Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 9

Amelia’s eyes fluttered open, vision blurred from sleep. Her body sank into the soft mattress, craving the warmth of her bed. She groaned, her muscles aching from exhaustion. A day off was long overdue, but the allure of rest kept her nestled beneath the covers.

Suddenly, the bed shifted beneath her, but she hadn’t moved. Fear surged through her as her eyes snapped open, only to meet Enzo’s piercing gaze inches away from her face. He lounged on the bed, his presence suffocating, eyes glinting with an unreadable emotion.

“Morning, little minx,” Enzo’s voice was a low rumble.

Amelia gasped, bolting upright, only to get tangled in her blankets. She tumbled onto the floor, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Wide-eyed and breathless, she stared up at Enzo, who didn’t move, watching her with the kind of predatory calm that made her feel like prey.

Memories from the night before slammed into her like a tidal wave. Panic clawed at her throat. “Why… why did you do it?” she stammered, backing away as she struggled to stand, her legs shaky beneath her.

Enzo rose slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving hers. “Do what?” he asked, his voice a silky challenge.

“You…” Amelia stuttered. She didn’t know how to voice her memory from yesterday. She could not find the right words to speak..

“I what?” Enzo continued to tease her. His voice breaking her thoughts.

You made out with me, Amelia thought. Against my wishes. Continuing to scream in her head.

“You….” She tried again, but could her the words. Worst part was that Enzo was closing the distance between them.

Amelia swallowed hard, words sticking in her throat. She could still feel his hands on her from the previous night, the heat of his mouth. “You… you kissed me. Aggressively,” she whispered, the words finally spilling out.

He took a step closer, his towering presence swallowing the space between them. “Is that what you think happened?” Enzo’s voice was cold, mocking, as he closed in on her. His hand snaked around her waist before she could step back again, pulling her flush against his body.

Amelia’s pulse raced, her hands pressing against his chest in a futile attempt to push him away. “Alpha… please, let me go,” she begged, voice trembling.

His lips brushed her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “We’re far beyond formalities, Amelia. Call me Enzo,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “And I’ll let you go… once you tell me what I did to you last night.”

“Okay Enzo. Please let go of me.”

In his tight hold, Enzo began placing kisses down her neck. Amelia shivered as his soft lips touched her cold skin. Amelia roughly pulled Enzo’s hair back to make him stop his movements as she was feeling uncomfortable. But Enzo swore loudly and continued.

Amelia let out a small hiss and pain as Enzo made his grip made like steel for her due to her small figure. He brought one of his free hands up and grabbed Amelia's chin, forcing her to look in his cold eyes. His red eyes were flashing furry and Amelia cowarded under his anger.

“I don’t like repeating myself, but this is the last time.” he said as his tone was dominant. “Tell me what I did to you last night, and I will go. It's that simple.”

Her breath hitched as his grip tightened, his body pressing her closer, dominating her every move. “Say it,” he demanded, his tone rough with authority.

Amelia’s skin prickled under his intensity. “You… you made out with me,” she admitted, her voice barely audible as humiliation washed over her.

A dark smile curled at the corners of his lips. “And you liked it,” he stated, not asked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as she squirmed in his hold.

“This wasn’t part of the deal,” Amelia shot back, desperate to shift the conversation.

Enzo chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. “Oh my little minx, did you forget that I am the Alpha. Alpha of all alphas. I make the deals. I make the arrangements, and I break the rules whenever it suits me,” he growled, his fingers digging into her chin as he forced her to meet his gaze. “You have no say here, little one. Do you understand?”

Amelia nodded, her throat tight with fear, but her defiance flickered in her eyes. She hated how her body betrayed her, responding to his touch, her skin tingling despite the panic that thrummed through her veins. She wanted to deny him, to scream at him, but words failed her.

Amelia had no choice, no escape from the cruel intensity in his eyes. Her throat tightened, and she nodded mutely, desperate to avoid his fierce gaze, the weight of it pressing down on her like a suffocating force. When her silence lingered too long, Enzo’s hand shot forward, gripping her chin with a possessive authority. He tilted her face, forcing her to meet his cold, merciless stare.

“Answer me, little minx,” he demanded, his voice low, dark, and dangerous.

“I… I…” Amelia stammered, her thoughts swirling in a mess of confusion and fear. She didn’t know what to say, how to respond, or how to even begin processing the chaotic storm of emotions raging inside her. How could she? The very idea of speaking felt like stepping into a trap. Did she like his touch? Yes? No? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t want to like it. She fought against it. But some deep, treacherous part of her whispered otherwise.

Enzo’s touch ignited something primal within her, a spark that both thrilled and terrified her. His fingers felt like fire against her skin, burning with an intensity she couldn’t escape, no matter how hard she tried to deny it.

She shut her eyes tightly, trying to block out the madness of it all. None of this made sense. She was his prisoner, trapped in this dark mansion under his twisted dominance. He had no right to make her feel like this—helpless, powerless, and yet alive with sensations she didn’t want to acknowledge.

