Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 8

Amelia stood frozen in Enzo's arms, trapped in a silent struggle. Her mind raced, searching for an escape from the harsh reality that lay before her. What could she possibly say to him? If she agreed, she knew she would be submitting not just in words but physically—becoming nothing more than his possession. The thought clawed at her insides, the sickening idea that she would be reduced to an object, used and discarded at his whim.

Victor’s memory crept into her thoughts, that familiar sting of being treated as nothing more than a tool for someone else's pleasure. A w***e. She had sworn never to let another man reduce her to that state again, yet here she was—cornered by another dominant Alpha. Not just any Alpha, but one who commanded fear from humans and werewolves alike. There was no space to breathe, no room for refusal.

Enzo’s gaze bore into her, waiting, the weight of his silence heavier than his words could have been. His patience was thinning; she could sense it. But instead of answering, Amelia kept her lips tightly sealed. Silence, she thought, was the only way to retain a shred of dignity in this moment.

But Enzo had other plans. A cruel smirk twisted on his lips, and Amelia’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She knew that look—nothing good would follow.

He leaned in close, his breath ghosting against her ear as he whispered, “Testing my patience, are we?” His voice was low, a dark promise hidden beneath its tone. Her body betrayed her, quivering in response to the danger she knew he posed. Despite the chill of fear that ran through her, her body reacted in ways she couldn’t control. A cruel trick, she thought bitterly.

The sensation of his proximity was unbearable, and yet, somehow, she couldn’t pull away. His voice, though hard and cold, sent a shiver down her spine, a response she refused to acknowledge. She couldn’t allow herself to be drawn into his web, not like she had been with Victor. The memories of her tormentor whispered in her mind, taunting her with words that still stung: weak, pathetic, nothing but a w***e.

As her thoughts spiraled, Enzo’s fingers lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. The past disappeared in an instant, and all she could see was him—his presence overwhelming every inch of her. His touch was firm, commanding, and Amelia felt trapped in his grasp, unable to tear her gaze away. They were so close now that even the air between them seemed to vanish. The heat from his body was suffocating, but it drove away the cold that had settled deep inside her.

She forced herself to take a breath, her eyes darting around the room, trying to focus on anything but him. But there was nothing else—only Enzo, his presence consuming every inch of the space.

Think, Amelia, she urged herself. Come up with something.

Enzo’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her tighter against him. His grip was unrelenting, his control over her absolute. “So, do we have an agreement?” he asked, his voice laced with command as he pushed his knee between her legs, trapping her fully in his hold.

Amelia's mind scrambled, trying to find words, trying to make sense of the situation. But she was overwhelmed, drowning in fear and uncertainty. Enzo knew exactly what he was doing—using her terror to his advantage, exploiting every vulnerability she had.

Before she could form a response, Enzo’s lips crashed against hers with a force that left her breathless. Shock coursed through her, and her mouth parted instinctively, leaving her vulnerable. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a claim, and Amelia knew it. His hold on her was suffocating, both in body and in spirit.

But deep inside, beneath the fear, something else stirred—a feeling she refused to acknowledge. This was Enzo Niccolò, the most dangerous man Amelia had ever encountered, and he had no intention of letting her go. Amelia’s pulse thundered in her ears, her body trapped against Enzo’s unyielding frame. His lips had claimed hers with such ferocity that it left her breathless, her mind spinning. It wasn’t a kiss borne of passion—it was raw dominance, a force that pulled her into his control, leaving her unable to resist. His lips moved over hers with an intensity that both frightened and awakened something inside her, something she fought to suppress.

She gasped into his mouth, trying to draw in air, but Enzo’s grip tightened around her, refusing to let her pull away. His hand slid from her chin to her throat, resting just above her collarbone, a gentle but firm reminder of his power over her. The heat of his body overwhelmed her senses, making it impossible to think clearly. His scent was intoxicating—dark, primal, suffocating in its intensity.

“Enzo…” Her whisper was barely audible, her voice trembling as she said his name without meaning to. The sound of it on her lips seemed to provoke him further, his lips crashing back against hers with renewed urgency. She could feel the growl vibrating deep in his chest, resonating through her as his fingers tangled into her hair, pulling her even closer, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of any distance between them.

“Say it again,” he growled against her lips, his voice low and rough. It wasn’t a request—it was a command.

Amelia's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and something she didn’t dare name. “Enzo,” she breathed, the name slipping out in a desperate whisper, her voice betraying her resolve. She cursed herself for the way her body responded, for the way her lips parted under his. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fight the magnetic pull he had on her. It was suffocating, consuming—terrifying.

Enzo pulled back slightly, just enough to let his eyes lock onto hers, his thumb brushing over her trembling lower lip. “Do you want this, Amelia?” he asked, his voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. His gaze held hers captive, the intensity in his eyes piercing through her. “Do you want me?”

Her breath hitched, her heart hammering in her chest. She didn’t know how to answer. Her mind screamed for her to fight, to push him away, but her body—her traitorous body—had other plans. Her lips tingled where his had been, her skin electrified by the heat of his touch. She wanted to deny him, to refuse, but she couldn’t summon the words. Instead, she only managed a shaky breath, her body leaning into his despite every alarm going off in her mind.

“I—” Amelia started, but the word caught in her throat. She didn’t know what she was going to say, and it terrified her. Her thoughts were a jumble, caught between fear, desire, and desperation.

Enzo’s lips ghosted over hers again, softer this time, as though testing her, waiting for her to yield completely. “I can feel it, Amelia. You want this,” he murmured, his breath hot against her lips. His hand moved to her waist, pulling her even closer, his body pressing into hers with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. “You want me.”

