All Chapters of Revenge On The Tattooed Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Olivia's POV “Really?” I smirked at the DOM, who grinned, clearly happy with my response. “Yes, you look so beautiful and…” he paused, settling his gaze on my boobs, his eyes full of desire. “And an amazing body.” He moaned while massaging my wrist, which made me feel so irritated, but I had to play along. Noticing Alpha Enzo moving closer to us, I decided to act more. “And you don’t look bad yourself.” I smiled seductively at the DOM, who grinned, his eyes full of desire. Alpha Enzo, whose eyes had been on us, took the free high stool beside the DOM, clearly wanting to hear our conversation. “Olivia? Nice name,” the DOM said, staring directly at my name tag. “Thank you, sir.” I forced out a sheepish smile at him, while totally ignoring Alpha Enzo. “Tell me, Olivia, are you taken?” “No,” I responded immediately and heard Alpha Enzo grunt. “A glass of whiskey,” Alpha Enzo requested, his tone full of rage. Ignoring his outburst, I turned to the DOM. “Duty calls, but I will see

Alpha Enzo's POVA knock landed on my door, and it was Anthony, the man I asked to get me details about Olivia.“Greetings, Alpha,” he greeted with a bow. I hummed, gesturing for him to come closer. “Did you get what I asked you to get for me?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. I really wanted to know everything about Olivia, the lady who has been driving me insane for the past few weeks.“Yes, Alpha, here are all the details you need to know,” Anthony muttered, stretching out an envelope to me. I took the envelope and instantly opened it.The first thing I saw was a family picture, in which Olivia appeared a bit younger.“Her parents were killed on her fourteenth birthday,” Anthony announced, and my heart sank. I could imagine the amount of pain and torture she might have gone through at such an age.Ignoring the ache in my heart, I picked up another picture. In this one, a young man was lying lifeless in a hospital bed, connected to different life support machines.“Her brother?” I aske

Alpha Enzo's POV I couldn’t explain the wave of discomfort that consumed me when I realized how scared she was, trapped in the elevator. Her screams and pleading awakened a protective instinct so fierce that I nearly lost control. I wanted to tear down the elevator myself, but I forced myself to stay calm, waiting for the issue to be resolved. The moment she fell into my arms, everything in me pulled her close. Right then, I knew I’d do anything for her—anything she asked. Moving sideways, I watched her as my driver took us to her apartment. She hadn’t looked at me once, her gaze fixed outside the window. As I glanced at her, I marveled at the irony. So many women would kill for my attention, but here was Olivia, who had it all, and she wanted nothing to do with me. She practically wanted me to stay away from her—something I wished I could do. But I couldn’t. I was drawn to this girl like no other—I wanted no one but her. “We're here, Alpha,” my driver announced as he stopped

Alpha Enzo's POV I couldn’t quite explain what I was doing here, lying on her small bed that barely had enough space for the both of us. I knew I should have been in my own apartment, but the thought of going back and facing my mother was unbearable. Her presence reminded me of things I’d rather forget—memories that gnawed at me. So I left, with no clear destination in mind. I could have gone to my penthouse or booked a room somewhere, but somehow, my feet led me to Olivia’s apartment, and I had no idea why. When our eyes met, I could see the confusion on her face. She hadn’t expected me to stay the night, and frankly, neither had I. “Hell no, Alpha Enzo, you’re leaving, or I’m calling the police,” she demanded, her voice firm. I almost wanted to plead with her, to ask her to let me stay, but I wasn’t a man who begged. I commanded. That’s who I was, and that’s what I was going to do. I got out of bed and walked over to where she stood, stopping just inches from her face. “Call

Olivia’s POV A moment of tense silence hung in the air as neither of us said a word after I had called him a monster. When I called him that, I thought he was going to get furious and attack me. I was waiting for him to get angry at me, but he didn’t; instead, he remained silent. That made me furrow my brow, but I didn’t look his way. I kept staring outside the window. The dream I had replayed in my head, and it caused a cold chill to run down my spine. In that dream, I saw Alpha Enzo holding a gun and pointing it at me, and I was pleading with him not to shoot me, begging him not to kill me as he had killed my parents. But before he could pull the trigger, I woke up. The dream felt so real, so vivid that I couldn’t stop the fear consuming me, and the fact that he was in my room made me even more scared. Sighing softly, I closed my eyes and thought of my parents. I knew they would be so disappointed in me. Here was their killer, yet I hadn’t been able to do anything. I was letting h