Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 4

Amelia stepped back as she felt her body warming up to his gaze. As if her body was hypnotized under his piercing control. She licked her dry lips as Enzo followed her every movement. He slowly licked his own while keeping his eyes on her. He made his action so sensible that I averted my gaze from him.

Amelia was unsure why he was doing this. At one moment he wanted to kill her, while at the next it felt like he wanted to kiss her senseless. Amelia questioned his motive. Was he playing me?

Amelia scoffed at the thought. Of course, he would play her. Why else would he want her to help the omegas in his pack? Amelia had heard rumors about Alpha Enzo. He would play with his prey like a mastermind, like how someone knew chess at the back of their hand. Studying each move and strategy. Once he had his prey in his place, he would be the first one to attack. Then, Checkmate. When he is finished, he will easily cast his prey out and dispose of them. And they would never be heard of again.

Amelia was just another pawn in his chess game, as she liked to think it. And because of Enzo's intelligent thinking, Amelia knew that she had to think very smartly. If he wanted to play with her, then she would. Because one way or another, Amelia had to get out of here alive.

“Alastor,” Enzo yelled. His loud and harsh voice had snapped out her deep thoughts. Amelia further jumped as she heard the door bang open behind her. She turned around to see a tall muscular man standing at the door. The man who stepped into the room was tall—easily towering over her—and built like a force of nature, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his clothes. Every inch of him radiated power, a raw, untamed energy that sent a cold shiver racing down her spine. Amelia saw that the man in the doorway had a huge scratch across his eyelids and up his forehead, which made him look even more vicious.

His hair was jet black, falling just past his ears in sleek, unkempt waves that framed his face like shadows. But it was his face that truly stole her breath—a face carved from stone, all sharp angles and cruel lines, as if sculpted by a hand that knew only violence. His skin was pale, almost ghostly in contrast to the darkness that clung to him, as though the very shadows favored him, lingering in his presence.

Amelia saw that the man was wearing a three-piece suit similar to Enzo. Dressed in all black, his long leather coat swayed as he moved, its hem brushing the floor like the cloak of a reaper. There was a holster wrapped around his waist that held two silver guns, designed to kill any human or werewolf. His stance spoke of danger itself.

And then there was his aura—a suffocating presence that filled the room with dread. It wasn’t just the scar on his face or the coldness in his eyes that made Alastor terrified. It was the way the very air seemed to bend to his will, as though the shadows themselves were drawn to him. The surrounding energy was dark, dangerous, and filled with an almost tangible malice.

He didn’t speak as he entered, but his eyes flicked to Amelia, and for a moment, she felt as if he could see through her, down to her bones. His gaze lingered on her like a predator sizing up his next meal. Her breath caught in her throat, heart pounding in her chest as she fought the urge to step back.

Amelia felt herself shiver under the man’s gaze as he gave her a hateful glare.

“Alastor, show Amelia the room next to mine. "She will be staying there,” Enzo ordered in a hard stone. This reminded Amelia of how Victor and her stepfather, Argus, used to use that tone with her and other members of the pack when they ordered them to do something. That tone meant no questions, only actions with no hesitations.

“When she has set, bring her down to where all the omegas are. She will be working with them,” he continued his order to Alastor. The whole time Alastor was there, his face was expressionless. Amelia saw that there was not even a small sign of emotion on his face as he stood there listening to Enzo's command.

When Enzo finished, Alaster gave a sharp nod and bowed in rest towards his Alpha.

“Yes Alpha,” Alastor said. Alastor turned to Amelia, silently telling her to follow him. Amelia looked at Enzo, and she saw that he was staring at her, waiting to see what she would do.

“Do I…my…what do…you need me…to do?” Amelia asked, scared, being in the middle of two powerful men who conquered the werewolf world she feared for her life. It made her feel like two wolves had hunted their prey.

Enzo stepped closer to Amelia, only being an inch apart. He leaned down to her ear and whispered very quietly. “Anything I tell you to do, you do it.”

Amelia stepped back as Enzo continued to invade her personal breathing space. “Excuse me?” She questioned her on the edge.

“For now you do what the omegas tell you to do, they will tell you what you need.” Enzo stepped closer and, again, evaded Amelia's personal space. He moved closer to her and slowly whispered, “But if there is anything else that I want from you…you will give me that too.” his gaze intensely on Amelia.

“When I need you, I will let you know.” His words did not loosen up Amelia at all. In fact, it made her closer to herself, and she became more agitated. His words were not soothing in any way, it only made Amelia more nerve-racking. The way Enzo finished his sentence, it was obvious to Amelia that she had no say in any of this. No matter what he wanted Amelia to do, she knew that she had to do it. No choice, no questions.

