CHAPTER 5: Troubled

Alpha Enzo's POV

From the moment I first set my gaze on her on the battlefield, surprisingly thrown down by the force she bore, I despised her.

Yet, something about her looks stirred disgust in me.

Her very existence annoyed me.

No one dared interfere or speak back to me, but she had just done so moments ago, bringing that familiar dread afresh.

I still couldn't understand why she had tried to kill me or how she had escaped death after the arrow had pierced through her.

From my findings and the information delivered by Beta Ricardo, I gathered that she was the half-breed, secluded and despised, daughter of Nathan. A member of the pack.

I felt increasingly worried and unsettled, glaring intensely into those piercing brown eyes that sparked something unimaginable within me. Something that had never been stirred before; not even when I was with Mia or any of my other sex slaves.

She was truly a witch, as accused, and I was determined to deal with her for standing in my way and trying to manipulate my mind.

She would wish she had never crossed paths with me. She would long for death itself, but I would make sure it remained far from her reach.

"Bring her in," I ordered the guards, and shortly after, they dragged her in, throwing her to the floor.

My gaze remained fixed in her direction for a while. I was careful not to look directly into those piercing, flustering brown eyes.

"Take her to the chief maid. She knows exactly what to do with her," I instructed, feeling enraged by her presence alone.

My wolf, surprisingly, wasn't happy with the way I treated her and had scolded me countless times, but I still felt she deserved it all.

No one defied me and lived to tell the story.

Growing up and taking responsibility as the alpha of the pack at such a tender age had shaped me into the man I was today; a dreaded figure, feared and respected by all.

My wolf constantly scolded me to let go of that burden.

The same one I had carried for so long, but it was too hard to release.

I watched as they stabbed him repeatedly until life was snapped out of him, all because of his position as the Alpha, his responsibility and pledge of allegiance. He protected them, yet he was killed shamelessly and in the most cruel manner.

He never had the opportunity to say a simple goodbye to me, his son. That image had never left my mind for the past six years.

Standing up from the couch, I walked over to the window, holding a glass of wine in my hands, my fingers tilting on the rim of the glass.

My gaze drifted downward through the window, and I caught sight of her by the poolside. Her gasps for air and struggles to break free from Menessa's grip filled my heart with a strange sense of joy.

I stood there watching, and somehow, my wolf kept on scolding me; but I ignored him.

Something about her, provoked my desire and satisfaction at seeing her suffer.

She stirred a different kind of bitterness in my heart.

Aside from those ugly looks and her violation of my rules, there was something else about her…

I watched for a while, feeling the weight of the moment, when suddenly, her face lifted, her eyes closed, and her breath faltered. In that instant, my heart quickened, and I looked away, stepping back from the window and calling out to Ricardo.

Walking back to the couch, I took my seat, feeling truly unsettled. Every attempt to compose myself felt impossible.

I had never felt this reckless in my entire life. Nothing had ever bothered me or put me in the state I was in now; not even when I tormented other pack members and captives brought to these lands.

Dropping the glass in frustration, I watched as it shattered into shards, the sharp, creaking sound stabbing deeper into my heart.

Who is she, other than a witch? I hate her. I scoffed.

After a while, I communicated with Ricardo through the mind link, ordering him to take her back to the dungeon. I never wanted to set eyes on her; not now, not in my reckless state. I would shred her into pieces before realizing it.

That surge of anger consumed me like a flame.

In a bid to ease my frustration, to fill my mind with something else, I thought of Mia.

Anything to distract me from thoughts of her and the relentless taunts of my wolf, Alex.

Alex had stopped at nothing, scolding me and filling my heart with conflicting thoughts.

He had never been this angry when I tormented others or had sex with any of my numerous women, which made me wonder; who was this Bianca, truly? Aside from being a witch, what else was she?

I had no mate and hadn't met her before, making it increasingly troublesome in my heart.

Alex had never mentioned her as my mate either, which made me even more worried. I scoffed at the thought of such an ugly-looking creature being my mate.

Gosh!

I would kill her even before it happened.

"She's here," Ricardo announced, and my gaze lifted toward the entrance, dread masked on my expression.

Soon, I spotted her walking in, wearing a skimpy bra and tight-fitting pants that hugged her perfectly structured figure, revealing all the delicate parts that always seemed to catch my eyes.

She walked in seductively, as always, with those fake smiles on her face, her lips curving up in an alluring way meant to grasp my attention and stir my desires.

As she approached, my heart surged, and my longing intensified. I stood up, walking hungrily toward her, pulling her so close that she could barely move in my grip.

My nose brushed against her neck, inhaling the fragrance that always ignited my spirit.

Among all my sex slaves, Mia was the only one who stirred a certain desire and longing in my heart. She was the only one who drove me insane whenever I was with her; her moans forever etched in my mind, making me crave more despite Alex's grudges and words.

I brushed my lips against her neck. She tilted her head to the side, allowing me better access.

My lips trailed down her neck, moving slowly toward her lips, while my hands explored her sensitive spots hungrily.

Unlike usual, when I felt an immediate urge to drag her to the couch or guest room and have her all to myself, this time, frustration clouded my thoughts. Even as my lips ravaged hers, something felt off.

Her image lingered. The way she lifted her face, gasping for air, replayed in my mind. I groaned in frustration, my eager lips abruptly stopping.

I needed to act. To act fast.

My hungry hands faltered, their desire fading. My entire body feeling numb. I tried to continue but couldn't. So I stopped, shoving Mia aside.

Her gaze lit up with dissatisfaction and worry, unspoken words bottled up inside her. But more than anything, dread coiled in my chest.

"Arrange for her to be auctioned and sold immediately. But before that, ensure she is subjected to greater pains,"

I mind-linked Ricardo abruptly, brushing my palms together in rage...