena, tell me.” I heard Deangelo ask her in such a calm tone that was obviously also laced with worry and concern.The tone alone made me annoyed and I rolled my eyes, hard. I could bet that his reaction would never be the same if I was in that bitch’s shoes. I was even starting to be
Last Updated : 2023-03-08Living with the Enemy. 59. Update on Elena's Assault.
Deangelo.“Tell me a name, Elena. Please, just a name so I can be able to protect you properly from whoever it is, you have nothing to be scared of, telling me will do more good than harm, I promise you.” I kept pestering Elena who was scrunched into a ball before me, I tried so hard to keep my hands to myself and not let it roam over her body as I tried to get something, anything at all out of her mouth concerning her trauma.The fact that she had told me that she would rather not talk about it was enough to let me know that it was so not about the trafficking that had happened to her. it was about a particular person, someone and I needed to know who so I could get to the bottom of it all on my own without having to push her too far.On a normal day, I could have simply forced this out of her one way or the other, that was my original way of doing things like this, traumatic or not, but I would never out Elena through something like that all because I wanted to punish her assailant,
Last Updated : 2023-03-08Living with the Enemy. 60. Men of the Ferrari pack.
Elena.Mr. Deangelo’s torso pressed gently against my back. He rested his chin on my shoulder, ran his hand up the side of my face and then gently turned it to mirror his. My lips automatically connected with the softness of his. Almost immediately, his urgent but tender tongue found its way into my mouth. Our lips massaged each other’s and we exchanged saliva whilst melting into a deep and passionate kiss.One of his hands slipped into my towelling robe and begun to caress my breast. My nipple hardened as he rolled it between his fingers. In fact, both my nipples could cut through diamonds. The fact that my back was to him, made it even sexier. It wasn’t long before the tension got too much and I had to face him so I swung around and straddled him. His hands barely left my breasts as I took control of the kiss.With every rotation of his tongue in my mouth, my hunger for him increased. I leaned back and allowed him to continue fondling my breasts. I watched his hands move with purpos
Last Updated : 2023-03-09Living with the Enemy. 61. Mia has a boyfriend.
Mia.The wind howls as we arrive through the school gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. Friends were greeting each other with a hug or a playful punch while some others stood looking scared or idle. The seniors stood, tall and proud, confidence born of experience. The halls were dressed in black and white and the tiles were a checker board with humans as the pieces. The whole building sent a chill down my spine and reminded me of something out of my nightmares.‘I do not want to be here,’ I thought and I wrap my arms around my chilled body; this was the last place I wanted to be. Unfortunately, there was no way to avoid school because, apparently, it is a very important phenomenon, one that you have to do whether or not you like it. And for someone like me who literally had no friends, it was hard to just do a bidding because the society says so, I had even became a pariah because of the fight that I had with the girls who would not leave me alone, I was glad though beca
Last Updated : 2023-03-10
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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
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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
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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
