Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 7

Amelia POV

Amelia was cleaning the smooth surface of the counter, when she heard Elara ask her, "Hon, Have you finished?"

Amelia turned to face her as she waved the clean kitchen cloth in the air, signaling that she was done. "Almost, I just need to finish wiping down the counter and then I will be done." Amelia stated as she smiled.

"Great honey, once you have completed that, you are done for the day." Elara continued. Amelia nodded and continued her work. It's been a week since Amelia had been working in Enzo's mansion. Amelia was learning a lot. At her previous pack territory Amelia was mainly assigned house chores, but when it came to cooking the most she was able to do was salads. She was never a great cook.

Once she had made a meal which Victor hated and as a result, she locked her in the dungeon for a week. During that time, she was only allowed one soggy slice of bread and a small glass of water.

However, being under Elara supervision and care Amelia latched on quickly to some basic cooking skills. Elara was always gentle and patient with her, knowing that Amelia needed some time to practice.

When it came to the cleaning, Elara was confident that Amelia would sparkle the floors clean. But when it came to cooking time, Elara supervised Amelia in every step so that the other omegas in the kitchen wouldn't judge her.

Knowing that the mansion was filled with people, especially males, Amelia was surprised that she would only see omegas most of the day. As for the rest, it felt as if everyone else was just hiding in the shadows, observing her from a distance.

As the mansion was big, cleaning duties were divided among the omegas to which Elara would assign. Therefore Amelia would only have a portion to do, rather than the entire estate. This allowed Amelia to spend most of her time in the kitchen, helping Elara with cooking the food and then cleaning once everything was finished.

The first few days were awful as Amelia was sure that Elara and the other omegas had a good laugh. But thankfully by the third and fourth day due to Elara's patience Amelia was able finally get the hang of it.

A few moments later, Amelia had finished cleaning the counter as her forehead dripped with sweat. Amelia was tired and slagged against the counter, exhausted. Originally Amelia would finish her duties by six or seven but when they had company from other pack territories it would get busy and she would not be done till late night, sometimes even midnight.

"I'm finished!" Amelia announced to Elara with a quick smile. Elara came over and hugged Amelia as a gesture for her great work.

"Good job" She said as she pulled back. Elara was a woman who spread warmth and kindness like a mother. Amelia let her heart feel the warmth and affection that was coming from someone who was not even related to her. She was always only as a child, this action made her feel safe and secure. Elara is so strong, like a luna. Her actions were so affectionate, that Amelia sometimes wondered why Elara was placed in the omega sector instead of ruling the pack territory.

Amelia gave Elara a nod and a tired smile before wishing her goodnight. Her legs felt heavy, every step a struggle, but she pressed on, desperate to reach the sanctuary of her room. Exhaustion clung to her, both physically and emotionally, as if the weight of the day had been too much to bear.

As she neared her room, something caught her attention. The door to a spare room, one that sat between her room and Enzo's, was slightly ajar. She hesitated, her curiosity piqued, and despite the gnawing voice in her mind warning her to stay away, she stepped closer. Slowly, she peered inside, her heart pounding in her chest.

The room was illuminated, yet eerily vacant, with a silence so profound it seemed to press in on her. In the center, a small table stood alone, and resting upon it was a mesmerizing flute, its polished surface shimmering under the dim light. The instrument's allure was undeniable, beckoning her closer, tugging at her willpower, even though she knew she shouldn't succumb.

Amelia's gaze drifted to the large windows that adorned the room, similar to those she had seen in other parts of the mansion. She remembered cleaning a study just days ago on the mansion's left wing, and by now, she knew its layout well enough to navigate without getting lost. But this room, this forbidden space, held a different kind of power over her.

Music had always been her escape. In Victor's packhouse, where she endured countless nights of torment, playing the flute was the only thing that helped her survive. Before that, in the care of Argus, it had been her refuge—a way to forget the horrors that marked her past, if only for a fleeting moment. The music, the gentle press of her fingers on the keys, the melodies that carried her far from the hell she lived in—it had saved her.

Her fingers itched to touch the flute. The temptation was unbearable. Every part of her longed to play, to hear that soft, familiar sound again, even if it was just for a brief second. Her heart raced as she took a cautious step toward the table, her hand trembling as she reached out. She shouldn't be here. She knew that. The room was off-limits—strictly forbidden, even for her. But the pull was stronger than reason.

Her fingertips brushed against the cool surface of the flute, and a rush of emotions surged through her—memories of the past, the solace the music had given her, and the pain it had helped her endure. She wanted, more than anything, to press the keys, to let the melody fill the silence and drown out her demons. But she couldn't. Not here. Not now.

With a sigh, Amelia withdrew her hand, her fingers lingering for a moment before she let go, the dream slipping from her grasp. The flute remained untouched, as did her yearning for a peace that seemed forever out of reach.

