Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 10

Amelia POV

Amelia’s mind spiraled in chaos, unable to grasp the events that just unfolded. Enzo had walked out of her room with unsettling ease, his powerful frame disappearing beyond the doorway without a second glance, as if what he had just done to her, not only tonight but last night, meant nothing.

What the hell just happened? Her thoughts raced as her trembling fingers grazed the swollen mark on her shoulder. A hiss of pain escaped her lips, the bite still fresh, its sting lingering like a cruel reminder. It wasn’t a mate’s mark—it was a brand, a claim. A declaration of ownership. But why? Why would someone like Enzo want to lay claim to an omega?

Nothing about Enzo made sense to her. His motives were as unreadable as his expressions. The only thing she could process right now, through the haze of confusion and shock, was the fact that he kissed her. Not just any kiss, but a kiss from the most ruthless Alpha she'd ever known.

Victor had kissed her once too, but his kisses were violence disguised as affection, leaving her bruised and bloody more times than she could count. But Enzo… Enzo was different. His kiss was hard, dominating, and yet disturbingly gentle. There was no cruelty in it, no intent to harm, but rather an unspoken command to submit.

His touch had burned her, yes, but not with pain. It seared through her like a slow, dangerous fire, the kind that consumes you from the inside out. Enzo hadn’t kissed her to hurt her—he kissed her to make her feel. To feel him. Every inch of his dominance, every ripple of possessiveness that coursed through him, was designed to make her body respond, to surrender to the pleasure he willed into her. And the most terrifying part? She didn’t recoil. She didn’t want to scream. She didn’t fight it.

Amelia’s mind screamed at the wrongness of it all. He wasn’t her mate. There was no bond pulling her to him, no connection between them that should make her body tremble at his touch. She was no longer a werewolf. She was human. And humans didn’t react like this to wolves. His touch shouldn’t make her skin tingle with electricity, her pulse quicken with a craving she didn’t want to acknowledge.

But it did.

And that was the danger. Enzo was a storm she couldn’t escape. His presence threatened to drown her, to pull her under and make her forget who she was, what she was fighting for. She knew if she let herself fall into him, she wouldn’t be able to climb back out.

He was a dominance incarnate. Commanding and ruthless, yet his hands… they held the kind of gentleness that could shatter her soul.

The line between her survival and her surrender was growing thinner with every moment spent under his shadow

Amelia knew Enzo wasn’t just a dangerous Alpha—he was dangerous as a man. Yet whenever his hands found her, her body betrayed her, responding without hesitation, without fear. She couldn’t place herself in this twisted dynamic. Where did she stand with him? Fear had become a companion to her, something she wore like a second skin, especially when Enzo was near. But whenever they were alone… that fear dissolved into something far more dangerous. He made her forget why she was supposed to be afraid.

With a shudder, Amelia sank to the cold floor, her knees pulled tightly to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them in a feeble attempt at protection. I don’t want this. I need to get out of here, she thought bitterly, her mind racing with desperation. The weight of her captivity was suffocating. She wanted freedom—not just from Enzo, but from Victor, from Argus, from this entire hellish existence. She wanted to disappear, to live a life untouched by the shadows that followed her.

But she wasn’t naive. She knew what Enzo was capable of. As an Alpha, he could track her within moments, his senses far too sharp, his power far too overwhelming. No matter how many times she slipped into the dark corners of the mansion, avoiding his gaze, he always found her. He always would.

And she knew, deep down, that as long as she remained under his roof, Enzo would continue to toy with her, manipulating her, bending her will until she no longer recognized herself. Until there was nothing left to lose.

No. The word echoed in her mind like a war cry. Amelia shook her head fiercely, determination blazing in her chest. She wasn’t going to let him win. She wouldn’t let him break her. With newfound resolve, she pushed herself up from the floor, her legs trembling as she moved quickly to her closet.

Her hands shook as she pulled out a pair of casual jeans and a black shirt, clothes Elara had bought for her—items that now felt like they belonged to someone else. Someone who still had hope.

The moment Elara’s name crossed her mind, sadness swept over Amelia like a flood. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she thought of her. Elara, the one person who had shown her kindness in this nightmare. The only one who looked at Amelia without judgment, who offered warmth in a world that seemed intent on freezing her from the inside out. She would miss her dearly, the only light that had flickered in the darkness.

