Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 12

Enzo POV

“Alpha, we have her in the dungeon.” Oscar informs Enzo through mindlink. Enzo felt the side of his lips turn upwards when he heard the news.

"Now she will know what happens when rouges like her lie to us" Marco says to Enzo.

“I’m coming” Enzo snaps at Oscar through the mindlink. He undid the two buttons of his shirt and opened the top drawer of his table where he kept a black leather gloves. He put them on, grabbed his suit jacket from his chair and headed out of his office.

When it came to blood, Enzo always wore his black leather gloves whenever they had problems with the rouges. Knowing that Marco could easily end them, Enzo preferred a more painful, slow death. It gave them joy and satisfaction.

Looking at the black leather gloves, Enzo remembered what he had to do. Thinking of it, made his blood boil with anger, and his wolf with rage. Being the alpha, it was his duty to protect his pack from rogues and betrayers. To keep them safe at all costs.

Knowing what was to become of the little female rogue, his body tensed with ultimate rage, and muscles tightened as he walked down the dark corridor and took long strides. As Enzo walked down the corridor, he had the urge to see the life of his betrayer, leaving their body, slowly. Until they were just a lying dead body.

Marco was furious and as the alpha was raging, begging his owner to be unleashed and shred someone his pieces. Enzo detained his wolf, successfully however he knew that it would not be for long. Once Marco was out, it would be game over. And Enzo knew that, the time was now.

As he reached the door, Enzo saw Oscar and Kane guarding the door. They bowed and stepped aside. As soon as Enzo reached the door, he let Marco take over. With Enzo's body, Marco pushed the huge wooden door open with such force that they banged against the wall really loudly.

Inside, Marco saw Amelia being held in the chair with ropes and chains tied to her. Amelia attempted to cower away as much as possible but the ropes held her hands and feet in place. She was sobbing and begging to be released. However as soon as her eyes met Marco, they were in outshock and terrified.

Marco laughed at her and fed on her fear of him. He wanted to feed more off of her fear, and Emzo had no trouble in letting him do so.

Marco had fixed his eyes on his little minx, as he walked straight up to her. As he bent down to her level, their eyes connected. Once he was at eye level with her, Amelia cowarded further into the chair and whimpered.

Wonderful, just the way I want her, Enzo said to Marco. Amelia flinched back and went back to trying to escape. Not just from the chair, but also from the wolf cold, hard glare.

Amelia stared back at Marco, her eyes streaming with tears around her cheeks and all the way down her chin and neck. Her eyes were red and puffy and sight the sight of her vulnerability made Marco’s heart tighten. Just a little, not enough to let the rogue free of any consequences. Not enough to weaken him.

Marco let out a vicious, guttural roar that shook the very walls of the dungeon, the primal sound reverberating through the cold, suffocating air. His massive form trembled with raw fury, his sharp canines bared in a deadly snarl, gleaming like daggers under the dim light. His burning golden eyes locked onto Amelia, his rage uncontained, his presence suffocating.

Amelia’s breath hitched as terror seized her, her body paralyzed beneath the weight of his wrath. Hot tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her pale cheeks as she gasped for air. Her chest tightened, her heart hammering so violently it felt as if it might tear itself free from her ribs. The sheer force of Marco’s rage pressed against her like an invisible force, drowning her in a suffocating wave of fear.

She had never seen such unrelenting fury—never felt so utterly powerless. Marco’s life was forged in coldness, bloodshed, and danger, leaving no room for happiness—no right to claim it. He had long abandoned the notion of warmth, choosing instead to embrace the only emotions that had ever served him: rage and fury. Feeling anything else was a weakness he refused to indulge. He loved being feared by all; humans, werewolves, witches and vampires.

Marco’s claws tore into Amelia’s skin as he wrenched her face toward him, his grip like a vice, unyielding and merciless. Her breath hitched, a strangled whimper escaping as pain flared across her cheeks, hot and sharp.