She cast one last, longing glance at the instrument before turning away, her heart heavy with regret.

Some dreams, she reminded herself, were never meant to be fulfilled.

Back in her room, Amelia closed the door and leaned against it, sliding down to the floor, exhaustion pressing her deeper into the ground. Even her emotions were too much to handle. The small table lamp cast a dim glow over the room, but the main lights remained off, mirroring the darkness that seemed to envelop her soul.

As Amelia spoke with Elara, she discovered she was the only Omega on this floor. The others were housed on the opposite side of the mansion, leaving this area almost entirely under Enzo's control. The revelation startled them both, but for Amelia, it was deeply unsettling. Why would Enzo isolate her here? What was his motive? Yet, questioning his decision was out of the question—she dared not.

With a sigh, Amelia began to change into her nightwear, slipping out of the suffocating Omega uniform she had worn all day. Tossing it into the small hamper near the bathroom door, she reached for her pajamas and shirt that lay neatly folded on the bed.

Just as she was about to pull her shirt over her head, a voice—low, commanding—cut through the silence of the room.

"I must admit, your figure is... dangerously exotic."

Amelia shrieked loudly, as her heart raced when she spun around, clutching her shirt tightly to her chest to cover herself, despite still being in her undergarments. Her wide eyes scanned the room, searching for the intruder, but the shadows concealed him well.

She didn't need to see his face to know who it was. Her instincts told her, every fiber of her being recognized that voice.

Enzo.

A chill swept over her as she stepped back, her fear growing with each passing second. She couldn't see him, but she could feel his presence—looming, watching, hidden somewhere in the darkness. Amelia's stomach did turns as she feared the presence in her room.

Suddenly, the lights in her room blazed to life. Amelia blinked rapidly, struggling to adjust to the brightness. Enzo lounged casually on her sofa by the window, his presence exuding a chilling confidence. He wore a simple black shirt that clung to his powerful frame, paired with dark trousers, a stark contrast to his usual sharp suits.

Amelia's gaze was locked on him as Enzo's eyes roamed over her, his stare unwavering and intense. There was no hint of awkwardness or discomfort in his demeanor; instead, he radiated an aura of dominance and control.

"Hmm..." Enzo murmured, his eyes assessing Amelia with a predatory focus. His muscular form was evident beneath the shirt, his presence commanding attention.

Amelia's fear was palpable, her attempts to remain composed failing miserably. The knowledge that Enzo thrived on fear only intensified her dread. For an Alpha like him, fear was both a weapon and a tool for asserting dominance.

She clutched her shirt tightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she faced the overwhelming intensity of Enzo's gaze. Sweat began to bead on her skin as she stood rigid, unable to move.

Enzo rose from the sofa, his movements deliberate and measured. Amelia's breath caught as he closed the distance between them. When he stopped, they were mere inches apart, his heated gaze locking onto her with an unsettling intensity.

Her lips were dry, and as she licked them nervously, Enzo's eyes followed the motion, a dangerous glint appearing. His presence was magnetic, and despite herself, Amelia's body responded to his proximity, her legs growing weak and her heart racing.

Confusion and desire tangled within her, a storm of emotions she had never experienced before. Enzo's hands reached for the edges of her shirt, and with a swift, almost tender tug, it fell to the floor. Amelia gasped, trying to reach for it, but Enzo's other hand prevented her.

Ashamed and exposed, Amelia crossed her arms over her chest, but Enzo's commanding voice cut through her hesitation.

"Move your arms away," he ordered, his tone unyielding.

Amelia shook her head, her body retreating until her back met the wall, trapped. Enzo loomed over her, his dominance palpable. He grasped her wrists, pulling them away from her chest and letting them fall to her sides. Her skin flushed under his scrutiny, her vulnerability on full display.

As Enzo's hands explored her exposed skin, Amelia flinched, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. His touch was methodical, tracing a path from her neck to her waist, each movement deliberate and charged with a silent promise. Enzo's mind-linked to Marco, a cold edge to his thoughts. Marco, I have her cornered. She's reacting... more than I expected. Enzo says to Marco. His wolf seems confused. What do you mean? Is she resisting? Marco asks, questioning his partner's motives.

No, she's afraid, but there's something else. Her body betrays her. It's intriguing. Enzo states his observation. Keep her on edge. Fear and desire are powerful allies. Marco says with authority

I'm aware. Her reaction is more than I anticipated. I can sense her struggle, but she's drawn to the intensity. Enzo agrees with his wolf

Use that to your advantage. Control her fear and her desires. It's a potent mix. As his wolf passes his suggestion Enzo agreed. I intend to. This is just the beginning. Enzo said and ended the conversation with his wolf.