I didn’t want this! she screamed in her mind, over and over again, as if the thought alone could set her free from the invisible chains binding her to him.

“Amelia!” Enzo’s voice thundered through the room, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” she cried out, her voice breaking under the weight of his command. She was losing control—her mind her own, but her body was betraying her, responding to him in ways she couldn’t comprehend. Enzo was in control now, pulling the strings, making her bend to his will. She was his puppet, and he was the master, playing her like a twisted game

“Good girl,” Enzo murmured, his lips ghosting over her neck, planting rough, possessive kisses that made her shudder. “You’ll learn soon enough.”

Enzo POV

Amelia’s trembling body in his arms was a tantalizing mixture of fear and desire. He could feel her heart racing beneath his touch, the pulse of her confusion and resistance. Yet, despite her fear, Enzo could sense her body betraying her—softening, yielding to his dominance.

As far as Enzo was concerned he had given Amelia enough time to settle in and get used to her surroundings. Having Amelia that close to him, Enzo's body was in rage. Her touch to him was electrifying. Her smell had taken over all of his senses.

Enzo wanted Amelia to fear him, but at the same time he didn’t want her to regret what happened. He never took a woman against her will, and he wasn’t going to start with Amelia.

Enzo knew that Amelia wanted him, it was obvious to the way she was reacting to his touch. However he held back due to the fear she was of him and the confusion written all over Amelia’s face. He wasn’t going to seduce her until she wanted him to, begged him to.

Enzo noticed that he still held her chin. He gently moved from her chin to her hair, letting his fingers linger between the strands. “See, that wasn’t so hard to admit. Right?” Enzo said as he stared at her. Amelia checks was turning pink and Enzo was memorized at her beauty.

Amelia’s trembling body in his arms was a tantalizing mixture of fear and desire. He could feel her heart racing beneath his touch, the pulse of her confusion and resistance. Yet, despite her fear, Enzo could sense her body betraying her—softening, yielding to his dominance.

As far as Enzo was concerned, he had given her enough time to settle in and get used to her new reality. Having Amelia this close was driving him to the edge, the primal beast inside him raging. Every inch of him buzzed with tension, a tight coil ready to snap. Her mere touch was electrifying, sending jolts through his body that ignited something dark and unrelenting. Her scent clung to the air around him, intoxicating his senses, overwhelming his control.

Take her. Marco’s voice slithered through Enzo’s mind, dark and commanding. You know she wants it. Why hold back? You can feel it too. The fear, the desire—it's all mixed together. She's ours.

Enzo’s jaw clenched as he fought against the primal urge flooding his senses. He didn’t respond to Marco immediately, his thoughts warring between instinct and reason.

Not yet, Enzo growled back in his mind. I won’t force her. She’ll come to us willingly—or not at all.

You’ve gone soft, Marco snarled, the beast within him thrumming with impatience. She’s playing with you, testing your strength.

Show her what it means to be ours. Show her what it means to cross an Alpha.

Enzo’s eyes darkened, a flicker of his wolf flashing in them as his control wavered momentarily. He wanted her to fear him, yes—but not to regret what was happening between them. He had never taken a woman against her will, and Amelia would be no different. The temptation clawed at him, his every nerve screaming to take her, claim her, but he wasn’t about to seduce her until she wanted him, begging him. He still held her chin, feeling the fragile tension in her jaw. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, sliding from her chin to the softness of her hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he let the moment linger, savoring the power he held over her.

“See? That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?” Enzo’s voice was a low, predatory whisper as his eyes locked on hers.

She’ll break eventually, Marco murmured, a dark satisfaction in his tone. They always do.

Amelia’s cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink, and for a fleeting moment, Enzo found himself mesmerized by her beauty. Even in her fear, even as she stood broken before him, there was something undeniably captivating about her—something that made the beast inside him want to protect her, even as he desired to dominate her.

Not yet, he repeated to his wolf, his gaze still fixed on Amelia. But soon. She was his, even if she hadn’t accepted it yet. His phone buzzed in his pocket, an intrusion he did not welcome. He glanced at the screen—Luca.

“What?” Enzo barked into the phone, his patience already wearing thin.

“There’s a problem,” Luca’s voice crackled with urgency. “A serious one.”

Enzo’s eyes flickered toward Amelia, her frame still pressed against the wall, her wide eyes watching him with something akin to terror. He clenched his jaw, frustration boiling beneath his calm exterior. “I’m busy.”

“It can’t wait, Enzo,” Luca’s voice held an edge that made Enzo pause. “It’s the Whitmores. We need to talk. Now.”

The mention of the Whitmores sent a cold surge of fury through him. “Fine. My office. Now,” Enzo snarled, hanging up without waiting for a response.

He stalked back toward Amelia, his shadow falling over her as he closed the distance between them in two strides. “Stay here,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ll be back. And we’re not finished.”

Before she could respond, Enzo’s lips crashed against her shoulder, hard and possessive, leaving a searing mark. Amelia gasped, her hand instinctively flying to her shoulder as she winced from the force. Enzo’s smirk deepened as he saw the shock in her eyes, knowing she would remember this moment every time she felt the bruise. Without another word, he stormed out of the room, the simmering rage in him barely contained.