His snarling breath ghosted over her trembling lips. “You already know who I am,” he growled, his golden eyes flashing with unrestrained fury. “Marco. Enzo’s wolf.”

The room felt smaller, the air thick with his rage. Amelia’s pulse pounded violently, her entire body locked in terror.

“Now,” Marco’s claws pressed deeper, his voice a lethal whisper, “why were you spying for the Whitmores?”

Amelia stopped her struggle for a moment, seeming surprised and confused. A statement she was not expecting. After a few seconds of silence, Amelia vigorously shook her head in denial and cried more as she begged.

“No, please no. I’m not spying on anyone. No please, believe me.” She started quickly, trying to eliminate the misunderstanding. She shook her head left to right, her hair veiling her face from Marco.

Marco expected her to deny. All rogues do, and she was no different even if was a female rogue. On the other hand, what rogue would accept their betrayal towards their pack, especially their Alpha.

Marco knew what he had to do, he would continue to torture Amelia until there was nothing left in to lie about. She would eventually break, and spill the truth, and if it meant squeezing the life out of her then so be it.

Letting go of Amelia’s check, Marco slowly moved down towards her neck. Prolonging the suspense in the room for others to see and observe before grabbing it tightly and firmly in his hand. Amelia sputtered, choked and felt her windpipe start to close off in Marco’s unyielding grip.

Her cheeks puffed and were turning red and Amelia emitted an attempt to breathe, opening her mouth. When Marco saw her struggling for air and beginning to lose her consciousness, he let go of her neck. Her head rolled and she coughed a little and panted to catch her long stuck breath. Amelia struggled to breathe and catch her breath. Gasping and moaning in great pain, she begged them again.

“Pl…please….bel…believe….me…” She coughed as struggled to formulate a sentence, her cheating heavily panting. She trembled with fear. “I…I’m…..tel…tell….telling….t…the…tr..truth.” Amelia sobbed as she struggled to speak. “I…I…di..didn…didn’t..d….do..any…anything.”

“Don’t f*****g lie to me!” Marco growled as he snapped back at her. The growl boomed in the room, setting the atmosphere in the room icy and tense. Amelia shook her head and she continued to cry. She looked directly into Marco's golden eyes and continued to state her only truth. “Please Marco, believe me. I did not do anything. I am not spying on anyone. I have no idea what you are talking about.” She coughed and kept repeating herself like a tape recorder so he would believe her. The amount of times she repeated for him to believe her, Amelia grew tired.

Amelia's body became limp on the chair and she could barely keep her eyes open. Marco let out a furious growl as his hand to his hair.

I’m taking over Enzo stated and Marco let him do so freely as his eyes closed. Once the eyes opened they were back to being ruby red. Enzo looked at Amelia, observing her from every angle.

What if she is telling the truth? Is it worth torturing someone who is innocent? Enzo's self conscious voice spoke into his head. Turning his head away from Amelia in frustration, Enzo, frustrated, raked his hair.

"We kill rogues, but we don’t kill the innocent Enzo." Marco spoke. Enzo knew he had reason, no matter how feared they were by the human world and the underworld, Ezno and his warriors never killed the innocent.

She could be a traitor. After all, she is a rouge. Enzo thought, very confused. Looking back at her, Enzo became much more confused. Her tears, her whimpering, her pain and her innocence. The begging she is constantly doing for us to free her. For me, to let her go. The way she spoke to Marco made him feel weak. Even when Marco was in control, Enzo's heart tightened a little.

It made him have a strange feeling….a need to feel. Enzo was not understanding what was going on. He did not understand what was happening to him. Marco, on the other hand, was also having mixed emotions. Normally they would kill rogues at first sight of betrayal or even a pack member.

However, for the first time Enzo and Marco did not find it in themselves to kill her. Enzo wants to kill her but could not find the urge that he would normally have in these scenarios.

