Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 2

Enzo’s POV

The gas station was a relic of a bygone era, its flickering lights casting a dim glow over the cracked pavement. Enzo Niccolò stood beside his sleek black luxury car, the vehicle’s engine idling softly as he reviewed his pack’s latest strategy with his Beta and Delta. The night was cool and clear, a stark contrast to the turbulent affairs that consumed his days.

Enzo’s gaze was sharp and focused, his thoughts consumed by the intricate web of alliances and power plays that defined his world. His Beta, Luca, a tall man with a commanding presence, spoke in measured tones about a recent shift in the local pack dynamics. Beside him, his Delta, Alastor, added his observations, his eyes scanning the surrounding area with practiced vigilance.

“The new Alpha in the North has been making aggressive moves,” Luca said, his voice steady and serious. “It’s clear they’re looking to expand their territory, and we need to consider how this could impact our alliances.”

Enzo nodded, his mind working through the implications. “We need to ensure our position remains secure,” he replied, his tone unwavering. “If they’re looking to expand, we must either solidify our current alliances or consider new ones to balance power.”

Alastor, ever perceptive, interjected. “The Northern Alpha isn’t the only concern. There are whispers of unrest among some of the smaller packs. We should be prepared for potential shifts in loyalty.”

As the three of them continued their discussion, the mundane setting of the gas station seemed to fade into the background. Enzo’s attention was entirely absorbed in the conversation, his strategic mind meticulously analyzing every detail. The luxury car behind them was a symbol of his power, but tonight, the focus was on securing his position in the shifting landscape of pack politics.

The sudden sound of movement drew Enzo’s attention briefly, but he dismissed it as inconsequential. The gas station was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of wind and the distant hum of the night. His thoughts returned to the conversation at hand, the need for vigilance and preparation dominating his focus.

The low rumble of the car’s engine was a soothing hum, a brief respite from the complexities of Enzo Niccolò’s world. As the vehicle glided along the darkened roads, the conversation with Luca and Alastor continued, their voices a steady backdrop to the rhythmic pulse of the tires on the asphalt. The mansion loomed ahead, an imposing structure that promised both safety and seclusion.

The mansion’s silhouette emerged from the shadows, its grandeur evident even from a distance. The long driveway, lined with tall, ornate lamps, guided the car towards the expansive grounds. The headlights illuminated the mansion’s facade, revealing its opulent architecture and sprawling gardens. It was a haven of wealth and power, a stark contrast to the desolate gas station from which they had departed.

Enzo’s Beta and Delta exchanged glances, their own thoughts preoccupied with the implications of their conversation, their hands resting on guns filled with silver bullets. The car pulled up to the grand entrance, the engines purring softly as it came to a halt. The grandeur of the mansion’s entrance, with its towering columns and expansive steps, was a symbol of the control and influence Enzo wielded.

As the vehicle came to a stop, Enzo’s thoughts were interrupted by the sudden commotion within the mansion’s grounds. The sounds of shouting and hurried footsteps reached his ears, cutting through the usual calm that surrounded the estate. His blood-red eyes narrowed, and he immediately sensed that something was amiss.

The Beta and Delta were already on high alert, their expressions shifting to one of concern. Enzo exited the car, his commanding presence instantly drawing the attention of the mansion’s staff and guards. The chaos outside was unmistakable—an intrusion or a disturbance, something that threatened the security of his domain.

Inside the mansion, Amelia’s frantic escape had caused a ripple of disorder. She had fled from the garage, her heart pounding as she dashed through the opulent halls. The grandeur of the interior was a stark contrast to her fear, the rich tapestries and polished floors seeming almost mocking in their beauty.

The mansion’s security had been caught off guard by Amelia’s sudden intrusion. Guards and staff were scrambling to respond, their movements hurried and disorganized as they attempted to contain the situation. Amelia’s cries for help and the sounds of her desperate flight created a cacophony that reverberated through the corridors.

Enzo’s gaze was sharp as he took in the scene, his mind quickly shifting from strategic discussions to the immediate threat at hand. He moved with purpose, his every step a blend of authority and urgency. The Beta and Delta flanked him, their own vigilance heightened as they followed his lead.

Enzo Niccolò strode down the hallway of his mansion, each step deliberate and measured, exuding the quiet menace of a man who ruled his world with an iron fist. His blood-red eyes, sharp and unyielding, missed nothing, while his raven black hair, slicked back with meticulous care, only added to the air of authority that surrounded him. As a ruthless Alpha, he was known for his cold, calculating demeanor—a leader who would crush anyone who dared challenge him. But beneath the surface of this controlled exterior lay a man haunted by the ghosts of a past he refused to speak of, a past that had scarred him in ways even his enemies could not see. In private moments, away from the eyes of his pack and the demands of leadership, Enzo battled with his own demons, the vulnerability he kept hidden from the world threatening to tear him apart. But no one ever saw that side of him; they only saw the ruthless Alpha who never let his guard down.