Amelia's breath quickened as his hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden closeness, and her attempts to escape proved futile against his iron grip.

Enzo's touch continued its tortuous journey, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin. His voice was a dark whisper as he commented on her smoothness and the allure of her form. "Your skin is as pale as moonlight, and as smooth as silk. A captivating sight."

Amelia's confusion deepened. How could he find her appealing when she was so vulnerable? Enzo's hands roamed with a measured purpose, his eyes never leaving hers. His touch was both a torment and a tease, igniting a flame of frustration within her.

He finally laid his hand over her chest, and Amelia's breath hitched as she felt the cold air against her exposed skin. Enzo's gaze was unwavering, his expression a mixture of amusement and control.

His touch was relentless, his fingers brushing against her skin, leaving her trembling. When he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, he whispered with a dark, enticing edge, "You can't deny it. I see everything. Even with wolf vision."

Amelia's pleas were barely audible, her voice cracking as she begged for release. Enzo's laughter was a cruel contrast to her desperation. "Pleasure and pain, my dear, are often intertwined." Amelia disagreed because she only knew pain. That was all that she ever felt in her life from Argus and Victor. There was no pleasure in that, just endless screams and pool of blood

Despite her efforts to push him away, Enzo's grip remained firm. Her tears fell freely as she realized the harsh reality of her situation.

"Please, let me go," she implored, her voice trembling with fear.

"Stop struggling," Enzo commanded, his voice a sharp edge of authority. When Amelia refused to cease, he ordered more forcefully,

"Stop!"

She stilled, her body pressed against the wall, her breathing heavy and uneven. Enzo studied her with cold, assessing eyes. "You fear me," he observed, noting her trembling form. "Yet there's something in your reaction that suggests otherwise."

As Enzo closed the distance, his gaze turned colder, more unyielding. "Don't lie to me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I know deceit when I see it. You'd be wise to avoid it."

"Now, tell me," he demanded, his eyes boring into Amelia's, "do you enjoy my touch?" Amelia hesitated, knowing that lying would only worsen her predicament. She nodded reluctantly, her eyes not meeting his. Enzo's smirk widened, a predatory satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. Even the smallest shift in her body didn't escape his notice.

The smirk on his face was unsettling, a mix of cold satisfaction and wolfish delight.

"Good," he said, his tone suddenly shifting to serious. "Let's address why I'm here." Amelia swallowed nervously, her gaze fixed on the floor as she braced herself for what was coming next.

Trying to create some space between them, Amelia shifted slightly, but Enzo's hand tightened around her hair—not harshly, but with a firm, unyielding grip that made her stay put. She understood the unspoken message and remained where she was, listening intently.

"I want you," Enzo declared, his voice unwavering. Amelia's breath caught in her throat at his bluntness. Her mind raced to process his words, but her body was betraying her with its involuntary response.

"What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Enzo leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. Her body tensed in shock, unable to escape the intensity of his presence.

"Exactly what I said. I want you. All of you. All to myself." Amelia was at a loss for words, her mind grappling with the implications of his statement. She knew he was toying with her, manipulating her emotions and body. The thought of being reduced to a mere object of his desire was humiliating. Her fear was palpable—if she didn't satisfy him, would he dispose of her without a second thought?

A sickening feeling twisted in Amelia's stomach, the same degradation she'd experienced under Victor. She felt like nothing more than a plaything, a source of pleasure for a man who saw her as nothing else. Enzo, like Victor, was a monster—dangerous and devoid of empathy.

"What if I don't want you?" Amelia asked, desperate to buy time to devise a plan. Enzo's smirk grew darker. "Is that so?" he taunted, his confidence unwavering as he observed her struggle.

"My little minx," he continued, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "You want me. I can feel it, smell it. Can't you?" He lowered his head, his breath hot against her shoulder as he traced his tongue along the sensitive skin, then bit down sharply. Amelia gasped, a moan escaping her lips despite her efforts to suppress it.

"I can smell it," Enzo murmured, his tone almost triumphant. "Your body betrays you."

Amelia's face burned with embarrassment. The sensation of his touch was unbearable, heightened by his relentless wolf senses. Enzo stepped back slightly but maintained his intense gaze, scrutinizing her every reaction.

"I don't force myself on women," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. Amelia's breath hitched as she processed his words. "But you want me. You belong to me. So why resist?" His words sent a shiver down her spine. "Do you want me?"

Amelia opened her mouth to protest, but Enzo's finger pressed against her lips, silencing her. "Don't lie to me, little minx. It will only make things worse." Her heart raced, her hands slick with sweat as she struggled to breathe under his piercing gaze.

His eyes shifted from red to green, the intensity of his stare mixing with a maelstrom of emotions—lust, desire, anger, excitement. Amelia was overwhelmed, her mind unable to comprehend the dark path she had been forced onto.