“Alastor, take her away to the omegas. There is some business that I need to get done”, Enzo demanded. Alastor stepped away from Amelia. As he stepped away, another powerful man stood next to her. She was trapped either way. Being in the middle of two dangerous men, Amelia wanted to run and hide.

“Let’s go,” Alastor tells her, his voice cold and void of any emotion, just like his facial expressions from earlier. His voice jarred Amelia's ears. She looked back at Enzo and saw him nod, giving her permission to go with the man he ordered. As Amelia made no movement, Alastor grabbed her roughly by the arm. His hold was tight and Amelia felt her elbow going numb. But with all the other bruises on her body, this one was just added to the list. It was getting numb like her blood circulation was beginning to stop due to his tight hold. It was impossible to escape as he dragged her out with him.

Weakness began to take over Amelia's body, and she was beginning to feel dizzy. Amelia nearly tripped over her own feet but quickly collected herself before she hit the ground due to Alastor's vicious growl. Amelia swallowed and stood up quickly like the wind, and began to walk normally to the best of her ability with Alastor still tightly holding her.

Alastor forcibly pulled Amelia towards the room, next to Enzo’s. He pulled the door open and pushed Amelia inside. It caused her to gasp as pain traveled through her body. Amelia tried to scan the room, but it was pitch black. But suddenly the light was turned on.

Amelia scanned every detail of her new room. One main thing she noticed was that it was three times as big as her old one. The room was vast, easily three times the size of her old one, but despite its size, it felt warm and inviting, like stepping into a sanctuary she hadn’t realized she needed.

The hardwood floors were a rich chestnut, their smooth surface polished but not overly glossy, giving off a soft, natural warmth. A plush, handwoven rug in muted shades of cream and soft gold covered the center of the room, its delicate patterns adding a subtle touch of elegance without overwhelming the space. The room smelled faintly of lavender and cedarwood, a soothing scent that immediately put her at ease.

Above her, the ceiling was high but cozy, with exposed wooden beams that stretched across in dark oak, giving the room a rustic charm. From the center hung a wrought iron chandelier, simple yet refined, with candle-shaped bulbs that cast a soft, golden light over everything. It wasn’t ostentatious, but rather comforting, bathing the room in a warm, welcoming glow.

On one side of the room, near the entrance, a large, overstuffed armchair sat by a small bookshelf, its fabric a deep, inviting shade of navy blue. The bookshelf itself was filled with worn, well-loved books, their spines showing signs of frequent use. A small table sat beside the chair, holding a delicate porcelain teacup and a reading lamp with a softly glowing shade, inviting Amelia to curl up and lose herself in a story.

The bed dominated the room, but it wasn’t intimidating. It was a four-poster, yes, but the posts were made of warm, honey-colored wood, carved with gentle, flowing patterns that felt more welcoming than grand. The bedding was plush and inviting, with soft, white linen sheets and a quilted comforter in shades of cream and pale blue. Several large pillows were piled at the head of the bed, making it look like the perfect place to sink into after a long day. A sheer, gauzy canopy hung from the posts, gently framing the bed, adding an airy softness to the space.

To the side of the bed was a small fireplace, its mantel made of smooth stone, with a few decorative candles and a framed photograph resting on top. The fire crackled softly, casting a comforting warmth through the room and adding a gentle flicker of light to the space. In front of the hearth, a large, woven basket sat with extra blankets and pillows, a practical touch that made the room feel even more like home.

Across from the fireplace was a small writing desk made of the same honey-colored wood as the bed. It was simple, unadorned, with a leather-bound journal and a set of pens neatly arranged on its surface, as though waiting for her to sit down and write. The chair beside it had a thick, soft cushion, making it both functional and comfortable.

The walls were painted a soft, creamy beige, and the light from the chandelier danced gently across them, adding warmth to the entire room. Large windows lined the far wall, framed by soft linen curtains in pale blue, their fabric light and breezy, allowing just enough sunlight to filter through. The window panes were slightly open, letting in a fresh, cool breeze that carried with it the scent of blooming flowers from the garden outside.

And then she saw it—the garden.

The window in the far corner of the room was larger than the rest, with a wide, cushioned window seat tucked beneath it. Amelia found herself drawn to it immediately. She crossed the room and sank down onto the soft seat, her body sinking into the plush cushions. The window overlooked a beautiful, sprawling garden below, filled with roses, lavender, and winding paths of stone.

Lanterns dotted the garden, casting a soft glow over the greenery as the evening descended.

The view was peaceful, serene, and for the first time in what felt like years, Amelia felt a sense of calm wash over her. The room, though large and undeniably luxurious, didn’t feel like a prison. It felt like a home—warm, safe, and filled with quiet beauty.