The tension in the air was palpable as Enzo entered the room, his room. His presence commanded immediate attention. The opulence of the bedroom, with its richly decorated furnishings and grand decor, seemed incongruous with the disarray that now pervaded the space. His gaze fell upon the bed, and he could see the faintest hint of movement beneath it.

With a calm yet decisive motion, Enzo approached the bed, his hand reaching for the fabric that concealed the hidden figure. The disturbance had disrupted the night’s tranquility, but Enzo’s keen senses were already at work, piecing together the mystery that had intruded into his carefully controlled world.

Enzo Niccolò strode down the hallway of his mansion, each step deliberate and measured. The sound of his polished shoes against the marble floors echoed in the vast, opulent space. Everything in his world was under his control—his pack, his business, his very existence. Nothing happened without his knowledge, and anyone who dared to challenge his authority quickly learned the consequences of such a folly. But tonight, something was off.

His senses, finely attuned to the slightest shift in his environment, picked up a disturbance the moment he stepped into the garage. The air was thick with a scent that didn’t belong—wild, faintly sweet, and laced with fear. His sharp, amber eyes narrowed as he scanned the space, his heightened awareness alerting him to the presence of an intruder.

He made his way to the bedroom, the one place in his mansion where he allowed himself a moment of solitude. The door was ajar, not how he had left it, and the scent was stronger there. The scent of prey. His eyes darkened with curiosity and something deeper, more primal.

Enzo pushed the door open, his gaze sweeping across the room with the intensity of a predator assessing its territory. Everything was as it should be—the lavish bed, the expensive furniture, the silent, golden glow of the lamps. But something else lingered in the air, something alive and trembling with fear.

There’s an intruder here. Marco, Enzo’s wolf, growled, his voice resonating in Enzo’s mind, sharp with alertness.

His nostrils flared as he caught the unmistakable scent of a wolf—an Omega, if he wasn’t mistaken. His brow furrowed, a dangerous edge creeping into his expression. What would an Omega be doing in his home? And more importantly, who was foolish enough to send one into his domain?

The answer lay hidden, cowering beneath his bed.

Without a word, Enzo crossed the room, his movements fluid and controlled. He stopped beside the bed, his tall frame casting a long shadow over the polished floor. He could hear the rapid breathing, the frantic heartbeat of the creature hiding from him. Slowly, with a precision that belied his size and strength, he crouched down, his eyes locking onto the figure curled up in a ball beneath the bed.

“A girl.” Marco says, strangely confused.

She was small, dirty, and trembling with fear, her wide eyes filled with the kind of terror that only came from being hunted. Her scent was intoxicating, a blend of vulnerability and wildness that tugged at something deep within him. His wolf stirred, recognizing her as something more than just prey.

But Enzo wasn’t one to be swayed by primal instincts. He was a man of control, and he wouldn’t allow himself to be led by anything other than his own will.

“Come out,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative, leaving no room for disobedience.

Amelia’s breath hitched as she stared up at the man towering over her. His presence was overwhelming, radiating a power and dominance that made her feel even smaller than she already was. But there was something in his eyes—something dark and intense—that made her move, despite the terror gripping her heart.

Slowly, she uncurled from her hiding spot, her movements shaky and hesitant. She crawled out from under the bed, keeping her eyes on the floor, too frightened to meet his gaze. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a painful reminder of the danger she was in.

Enzo watched her closely, his expression unreadable. She was beautiful, in a fragile, broken sort of way. Her hair was a wild mess, her clothes torn and dirty, and her skin was marred with cuts and bruises. But it was her eyes—those wide, terrified eyes—that drew him in. They were filled with a desperation he knew all too well, a desperation that came from being pushed to the very edge of survival.

Alpha! A rogue has trespassed on our territory and is inside the mansion! Beta Luca’s voice cut through the mental link, his tone urgent.

Enzo laughed inside. Poor girl. She didn’t even know what she got herself into. Breaking into the Alpha domain territory, including his house. The Alpha’s house – The Ruthless Alpha in the werewolf world, and then hiding in his room, under his bed.

“Alpha?”

"I’ve got this, Luca, Enzo replied, his mind linked and carrying a low, dangerous growl. His attention shifted back to the trembling girl, the rogue intruder who had dared to hide in his domain. He grabbed the girl's arm and roughly pulled her towards him. She kept her head down as hair curtained around her face. Her face was like being shielded from Enzo as her sniffles filled his room.

As Enzo pulled the omega towards him, the girl resisted and tried to pull and twist away. That only made Enzo tighten his hold on the girl’s wrist, and he clearly knew that it was causing her pain. She winced but Enzo did not budge, only tightened it more.

