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
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
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
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
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
Elena.I usually wake up as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. My heart beat fast and there was a buzzing in my brain and together, they are as panic with jump-leads. I woke up suddenly, every thought in high definition. My eyes take in every ray of light and without a doubt I know that I have slept too long. The noises are of a day in full swing.I relaxed back a bit as my mind went back to the previous night and the encounter with Mr. Deangelo as I wonder about what my fate will be. Thrown out? Locked up?I shut my eyes as I think back again to it all, most especially his stern and scary warning."Listen and listen carefully, I will not repeat this after this night. You have two options, you either be a good girl by following rules as you should in this home and I'll make sure you at least have a comfortable life in this pack or you keep on snooping around while ignoring what was assigned to you and I'll make sure you live a life that makes you think
Elena."I'm so sorry about all of that, Elena. Do not take any of it to heart, Mia can be rude and cranky while Sofia can be... uh... Sofia. More time here and you'll get to know more about how to relate with her, she can be unbearing but she's not that bad, trust me." Mrs. Cali said to me as she went about her kitchen duties.I noticed how some other people of both genders joined her, some were cleaning while other washed. I didn't need anyone to tell me that they are the cleaners.I remained seated beside Camila who looked at me with concern, "Are you sure you didn't get told all of these though? Sofia seems so confident that she told you and gave the book to you." Camila said and I shook my head vehemently."She really didn't. At least, I don't remember hearing her say that ot even handing a book to me. This makes no sense at all, I would never have overslept if she had told me, why would I want to jeopardize my first day at work and my chance at a new life like that? I would never
Deangelo.How much this girl affects me was starting to become unreal. It just didn't make any sense anymore, she was just another girl and I couldn't believe that she made me even think of having sex with Anna.I had been down so bad that I thought letting it all out after lacking sex for so long was what would get her out of my mind easily but I couldn't go through with it and I hope I don't end up going through because I know how much Anna would get clingy afterwards and start thinking that we can take it further. I do not want these attachments, not now. Not ever.I don’t need love. I don’t need acceptance or approval. I reject them before they can ever reject or accept me. Seeing her just now and being alone in the same space with her gave me another blue balls. My mouth had watered that I almost rose from the chair before I settled back again when she showed up. Her short dress had done nothing to stop my imaginations from running wild, I couldn't even help but wonder if she kn
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