Why am I not torturing her? Looking and behind her, Enzo saw Luca and Alaster. They looked at him very strangely, their eyes questioning his actions. Enzo glared at them angrily and both of them and they quickly averted their gazes.

Enzo stood up straight and moved his gaze away from Amelia. He walked towards the door with Kane and Oscar behind. They followed behind Enzo as they closed the door behind him.

“Keep questioning her. She will eventually break down and speak.” Enzo ordered.

“Yes Alpha.” Kane and Oscar said instinctively. Enzo stepped forward but hauled for a moment. He turned around to look at him firmly and growled his next order.

“But no one touches her.” Enzo knew that if any of their warriors went against his order, they would die. Kane and Oscar were surprised but quickly nodded.

Not only did Enzo's order surprise them, but himself as well. He had no idea where this feeling was coming, all Enzo knew that he wanted no one touching his minx. She was his.

Without sparing another glance at them, Enzo walked out. His mind lost in thought, and stomach in knots. Enzo was pissed off at himself for showing weakness, that too in front of a rogue.

Enzo was furious with Amelia. He didn’t get his answers from her. He wanted to believe her but could he really trust that rogue. His pack, and his alliances with other territories would be at stake, if she was a possible suspect.

Enzo let go of the fact of what he felt for her, her pain was making him feel the pain. He still had yet to receive answers from her, and it did not matter what he felt.

Slowly Enzo started to return to his aching heart cold. Enzo was in his bedroom and took a deep breath and stared at the mirror in front of him. He made the decision to not let her weaken him. Never.

Amelia POV

Amelia didn't know how long she had been captured down in the dungeon, and really did not know how much longer they would hold her here. She has no idea how it has been since they brought her down here, whether it was day or night outside. Nothing.

One thing that she did know was that Amelia wanted the pain to end because she could no longer take it. Her head pounded and her body was limb against the chair. Her feet and wrist are hurting and aching. Every time the rope scratched her it caused her to bleed.

“What information did you give to the Whitmores?” Luca asked again. Alaster, Oscar and Kane were all standing there, interrogating one by one. Amelia had always told them the same thing over and over again, and at this point she knew they were getting fed up. Even in her weak state she was surprised that none of them had shifted.

“I didn’t do anything.” Amelia says again. Amelia would never support monsters like her stepfather and Victor. She hated them, feared them and loathed them to her bitter core. However Enzo and his pack didn’t know that because she would never reveal the truth to them. A horrific truth of her being the only heir of Whitmore.

Her life was already in turmoil. Admitting to the fact that she was a Whitmore, and in addition to that she was also the fiance of the Alpha of the rogues. Spilling the truth wouldn’t help but worsen her situation, it would just lead her to her death.

No matter how much she sobbed and begged, they wouldn’t listen. They refused to let her go, it was their alpha’s order. “Damit Amelia! Just tell us the truth! Lying is not going to save you!” Alaster yelled as he paced the room.

No, I won’t tell the truth. Amelia thought as she cried. “Please…Alaster, Luca. I did not do anything. Believe me. I do not know what you are talking about.” Amelia whimpered as she begged that somehow they would listen. Saying the same things over repeated, her voice was begging to get dry and scratchy.

Alaster stopped pacing around the room and stared at Amelia for a moment. His eyes were filled with pity for her. Amelia shifted her gaze from Alaster to Luca and he was giving her the same sympathy. She was beginning to understand that she was slowly weakening them. They wanted to believe her, and be convinced that she was not the culprit they were looking for.

However Amelia didn't know how long she would stay strong. All Amelia wanted to do right now was go back into her room and get undercovers and wake up from this nightmare. While everyone stared at Amelia and she stared back, suddenly the door opened catching everyone's attention.

Amelia blinked her eyes a few times to clear the blurriness. Her heart rose in panic as she saw Enzo walk in. He was still in his three-piece suit from earlier but no suit jacket. His hands were still covered in black leather gloves. Enzo stared at Amelia with no expression, just a blank face.