Amelia wondered how it was possible to look so sincere when the world around her gave nothing but miserly and traumatic experiences – a clear contrast , like yin and yang in her situation.

“Get yourself cleaned up, and I will take you down to the omegas. Your clothes will be brought to you.” Alastor says, breaking into the Amelia train of thoughts. She turned around to see him standing at that door, as his arms were crossed over his chest. Making him appear more dark and vibrant.

Amelia nodded her head. Alastor grabbed the doorknob and closed the door, leaving Amelia alone in her surroundings. For the first time, Amelia was by herself and thus signed in relief. Other than herself, there was no dominating presence in her room that would make her overwhelmed. She glanced around her room, and it made her think of Enzo’s room as it shared some similarities. Amelia walked over to the bed and gave a little bounce as she sat on it. She ran her hand softly on the cream and pale blue bedding. The silky smooth comforter made Amelia just want to lie down and sleep. Her eyes clear with exhaustion and body out weight the weakness in her. As she felt warm and cozy, Amelia had slowly drifted off to a deep slumber.

Amelia woke up with a jolt as she heard the door band violently and swung open. The door slammed against the wall. I jumped off the bed in shock as her body shook violently, scared for her life. As she got up, her body swayed a little due to utter weakness in her body.

Her eyes were very sleepy as she tried adjusting her eyes to the light. As her vision cleared, Amelia gulped hard as she saw who stood at the door of her room. Alastor was standing at her door, looking dangerously angry.

“You were ordered to get cleaned up.” Alastor growled as he took long and quick strides towards Amelia. His teeth were gritted as he spoke. “Listen well, when the Alpha gives an order you follow them. Got it?” Amelia nodded viciously, scared out her mind of what Alastor would do.

Amelia feared Alastor. He looked like a person who did not take any nonsense from anyone. But above all that, he was the Delta of this pack, third in command. He would do anything to keep his Alpha and his territory safe, even if it meant killing people. Brutally in fact so they can prove a point to everyone. Now that she thought about it, everyone was a killer here, she lived among them, and there was no place for an innocent life here.

Without any more words, Alastor pointed to the door that led to the bathroom. The bathroom was a perfect blend of luxury and comfort, a private oasis that felt warm and inviting. The floors were made of heated marble in soft beige tones, providing warmth underfoot. A large, freestanding bathtub sat near a wide window, framed by pale linen curtains, offering a view of the garden below. The tub was deep, perfect for soaking, with polished brass fixtures that gleamed in the soft light from the overhead chandelier.

To the side, a spacious walk-in shower was enclosed in glass, with rain shower heads and natural stone tiles in soft, earthy hues. The sink was set into a long, marble countertop, with gold-accented faucets and a large, ornate mirror hanging above. Plush towels were neatly folded on open wooden shelves, along with scented candles and delicate potted plants, giving the room a spa-like feel. The soft scent of lavender filled the air, adding to the serene, homey atmosphere.

As Amelia gathered her surroundings, she was amazed at what she was given, in such little time. When she ran away from her home, she figured that she would have to live on the streets and survive on her own and fend for herself. She would have to survive in the search of just basic daily needs.

But as she stood there, in front of her was much more than she had expected to be. She got a huge room, spacious bathroom, food, water, and even a job that requires to stay inside the four walls. Even though it was not her ideal situation, gratefulness spread her body and mind.

As she closed the door, Amelia looked around and saw only male belongings, but this did not matter to her. The important thing was that she was hidden away from Victor and her stepfather for some time, had a roof over her head and was able fend for herself in four walls as she worked.

As Amelia walked towards the hanging mirror in her room, she flinched at her reflection. The mirror mirrored her reflection; dirty, grimy. Her face was covered with red bruises and some parts were already green, slightly turning people. Understanding the fact that she was now human meant, it would take a long time to heal. The same time as it was done to a human. Her clothes were once a white shirt and blue jeans, now there dirty brown and ripped jeans. Wherever the jeans were ripped, the exposed skin had scratches and scars that were dried with blood.

Amelia turned away, disgusted by how she looked right now. All she wanted to do was take a shower, remove all this filth that was on her. As she stepped into the bathroom, she removed her clothes. As she did, more scratches and bruises appeared especially on her back.

Amelia looked horrible and wondered if she was really looking like this in front of Enzo and Alastor. Were they not disgusted by the way I looked? Amelia frightened herself by just looking at her own reflection in the mirror.

Shaking her head, Amelia stepped into the shower, as soon as warm water hit her skin, a sense of calmness and relaxation spread throughout her body. As the warm water continued to splash Amelia's skin, warmed the numbness on her skin, her muscles loosening up.