Amelia’s gaze shifted around her room, the place she had come to know like a prison. She had never imagined she’d miss it, yet now, the weight of leaving pressed down on her chest. It wasn’t just Elara she would miss—it was Zara too, Elara’s strong-willed daughter. Zara, who had become a friend in a matter of days, someone who didn’t treat Amelia like a fragile, broken thing.

Two days ago, they had met in the study, Zara bustling around with her usual confidence, and despite Amelia’s wariness, they had clicked instantly. Zara was a rare soul, one who didn’t pity her, didn’t see her as a victim. Amelia had cherished that, even in the briefest of moments.

But none of that mattered now. No matter how much her heart ached, Amelia knew she had no choice. She had to leave. Now. If she didn’t escape tonight, she knew she never would. Her time in this mansion, in this nightmare, was over. And if she didn’t run… she would never be free.

Victor had been a predator, but he was nothing compared to Enzo. Enzo’s danger wasn’t just in his strength—it was in his power, the kind of power that seeped into the air and suffocated her with every breath she took. His touch was a command, his presence a suffocating weight that pinned her down, and his icy glare cut through her like a blade. He didn’t need words. He didn’t need threats. He could end her with a mere snap of his fingers, and she’d be gone, nothing more than a memory lost in the shadows.

Amelia’s heart pounded violently in her chest as the truth settled deep within her bones—Enzo could destroy her without even trying. She was nothing to him. But life… life was all she had left. Her freedom had been stripped away, her identity shattered, but the fragile beat of her heart was still hers. She couldn’t let him take that from her. She wouldn’t.

Enzo was dangerous, yes, but she refused to let him break her. Not like this. Before he could rip apart what little remained of her soul, she had to act. And she had to do it now.

Amelia felt the urgency rise like a storm in her chest, her hands trembling as she realized how close she was to losing everything. She had no choice. She had to save herself. If she hesitated, if she gave him even a second more, it would be over. He would consume her, body and soul, until there was nothing left but the broken pieces of who she used to be.

No. Amelia’s pulse surged with the darkness of her resolve. She would not let him own her. Not tonight, nor in any lifetime.

Enzo POV

"What the hell did you just say?” Enzo’s voice dropped to a lethal growl, the temperature in the room seeming to plummet as his gaze locked onto Alastor. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles whitened, barely containing the primal urge to unleash his fury.

Luca didn’t flinch, stepping forward with a determined expression. “Enzo, think about it. Amelia’s an outsider. No one has ever leaked our plans—especially not our move on the Northern territories. How else could the Whitmores and Federico get there before us? How did they get intel that only we were privy to?”

Enzo’s blood boiled beneath his skin, the veins in his neck tightening with barely restrained anger. The urge to rip something apart clawed at him, but Luca’s words were sinking in, no matter how much he hated it.

Luca continued, his voice sharp and unrelenting. “We know nothing about her. No past. No identity. She’s a f*****g ghost. She shows up here, hiding in your f**k'in car, and days later, the Whitmores and Federico are already a step ahead of us. It’s her, Enzo. It has to be her.”

A growl rumbled deep in Enzo’s chest, dark and menacing, as if a beast had been provoked. He wanted to deny it, rip apart the very idea that Amelia could betray him. But as the words sunk deeper, a dark truth started to take root. Amelia… the girl who had stumbled into his life so conveniently, so perfectly timed.

His mind flashed back to her innocent eyes, the way she trembled when he touched her, the way her body responded to him. But the coincidence gnawed at him, the betrayal sinking into his bones. She had gotten too close—far too close—and now, everything was starting to unravel.

“f**k!” Enzo roared, slamming his fist into the desk, shattering the surface with a brutal c***k. Splinters flew, the room trembling with the force of his rage. He stalked forward, every muscle in his body tensed with raw power, his hand gripping his hair as if trying to rip the frustration out of himself. His chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged, savage bursts.

“That deceitful b***h,” he snarled through gritted teeth, his voice dark, venomous, and filled with a dangerous dominance that promised destruction. He felt betrayed—used—and no one played him like that and lived to tell the story.

“She’s mine,” he growled, his eyes narrowing into cold slits of fury. “And no one betrays me and f*****g walks away. Not her. Not anyone.”