He stood in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest. Enzo looked over at Luca and gave him a nod. Amelia stared at him confused as Luca got up and came closer to her . Fear crawled in Amelia.

A few seconds later, Amelia felt hands on ropes, and she winced from the discomfort and pain. Then her hands were free. Did they believe me?

Amelia did not know how to react to this. Were they ending the torture or getting ready for more? Her thoughts were all over the place, thinking from bad to worse.

“Get up” Enzo ordered her, rudely. Amelia got up as quickly as she could. She cradled her wrist to her chest. “Go to your room. You are free.” He says in an emotionless voice.

Amelia was in shock and stunned that he actually believed her. The sudden shock made her stumble a little and her back hit someone’s chest. She turned her head and saw it was Luca. He gently grasped her shoulders and held her in place due to her weakened state. If Luca hadn’t supported her, Amelia knew that she would have fallen.

“Are you able to walk?” he asked, his voice strangely soft as he was talking to a wound child. Amelia gave him a small nod and luca let go. Amelia slowly walked past Enzo and made her way to the door. He didn’t say anything to her as she passed by. When Amelia reached the door, she heard Enzo call out to her.

“Don’t try to escape me again.” Amelia did not look back at him but nodded in return. Amelia knew that she was stuck here and even the thought of escaping did not come to her mind. There was no point, he owned me as long as I walked in this territory, and lived at his house.

If she dared to run,his warriors would catch in a flinch and as result she would have to face brutal consequences. Amelia did not wish to come back into the dungeons again or feel the wrath of Enzo. She decided to live the rest of her life as a maid and become as invisible as possible.

As she was leaving, Amelia heard Kane, “Alpha, where are you–

Enzo raised his hand to silence and not ask questions about his decision. Luca led Amelia the way out of the dungeons. They reached the main level where it was completely silent. Not a person in sight.

“What time is it?” Amelia nervously asked Luca.

“3:30am in the morning.” Luca asked as they continued to walk up the stairs and to the second floor of the mansion. Amelia realized that she was in the dungeons for nearly eighteen hours. They continued to walk until they reached Amelia’s room.

“Have some rest. Take a shower and sleep.” Luca says

“Thank you.” Amelia whispers. Luca gives her a little nod and leaves Amelia to be. Tears stream down Amelia’s face. She walked in her room and closed the door behind her. Amelia turned on her room light and the space was suddenly illuminated with bright white light.

Amelia was so weak, tired, hungry, sleepy and numb. All she wanted to do was sleep and wake up from this torture nightmare. She did not know how long she would last. Amelia walked into her bathroom, immediately removed her clothing and went straight into the shower. As soon as the warm water hit her skin, she felt warmth cover her entire body. Her teeth chattered as the water continued to clean her body. Her tears continued and there was no stopping them. Amelia believed that her tears were part of her life. She doesn't know when they will stop, just like her life problems.

Amelia was so emotionally broken down that she sank to the floor. She continued to cry out her pain as the water continued to wash her. She didn’t know how long she stayed there for, but she didn’t get up until her eyes were completely dried and they’re was none left. Amelia turned the shower off, dried herself with a towel and put on her clothes. Once she was ready for bed, Amelia walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. As she walked to her bed, a gasp of horror left her mouth as Amelia saw Enzo sitting on the edge of her bed.

Amelia stumbled back at the sudden shock of his appearance, and fear spread through her entire body. Not even realizing that her back was against the bathroom door, trapping herself in the process. Enzo quickly got up from his sitting position and rushed to Amelia and stood in front of her.

“Shh. Relax, I am not gonna hurt you. I am not here to hurt you.” Amelia was shocked at the tone of his voice because it was soft and gentle. Something that Amelia never heard out enzo toned voice.

I must be dreaming. Amelia thought to herself. Amelia shook her head and blinked a few times to make sure that this was real and a dream. She attempted to speak but her words came out as stuttering.