Lifting her face up to the shower head, Amelia let the water freely flow on her body. As she showered, a feeling of happiness triggered inside of her. She lifted her hand to grab a shampoo bottle, and squeezed some into her palm, and began to gently massage her head and remove the dirt from her hair.

As the water touched Amelia's head, brown water began to drift down her body, along with some twigs, leaves, small dirt pebbles, and some tiny bugs. Amelia stood under the showerhead for a few minutes until her head was completely clean from everything. Once she saw the clear water was again draining down her wet hair, she began to wash the rest of her body. When Amelia had completely finished washing herself, she decided to stay a few minutes longer under the warm water, letting the warmness massage her body.

Once she was done, Amelia stepped out of the shower on her weak legs as cool air began to hit her body. She wrapped a towel around herself and went to stand in front of the mirror again. This time, Amelia looked much better than before. Her injuries did not appear as prominent as before but were still noticeable since her skin was very fair and pale.

Much better. Amelia thought as she opened the bathroom door. She peeked outside to see if Alastor was still standing there, but to her relief he wasn’t. Therefore, Amelia stepped outside and over to the bed where her clothes were laid. It was an omega outfit alongside ladies' undergarments.

It is both practical and striking, designed for work yet carrying a dark elegance. The base of the outfit was a deep charcoal fabric, soft but durable, with a tailored fit that allowed ease of movement. The initials E.N., representing the Alpha's authority, were embroidered in silver on the left side of the chest, a subtle but constant reminder of their place in the pack.

The dress featured long sleeves with a high, structured collar that framed the neck sharply. Instead of the typical apron associated with servant attire, a wide, black leather belt cinched their waists. The belt was adorned with silver buckles and faintly embossed with runes, and it held small, functional pouches for tools, blending utility with a sleek design.

The skirt fell just below the knee, with discreet slits on either side to allow for quick movement. Beneath, they wore fitted, dark leggings that tucked into sturdy, lace-up boots—practical for labor yet stylishly minimal.

Over their shoulders, they wore cropped, asymmetrical jackets made of the same dark fabric, the lapels lined with a deep crimson trim. The jacket added a layer of protection while giving the outfit a touch of refinement. Small silver buttons on the cuffs, shaped like crescent moons, provide subtle but elegant detail.

Amelia also noticed a dark choker, fastened with a small silver pendant that was designed to give the title of an omega. The entire ensemble carried a quiet power, blending the functionality of a worker’s uniform with an unmistakable mark of dark authority. In packs, omegas are given a form of materialistic identity. It could vary from clothes, to shoes, to accessories, anything that the Alpha of the pack would find fit.

Back home, Amelia also had to wear a pendant. She remembered clearly what it looked like. At the center of the pendant, a small shard of silver was embedded—a material deadly to werewolves. Every time the pendant touched her skin, it sent a sharp, burning pain radiating through her chest, a searing reminder of her lost wolf and her subjugation under Victor’s control. The silver was small enough to not cause lasting physical damage, but just large enough to inflict a constant, dull ache that never let her forget her place as an omega.

The chain was tight, pressing the pendant uncomfortably close to her throat, as if it were designed to choke the last bit of dignity from her. Inscribed along the fang were ancient runes, words of degradation and submission, binding her not only physically but mentally to the life of an Omega. She couldn’t remove it—Victor had made sure of that. It was cursed to stay with her, always pressing into her skin like a second prison.

Amelia shook those thoughts out of her head and dressed herself. Once she finished, Amelia looked in the mirror, the skirt fell just below the knee and the outfit showed off all her curves in the right places. The dark leggings made her legs look much slender while the boots gave a stylish vibe. Amelia looked like she was a model and ready to walk on the red carpet, rather than looking like an omega. The only thing left to do now was her hair. Amelia went back into the washroom and opened the drawer and took out a hairbrush. She brushed her tangled hair until it was free from all tangles and was smooth and shiny.

Amelia stepped back into her room with her back straight and shoulders up, portraying confidence. She took a final glance at the mirror and, once satisfied, Amelia opened her room door and found Alastor leaning against the wall, waiting for her.

When Alastor looked at Amelia, his eyes widened and flared with the expression of surprise. Recovering quickly, he glared at her and became Stoic.

“Come on” he said after masking his emotions. His face was stone-cold of any expressions towards Amelia as he continued to glare at her. Growling with anger. Amelia figured that it was the only thing he knew to do when it came to her.

Without waiting for any response, Alastor began walking towards the stairs and Amelia followed him. As they walked, Amelia mentally prepared herself for everything. She was not going to fall back and hide, no. She made a decision to fight for her freedom and that is exactly what she had planned to do.