But just as he reached the door, Enzo halted. Something in him snapped—a need to remind her of her place, to make her understand that no matter what, she was his. He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing in on Amelia, who stood frozen in place, trembling.

She whimpered, her body stiffening as though she expected him to lash out. For a brief moment, Enzo’s expression softened, surprising even himself.

“Calm down,” he murmured, his voice shockingly gentle. With a swift movement, he pulled her forward until she was pressed tight against his chest, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered in a low, menacing tone, “I’ll be back, little one. We are not done yet.” His words dripped with dark promise, sending a shiver down her spine.

Before she could react, he leaned down and crashed his lips onto her shoulder, the action rough and punishing. It wasn’t a kiss of affection—it was a claim, hard and fast, his mouth bruising her skin, but deliberately avoiding the sacred mark of a mate. This wasn’t love. It was possession. And now, Amelia belonged to him and only him.

Amelia gasped at the sudden, violent contact, her hands reflexively gripping his arms. Enzo didn’t stop. His tongue swept over the mark, tasting her, then sucking it hard enough that she couldn’t mistake its meaning. He wanted her to understand, to feel it. She wasn’t leaving this place—not without him letting her go.

When he finally pulled back, he watched her carefully. Her fingers drifted hesitantly to the fresh mark on her shoulder, wincing as she touched it. Her eyes met his, wide and confused, her lips parted in shock. She was so innocent, so completely unaware of what she had stepped into.

Enzo smirked darkly. So innocent, he thought, his wolf growling with satisfaction at the sight of her flustered state. Giving her a final, possessive glance, Enzo turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his mind already focused on the next move. He needed to deal with more pressing matters, but Amelia would not escape him for long.

The left wing of the mansion was quiet as he approached his office, the tension still coiling inside him like a predator waiting to strike. The door was already open, and inside, Luca, Alastor, Kane, and Oscar were waiting for him. Aside from Luca and Alastor, Kane and Oscar were his strongest warriors—trusted, lethal, and unwavering in their loyalty to him.

Enzo stepped into the room, the weight of leadership heavy on his shoulders. He could still feel Amelia’s presence lingering on him, her scent, the way her body responded to his touch. But now, he needed to focus on the matters at hand. There were enemies to destroy, alliances to solidify, and no time for weakness.

“Let’s get started,” he growled, his eyes burning with dark determination as he addressed his pack. Frustration was thick in the air as Enzo stormed into the room, his wolf growling low in his chest. The moment he entered, every gaze shifted to him, tension rippling through the space like a live wire.

“What is it?” Enzo snapped, his voice a dangerous growl as he threw himself into his chair, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. His wolf was already on edge, simmering beneath the surface, eager for blood.

Kane moved swiftly, closing the door with a heavy click, his expression dark. Luca was the first to speak, his voice seething with rage. “We found out someone’s been spying.”

Enzo’s eyes widened for a moment before narrowing into slits. “WHAT!?” His roar filled the room as he shot to his feet, the sudden movement sending his chair flying back with a crash. His chest heaved with fury, the rage boiling over inside him. “Who!?”

“Yeah,” Kane hissed through gritted teeth. “For the f*****g Whitmores.” Enzo’s wolf exploded in his mind, a feral snarl ripping through him. Those bastards. His claws itched to shred flesh. The Whitmores had dared to interfere? To spy on him? His body shook with uncontained rage, fists clenching so tightly his knuckles went white. He was going to rip them apart. Every last one of them.

“They knew you were planning to take over the northern territories,” Kane continued, his voice low and cold, filled with the same fury. “Somehow, they got wind of our strategy and moved in first. They beat us to the claim.”

Enzo’s jaw clenched as his wolf howled within him, the urge to kill overwhelming. His control slipped as he reached for the chair in front of his desk and hurled it across the room with brutal force. It crashed into the wall, splintering on impact. Alastor barely dodged out of the way as it flew past him.

“WHO THE f**k IS IT?” Enzo roared, the sound a savage mix of man and beast. His eyes flickered between red and black as Marco, his wolf, pushed for control, desperate to be unleashed.

"Whoever betrayed us will suffer a slow, torturous death," Marco growled darkly in his mind. "I will rip them to shreds."

Enzo’s lip curled into a snarl. We’ll make them beg, he agreed, bloodlust surging through him. His entire body trembled with the desire to hunt down the traitor and make them pay in the most agonizing way possible.

“FIND THEM!” Enzo bellowed, his voice shaking the room. But no one moved. Alastor and Luca exchanged nervous glances, their tension palpable as they shifted uncomfortably. They had something to say but seemed terrified to voice it.

When silence dragged on too long, Enzo’s patience snapped. “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?”

Alastor finally stepped forward, his face tightening as he glanced briefly at Luca before meeting Enzo’s murderous gaze. His expression shifted from hesitance to cold determination. “We think…” He paused, choosing his next words carefully. “We think it’s Amelia.”