“how…you…I…” With all the events that had occurred her Amelia today, she was all worn out. Amelia’s head began to feel dizzy as saw Enzo give her a smile. Her legs gave out, but he caught her with his arms before Amelia would hit the floor. Enzo cradled her to his chest, pulling her towards him. Right up against him. Instinctively Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck for support and held on. Scared that Enzo would let go and make her fall at any moment.

“Its okay, I got you.” he whispered into her ear, and walked her to her bed, gently placing Amelia down on the mattress. Enzo sat next to her and that was when Amelia noticed a med-kit on the bed. Enzo opened the kit and pulled out a few bandages and a bag of Antibacterial wipes. He looked up at Amelia and their eyes connected. For the very first time, Amelia saw a glistering emotion in his stare.

Enzo leaned forward and gently took Amelia's arm and placed it on his knees. He took the wipes out of the packets and began to treat Amelia’s injuries very carefully and gently. Amelia hissed at the sting, and Enzo quickly mumbled to her, “sorry”.

Amelia thought her ears were ringing. Did she really say that? Enzo bent his head down lower to her arm and softly blew at her wound and continued to clean it. As Enzo treated Amelia's wound, she felt the pain slowly diminish with his care gesture.

Amelia closed her eyes as Enzo wrapped the bandages around her injured arm.

“Done.” he whispered as Enzo ran his finger on the bandage. Amelia opened her eyes and indeed saw that the bandages were well wrapped around her injury.

Amelia couldn’t understand his actions. Why was he doing this? Her thoughts were confused and halted even more as Enzo brought her arm to his lips and gently placed a kiss. Amelia’s heart fluttered and her mouth hung open.

What’s happening to him? It’s not like him.

“I’m sorry Amelia.” Enzo said against Amelia’s arm. Her breath got caught in her throat.

Enzo said sorry. Again. Twice in a row. The world’s most ruthless Alpha, who everyone feared, probbley hand never uttered the word sorry to anyone, and here he was now, apologizing to me.

Amelia's state of shock did not leave her, only made her appear like a statue. Her heart beat profoundly and she fought the urge to breathe. Enzo looked up at her and Amelia started to warm up to his gaze.

This can’t be possible. I must be dreaming. Amelia couldn’t believe the reality of what was happening in front of her. Enzo showed his sympathy to her right now, and on top of that he was apologizing to her. His actions were surprisingly….gentle.

“I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for doing all that to you. But know this, it won’t ever happen again. Ever.” he gave me his determined look as he brought his other hand to my face, “I believe you Amelia.” Enzo added.

Amelia gasped at his confession and gulped. She couldn’t say anything, she was speechless. “Know one thing now Amelia. I won’t do those horrific actions to you again. Not me, not anyone else in my house or my pack. No one will mistreat you ever again. This is the only way for me to show you how sincerely apologetic I am for my actions.” Enzo muttered as his voice was rough but still a little soft.

`enzo stared at Amelia for a few moments. His ruby red eyes against her forest green eyes. His kindness felt unreal to her but Amelia held on to it tight.

Amelia knew that for an Alpha like Enzo, the word sorry was not easily said. Her thoughts were interrupted when Enzo suddenly moved away. He gave her an upward smile.

“Your food is here.” Amelia looked at her nightstand and there was a tray of warm food. She looked back at Enzo.

“You should eat. It will give you some strength. I will inform Elara to give you a day off tomorrow. You need rest.” Amelia nodded but continued to look into his eyes. There were emotions that were swirling. She was looking for any sign that showed deception or fakery. But Amelia found none. He was being honest. He really did feel guilty for how he treated her.

Amelia was confused at the turn of events and decided to remain silent. Enzo sighed and did not say anything further. He stood up and stared at her.

“Goodnight.” he said and turned towards the door and stepped out and closed it behind him. Amelia saw that his expressions were sad and regretful.

Amelia's mind was filled with confusion as she tried to understand.

Who was this new Enzo?