Amelia’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body betraying her with every second that passed. She couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped her lips as his hand slid to her hip, his touch firm but not painful, as though he was claiming her inch by inch. It was maddening, the way he controlled her without effort, bending her to his will without a single ounce of hesitation.

“Tell me, Amelia,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear now, sending a shudder through her entire body. “Tell me what you want.”

Her mind raced, trying to find something—anything—that could give her back control. But every thought slipped away as he pressed his knee further between her legs, his body pinning her against the wall. She gasped, her fingers instinctively clutching at his shoulders, as if he were the only thing keeping her upright.

“I—I don’t…” she stammered, but her words faltered, swallowed by the intensity of his gaze. Her head spun, her thoughts muddled with the heat of the moment. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the way his lips moved against her skin, the way his breath sent sparks down her spine.

“You don't know what?” Enzo’s voice was rough, filled with a dangerous edge that made her knees weak. “You don’t want me? Is that it?”

Amelia’s breath came in sharp bursts, her body trembling against his. “I… I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath. It was the truth, as much as she hated to admit it. She didn’t know what she wanted—her mind told her one thing, but her body screamed another. The confusion tore at her, and yet, all she could do was cling to him, lost in the storm of emotions that raged within her.

Enzo’s lips brushed against her neck, his voice a low growl. “Liar,” he murmured, sending another wave of shivers down her spine. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes again, his expression dark, predatory. “I can feel your desire, Amelia. You can’t hide it from me.”

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, and still, she couldn’t find the strength to push him away. The heat between them was unbearable, suffocating, but it wrapped around her, pulling her deeper into his control.

Amelia’s mind spun, torn between the fear that gripped her and the undeniable pull she felt toward him. “Why?” she whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. “Why are you doing this?”

Enzo’s lips curled into a dangerous smirk. “Because you belong to me,” he said, his voice dark, possessive. “And I always take what’s mine.”

"But what about your mate?" Amelia asked Enzo. She knew the mate bond was strong and it pulls your other half closer as ever. At the word of mate, Enzo red eyes turned dark.

"I don't believe in having a mate, a luna." Enzo says coldly and firm. Amelia’s breath hitched, her body trembling beneath the weight of his words. She did not dare question or correct Enzo, he was the alpha. He called the shots not just for the pack but as well as his own life. His grip tightened around her, his presence overwhelming, leaving no room for escape. She was trapped, not just by his body but by the undeniable connection that sparked between them—something she couldn’t understand, something she couldn’t fight.

As his lips claimed hers once more, Amelia’s mind quieted, drowned out by the overwhelming intensity of the moment. All that remained was the heat between them, the darkness that pulled her in deeper, and the terrifying realization that she was powerless to resist him.

As Enzo's kiss deepened, pulling Amelia further into the dark vortex of his dominance, she felt her head grow light. The room spun around her, and every breath became harder to catch. Her body trembled, caught between the burning heat of his touch and the overwhelming sensations swirling inside her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t resist. It was all too much—the intensity, the force, the desire. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, and before she could form a coherent thought, her knees buckled completely. The world around her blurred, and everything went dark as Amelia fainted, collapsing into Enzo’s waiting arms.

Enzo POV

Enzo stared down at Amelia's unconscious form, his lips twitching into a satisfied smirk. She lay limp in his arms, completely overwhelmed by their intense exchange. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, the remnants of their heated moment still lingering in the air. He shifted her gently, placing her on the couch with a strange tenderness that only intensified his own desire. She was his now—no one, not even she, could change that.

As Enzo stood over her, a low rumble of approval came from Marco. "She’s ours, Enzo. She just doesn’t know it yet." The thrill of possession surged through him, a raw energy that fed both man and beast. Enzo knew it wasn’t just about control—it was about having something no one else could claim. And Amelia was that prize.

Marco’s voice, always present in the background of his thoughts, growled with unbridled anticipation. “Nothing is going to stop us from getting what we want.”

Enzo’s eyes gleamed darkly as he nodded in agreement. “No,” he thought, his lips curling into a dark smile. “Nothing.”

But just as he was savoring his victory, Marco’s tone shifted, cutting through the silence with an edge of uncertainty.

“Are you sure she’s completely human?” Marco questioned, a rare hesitation in his voice.

Enzo frowned, his eyes narrowing as he studied her more intently. “What are you talking about?” he asked, his mind briefly pulled away from the pleasure of the moment.

“Her scent,” Marco growled, his usual confidence wavering. “I’ve been smelling something else... something off. It’s faint, but it’s there. She’s not like the others. I don’t think she’s fully human.”

A deep furrow formed between Enzo's brows as he looked down at Amelia, lying helpless before him. Marco had never been wrong before. His wolf’s heightened senses picked up things humans couldn’t even fathom, and if Marco was detecting something off, it couldn’t be ignored.

“You’re sure?” Enzo asked, his thoughts racing. If Marco was right, this could change everything. What if Amelia wasn’t just an ordinary human? What if she was something more? A werewolf? A witch? A VAmpire? The thought intrigued him, pulling him deeper into his own desire to possess her.

Marco let out a low rumble, still uncertain. “I can’t place it, but there’s something there. We’ll figure it out soon enough. But it makes her presence even more suspious as to who she is. What she is.”

Enzo’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening as his wolf’s words sank in. Whatever she was, it didn’t matter. He hadn’t claimed her yet, but she belonged to him, body and soul. That much was already clear. Human or not, Amelia was his to command, to bend to his will.

"She belongs to us now," Enzo thought, a thrill running through him. “She’ll come to realize it soon enough.”

The bond between him and Marco hummed with intensity as the scent of power and control filled the room. The faint, elusive mystery of what Amelia truly was only deepened Enzo’s desire to keep her close. To own her completely.

Because no matter what secrets she held, nothing—and no one—would take her away from him.