3 Enzo Laureati

Enzo Laureati, the 28-year-old supreme alpha of the Moonlit Pack. He was a blue-eyed, tall man with a muscular build. His skin was fair, and his dark brown hair was tied back into a neat bun.

Enzo sat in the backseat of his black Rolls-Royce with a phone pressed to his ear. "Yes, Father.” He nodded, his voice sounding bored. "I've already handled it, and I'm on my way back." He ended the call with an irritated sigh, his fingers tapping idly against the leather seat. He looked up and caught a glimpse of his driver’s face in the rearview mirror. "Andrei, can you speed up?"

Andrei, a standard alpha and Enzo's personal bodyguard, nodded. "Of course, Supreme Alpha." Just as he stepped on the gas, a figure suddenly darted into the road, coming to a stop directly in front of the car. Andrei slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.

Enzo frowned at the sudden stop, his gaze snapping to the rearview mirror. "What the hell, Andrei?" He growled, "Do you not know how to drive anymore?" His words were cut short when he noticed the figure standing in front of the car.

Enzo could see her clearly. Adeline stood there with her arm bleeding heavily. Her hair was tousled, and her clothes stained with dirt and blood. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion and pain, but even in such a state, she looked extremely beautiful, which made Enzo freeze.

Enzo felt a strange sensation stir within him—something unfamiliar. It was like a spark had ignited deep inside and a feeling he couldn’t quite place. He shook his head, dismissing the odd feeling, and turned to Andrei, "Honk the horn. She needs to move."

Andrei did as he was told, honking several times. But Adeline didn’t budge. She stood there, close to the car bonnet, staring into the car with eyes that seemed to plead for help. Her breaths were heavy, and Enzo could see the exhaustion in every line of her body.

Andrei turned to Enzo, bowing apologetically. "Please forgive me, Supreme Alpha. I’ll handle this quickly."

Just as Andrei reached for the door handle, Enzo snapped his fingers. "Sit your ass back down.” He opened the door himself and stepped out, the night air hitting his face as he approached the young woman.

As he got closer, he caught her scent—sweet like roses on a beautiful spring day. He immediately knew she was an omega. “What on earth was an omega doing out in the open at a time like this?” He thought to himself as he waved a hand lazily at Adeline. "Hello, Miss. We’re trying to move, so if you could just get out of the way, that would be wonderful."

Adeline, who was getting weaker with each passing second, tried to speak, but no words came out. Her lips parted in a silent plea, and her eyes locked onto his. Enzo noticed the trail of blood that followed her. She had lost so much blood; it was a miracle she was still standing.

Suddenly, her body swayed, and she crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Enzo raised an eyebrow, unfazed by the situation before him. He crouched down beside her, studying her carefully. "Well, that’s interesting."

He continued to stare at Adeline’s unconscious face, his mind torn between helping her or leaving her where she lay. He brushed some of the hair away from her face, revealing her long lashes and perfectly arched eyebrows.

He shook his head and muttered under his breath. “Poor thing.” He wondered what had happened to her to bring her to this point, standing alone and injured in the middle of the road. After a few more moments of contemplation, he stood up straight and adjusted his black tuxedo.

Turning to his car, he nodded at Andrei, signaling him to step out. Andrei quickly obeyed, walking up to where the Supreme Alpha stood. He bowed his head. “Is there anything I can do, Supreme Alpha?”

Enzo nodded and waved a dismissive hand. “Carry her to the back seat.”

Andrei hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was a good idea to help the random omega. If he decided to help her, there was really only one option, which was to take her back to the Moonlit Pack. But the thought of bringing a random omega into their territory seemed reckless. What would the pack members say?

Enzo snapped his fingers at Andrei, who was lost in his own thoughts. “Did you not hear what I said?” he demanded, crossing his arms. He turned and looked down at Adeline, who was still lying unconscious on the ground. “I said carry her into the car.”

Andrei nodded but hesitated again, raising a finger to voice his concern. “But, Supreme Alpha, is that a good idea? We don’t know who this girl is, and—”

Before he could finish, Enzo’s hand shot out, grabbing him by the collar. He narrowed his eyes, glaring down at Andrei. “Are you questioning my orders?”

Andrei shook his head frantically, his body trembling under the weight of Enzo’s gaze. “Forgive me, Supreme Alpha,” he stammered. “I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know what came over me.”

Andrei knew he had overstepped. Everyone in the pack understood that questioning the Supreme Alpha’s orders was equal to having a death wish. Enzo was not known for his patience when it came to disobedience.

Enzo released Andrei with a slight push and pointed a finger at him. “Know your place, Andrei. The next time you say something like that, you won’t live to apologize for it.”

Andrei nodded fervently. He leaned down and carefully lifted Adeline into his arms, doing his best not to jostle her injured arm.

The Supreme Alpha watched as Andrei carried Adeline to the car. He still wasn’t sure why he had chosen to help her, but something about her made him do it.

Once Andrei had placed Adeline in the back seat, Enzo returned to the car, settling into the front passenger seat. He watched in silence as Andrei ensured Adeline was comfortably situated, her head resting gently against the seat.