Enzo knew that if he wanted to, he could easily break her wrist in half. Instead, he let go and took a step back, and the rogue did exactly what he expected her to do. The girl ran straight to the door to escape.

Enzo smirked, as he pulled out his silver bullet gun from the side of his pants. He pointed the weapon directly at the omega.

“Another step and I’ll shoot you.” and immediately the girl stood in her place and stopped. He could visibly see how badly her body was trembling, and it was from fear. Enzo fed on fear.

Marco laughed, as did Enzo as the girl jumped but did not run for her life.

“Smart thinking, for an omega,” Marco tells Enzo as he continues to laugh devilishly, which was sounding harsh in his own ears.

“Turn around”, Enzo orders, but the girl doesn't turn. Both Marco and Enzo found it disrespectful. Hot red anger coursed through his veins, throughout his body. Nobody dared to ignore the Alpha. Yet the girl in front of him…

“Turn around!” Enzo loudly growled at her back. His little and fragile captive jumped at the loud sound of his voice. But this time she swiveled around her quickly but still kept her face down.

“I want to see her face”, Marco tells Enzo, and Enzo agrees. What the f**k?! Did he actually think that? Shaking away that thought, he looked at the girl. Enzo had a few thoughts, like, What was she doing here? Why was she here? Judging by her state and appearance, Enzo knew that she did not belong here, in his territory, let alone his house.

“Look at me”. This time Enzo's voice was whipped. She slowly brought her head up, and I saw big green eyes peeping through her hair. He took a breath and stepped towards her. The girl continued to lift her head up and Enzo saw a tiny round nose and pink lips that had dried blood on them. Her cheeks were round and chubby but badly bruised. Enzo could not properly see her face because she was covered in dirt and bruises from head to toe.

As Enzo continued to observe her silently, the girl was still hugging her arms around herself, her boldly and viciously shaking with silent tremors. The little rogue was obviously frightened. She was a tiny girl and, for some unknown reason, Enzo's heart was twisting in her fragile state.

I can’t make out her features. She's covered in dirt and bruises. Marco states. Enzo took a step forward and saw that the girl had hazel green eyes as she slowly looked up at him through her long eyelashes. She blinked away her tears as the girl was the man slowly approaching her as the gun continued to point at her. As Enzo took his steps towards her, the rogue flinched and began to take a step back.

This made Enzo growl more, “Don’t move”. Marco's growls began to purr but not loud enough for the girl in front of him to hear.

As he observed the girl, Enzo’s mind churned with conflicting thoughts. What the f**k is wrong with you, Marco? He mentally snapped at his wolf.

"I can’t help it," Marco responded, his voice quieter, tinged with uncertainty. There’s something strange about her. I’m sensing something as we get closer.

Knock it off, Enzo ordered, forcing Marco’s instincts to the back of his mind. He closed the distance between himself and the girl, their bodies nearly touching as his gun remained trained on her. Enzo felt her tremble against him and whimpered in fear. She hugged herself before as she was trying to hide herself from the intimidating and powerful man in front of her.

Enzo brought his free hand up to her face. The girl winced but did not move. Silent tears were streaming down her face, as she thought that this was her end. The man in front of her will end her life. A teardrop fell on Enzo's thumb, but he rubbed it away from his thumb and finger. She froze and sucked in her breath.

Enzo didn’t know what was happening to him. He was unable to stop himself as his hand moved the strands of her hair hanging over her face. He slowly moved her hair to the side and behind her ear. He did this until her face was visible to Enzo.

The girl slowly lifted her gaze until she was staring at the man in front of her with her glassy green eyes.

She is in pain. Marco softly says to Enzo

As he saw the girl's face, many emotions ran through Enzo; worry, sadness, tenderness and finally anger. He let his anger consume his body and override all his other emotions. Enzo’s world did not allow him to feel any form of tenderness or sadness. There was no place for it.

Feeling sad for someone only makes you weak, and always put your guard down. It was thrilled in his mind that any emotion other than aggression would only make you weak.

And a weakness is something Enzo would never allow. Enzo had thousands of people who worked for him, and thousands to lead, and this is not just in the werewolf world but also the human world.

Enzo had grabbed onto his anger and glared harshly at the girl with the gun still pointed directly at her face, mainly her forehead. Her eyes widened at his expression and let out a cry as her hands were making their way to her chest.

She shook her head viciously but silently, her mouth opening and closing as if she wanted to say something, yet nothing came from her mouth.

“Who the f**k are you? "And why are you here?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of danger. His voice spoke dangerous volumes of authority since he was the Alpha and the girl was getting that sense. The girl knew that if she did not give a satisfying answer, he would shoot in less than a second.