Kane hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, his voice low. “Alpha, I know it’s hard to believe, but Amelia… She looks innocent. And sometimes it’s the quiet, shy ones you need to watch closest.”

“They’re the ones who hide the best,” Alastor added, a sharp edge of suspicion creeping into his tone. Enzo’s jaw clenched. His pack couldn’t even fathom the thought that Amelia was a traitor. It echoed the war raging inside him—his instincts versus the truth laid out in front of him. The innocence he saw in her had him twisted up, blinded. But innocence was dangerous. It could be a weapon, a mask worn to perfection.

He turned his back on his men, his eyes locking onto the sprawling garden outside the massive windows. The beauty of the scene did nothing to calm the fury building inside him. His mind sharpened like a blade as he let everything sink in. If Amelia was indeed the traitor, he wouldn’t hesitate. He wouldn’t flinch. His pack came first, always. And betrayal—betrayal deserved a special kind of punishment.

How had he allowed himself to fall under her spell? She had played him, wrapped him in a web of lies and illusions, and he—Enzo Niccolò, the most feared Alpha—had let it happen. He thought he controlled the game, but all along, she’d been moving the pieces. He was supposed to be the hunter, but this woman had turned the tables.

Suddenly, a mindlink snapped his focus. Alpha! Tyran’s voice was panicked, the urgency searing through the connection. Amelia’s escaping through her window!

Enzo’s world exploded into a storm of rage. His vision blurred red with fury as realization hit him like a thunderclap. It all made sense now—the betrayal, the lies, the manipulation.

Get her. His command was laced with venom, his voice barely human. Do not let her slip through your fingers!

The link shattered, and Enzo whirled back toward his men, fury rippling off him in waves. His words were sharp and unrelenting, laced with barely contained violence. “Amelia’s escaping,” he growled through gritted teeth. The room fell silent, the weight of his rage suffocating.

“Luca,” he barked, eyes blazing, “bring her to me.”

“I’ll go with him,” Alastor offered, his own voice crackling with tension.

Enzo nodded sharply, his patience hanging by a thread. As they turned to leave, he called after them, his tone dropping into something darker, something vicious. “Bring her to the dungeon.” His voice was a death sentence, final and filled with malice.

Luca hesitated for just a moment, a fleeting look of pity crossing his face. But Enzo’s cold, commanding glare erased it in an instant.

Turning to Oscar and Kane, Enzo’s voice was like steel. “Leave. And inform me the moment she’s locked away.” With a curt nod, they disappeared from the room.

Alone now, Enzo’s control shattered. He slammed his fists against the desk, splintering wood beneath his hands. His wolf howled, clawing beneath his skin, demanding blood, vengeance, death. His chest heaved as he struggled to hold himself back from the brink of madness. His eyes flickered between black and red, the darkness inside him seeping out, taking over.

He straightened slowly, his lips curling into a twisted, predatory smile. His voice, when it came, was a low, sinister growl, dripping with venom and power.

"Oh, my little minx," Enzo hissed, his voice dripping with venomous delight. "You think you've outplayed me? That you've been clever? But the game has only just begun, and now... now, it’s mine." His words were sharp, each one cutting through the air like a blade. "You’ve already sealed your fate, Amelia. There’s no turning back. One way or another, I’ll tear the truth from you."

He moved away from the desk, his steps slow, deliberate, as though savoring the fear he knew would come. The air seemed to crackle with a dangerous energy, the weight of his fury palpable.

"And when I have what I want," he growled, his eyes gleaming with cold, ruthless intent, "you’ll beg for death. But I won’t grant you that mercy." His voice darkened, a chilling promise of what was to come. "No... you’ll suffer. Slowly. Painfully. And by the time I’m done with you, Amelia, you’ll wish you had never drawn a breath."

In his mind, Marco roared with savage hunger. "We Kill her. Tear her apart. Let her feel every bit of our rage."

Enzo’s expression hardened, a cruel smile twisting his lips. He let Marco’s bloodthirsty voice fuel his resolve. Yes, Marco. We’ll make her pay. I’ll make sure she knows the true meaning of suffering.

He mind-linked Marco, the feral intensity of his wolf resonating through his thoughts. "This is only the beginning. Show her what it means to deceit us."