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Living with the Enemy. 7. Predator Baiting its Prey.
Deangelo.I watched as the young redhead stripped naked in my bathroom. My room had a CCTV everywhere and that included the bathroom, although I was the only one entitled to watching whatever happens in it. Her slim, long legs were the color of ivory. Her slim hips curved out, her waist dipped in, and her high breasts jutted out again. Her delicate nipples were the color of pomegranates. She was very feminine, with a slim hourglass figure.I know that I seemed like a creep and a pervert but I couldn't care less, I had seen it all yesterday afterall and she was way too mesmerizing to look away from.Her mass of red hair had been secured up and I watched her step into the bathtub filled with water as I had previously instructed Jane, her elderly cleaner to do. She sighed as the water pooled around her legs, bottom and waist. She settled into the warm water in deep appreciation for the solitude. She picked up the tender sponge that had been placed somewhere on the tub and proceeded to m
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 8. Pure Unadulterated Lust.
Elena.His eyes moved away from mine but only because he was looking at my body. I saw his gaze travel down to my waist, hips, and then my legs. My body started to warm up under his scrutinizing stare. His eyes stayed there for a few seconds before he moved back to my face. The look that he gave me made me stagger back a step. At my reaction, his lips tilted upward slightly into a small smirk that was hard to see. But it was there. That devilish smirk. Sexy devilish smirk. I shook my head and closed my eyes quickly as I tried to get myself under control. It was impossible. Without even trying, Deangelo Ferrari had successfully taken over my mind. Opening my eyes, I stared into his. He gave me the same look as before, clearly not trying to hide what he wanted. Pure unadulterated lust. His eyes were filled with desire and hunger. His sexual innuendos mystified me, I couldn't help but hope that he doesn't ask me to do horrific things like warm his bed while he gives me shelter and protec
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 9. Such a Bad Dad.
Deangelo.As soon as my kids trooped in, I couldn’t help but immediately notice how a little part of my eldest was torn and dirty, Mia is a very neat and organised teenager, she doesn't even let her brother into her room for any reason at all, so this was something that actually stands out for her."Mia, why is your sleeve that dirty? Torn even? Are you five?" I scolded instead of asking politely and showing concern like I normally would before... well... before we fell out with eachother. Here's what I mean, Mia used to be a daddy's girl with me, we'd have fun, I'd protect her and she'd tell me everything that she couldn't even tell her mom but it all went south when Jules, my wife died. She became so cranky and it has even gotten worse since she celebrated her thirteenth birthday last year, it was almost like she got initiated into the typical teenage crankiness. And she hated every single thing I did, nothing I do goes well with her, it's almost like she has it in for me. Honestly
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 10. Meeting the Pack.
Elena.I tried to look anywhere else but in the eyes of the people in the large room with me. It was awkward, a very awkward situation to be caught in, especially when the cause of misunderstanding is you.The little boy whose name I've learnt was Diego soon left too in the same manner as his sister, but it was obvious that he was just imitating his big sister. It made me smile.Deangelo sighed before speaking, "uh... Sofia?" He called out."Yes, Alpha." "Show Elena around, let her know the rules and introduce her to everyone. Also, allocate the empty room right next to mine on the third floor to her, I need to keep my eyes on her myself." He said and just the fact that I knew that he would be keeping his eyes on me made me shiver, I couldn't afford any slip up at all.But it seemed like Sofia didn't agree to his choice as she proceeded to counter him, much to my happiness, "Uh... sir... there's an empty room right next to the kids rooms sir, the same one the previous nannies used? I
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 11. A Kid with a Temper.
Elena.The eldest eyed me profusely, almost as if she had her way, she'd chase me as faraway as possible, probably feed me to wild animals even.I began to look around instead, her room was like a wonderland for comic driven recluses. The walls were a deep red that pulsed in the light, sprinkled with various posters, mostly of strange Japanese cartoon shows. I doubted she could read whatever was written on the poster. Her comforter was pulled over her bed, even though she hadn't cleaned it. The result was lumps of varying sizes and shapes and the comforter was weighed down by her laptop. A desk sat in one corner, littered with wadded up pieces of paper and pens. A few shelves were pushed against the walls and filled with books. Some books sat on the floor in front of the shelves."Are you going to keep looking around my room like a fugitive or some spy or are you actually going to speak like a normal person? I mean even if you have nothing to say, you could just simply leave instead of
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 12. You don't need the Temptation.
Deangelo.As soon as they both left, I spoke up, "What's up with the Amato pack, did they get the memo that we left?" "They sure did, Alpha but is that really the bone of contention right now though?" Luca asked giving me a suspicious look that I didn't like.Luca and I have a kind of relationship that most members of my pack never understand, much more strangers. We have a boss-subordinate relationship yet we are best of friends. There is little to nothing that Luca doesn't know about me and I am sure that I could say the same about him too. He never left my side, not once, not ever, so even though he gives me the alpha respect that is expected from him, he's also one of the people who can turn around and speak sense into me in what other people may term disrespectful. "What do you mean, what else can be more important than anything that has to do with the Amato pack?" I asked as I poured some whiskey in two glasses, Luca took one from my hand and sipped slowly. We both stared at e
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 13. Snooping Around the Lion's Den.
Elena.It's daylight, bright, like a day for the beach but he is coming. He is coming and I can't stop him, I can't. I sent him money, all that I've made, and extra, I have begged him to simply let me go, to just leave me be, to forget that I ever existed, still he hunts me down these alleyways calling my name as if he were my friend - but in his hands is a knife and he means to twist it in my guts when he gets close. I have been running in scattered way, run and hide, rinse, repeat. Now my heart beats like it means to explode and my mind is a scattered mess. Then before I know it, I'm out in the open, running down the street like the devil himself is in pursuit. Only it's worse, my chaser is flesh and blood and means to send me straight to hell just the same. He's raging, malicious and he takes twisted delight in my fear. I should not have ran away, maybe I had no right to think I could ever escape him. He makes it seem like I should never have even gotten away from him, like he wa
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 14. The Choice is yours.
Elena.I don’t know how he managed to be that loud when he was supposed to keep his voice down since it's practically midnight and he could wake people up but then, I got the hunch that these rooms might actually be sound proofed so he didn't need to take that into consideration. Well... of course, they're sound proofed. This is an expensive house, no such house will lack that. His arm was stretched out wide, strangling the curtain with his grip, and for a few moments, I looked down and then I get sidetracked by the fact that he was not wearing anything. Again. He was naked. Naked. “Oh my God!” I squeaked, clenching my eyes shut. “Why are you in here?" “Oh my God. Oh my God,” I chanted, trying to dissolve into the tiles my spine was stuck to. “You’re naked. I thought you at least had your boxers on.” “What the fuck. Are you doing in my bathroom, Elena?” he growled, this time slowly. “Why do you always walk around naked? Do you sleep naked?” I asked instead, even though I was s
Last Updated : 2024-10-29
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Living with the Enemy. 142: Moment of Victory.
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
