Alpha Loren

Chapter 203

As we neared the door to the office, I tried my best to free myself from Andrea.

"What, Blanca?" he asked. "You're afraid of him?"

"Andrea please-" I began.

"Don't bother," he said with a short laugh before opening the door and pushing me in.

I had hoped I was going insane. But my eyes were met with exactly what I had dreaded. Maybe I'm

hallucinating now?

"It's not possible," I whispered as I scanned his body. It seemed very real and extremely alive.

"You're dead."

The man stifled a laugh and turned the swivel chair he was sat comfortably in a few degrees to the left,

"Is that what your Alpha told you?"

"He killed you," I said surely.

"Yet here I am," he shrugged, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

He then stood up and stepped forward slowly until he was a mere few centimetres from me. He

examined me, and picked up a strand of my hair and felt it between his fingers before dropping it back

down and his hand finding it's way to my chin. Using the tips of his fingers, he lifted my head so I had

no choice to look him in the eye.

"Nice to see you again, my dear little cousin," he said. "It's been a while."

"Luciano," I said, his name filling me with more hatred and loathing than you could imagine.

He smiled in that cold, emotionless way before turning my head to the side.

"Yikes," he said running his finger along my cheek, which was still bruised from when Andrea hit me a

couple of days prior. "That's gotta hurt."

I couldn't bring myself to give him the satisfaction of a response so I just kept my mouth shut.

"I see Martinez is finally giving you the treatment you deserve," he replied. "Because Alpha dearest is

out of the picture? I also hear you're not quite so brave without the threat of him around?"

I scowled which only amused him more.

"How are you still alive?" I asked, my curiosity itching like a nasty rash.

He sat back down and put his hands behind his neck, "Do you want to tell her or should I?" he said to

Andrea.

"The honour is yours," Andrea said with a grin.

"Your Alpha lied to you, sweetheart," Luciano said. "He let me live."

"After everything you did, why would he do that?" I asked, refusing to believe it.

"Looks like you aren't the only one Leonardo has a soft spot for," Andrea replied.

"Even Alpha Leonardo Loren couldn't bring himself to murder his childhood bestie, so we came to an

agreement," Luciano replied picking up a pen from the desk and twizzling it in his thumb. "He let me

live so long as I went back to the Italian mafia, spied on them, fed information back to him and most

importantly, stayed the fuck away from his Luna and family."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Because I don't keep my promises. You know that better than most," he replied. "So when Andrea

Martinez showed up in the doorway to my house offering me a deal that interested me far more, what

do you think I did?"

"You see, Blanca," Andrea said. "All that information you gave me on 'a dead man' was all I needed to

find the best weapon against your Alpha of all time."

I looked back to Luciano, panic taking hold.

"Leonardo is as good as dead," Luciano said, his lips curling up at the sides. "All I have to do is get him

to trust me again and then lure him to his death like a puppy on a leash."

"He will never trust you again," I spat.

"Watch your tone, my love," he warned. "He's not here to protect you anymore."

"He will not trust you," I repeated, this time much quieter.

"Oh, he will. By now he's probably so desperate to get you back that he'd recruit the devil himself for

help and besides, let's not forget that time and time again he makes the mistake of thinking he can trust

me. It's his fatal flaw."

"I should have requested to kill you myself," I hissed.

At that I felt Andrea seize my arm, "Ella, that's no way to speak to our guest," he snarled in my ear.

"Apologise."

I stared into Luciano's eyes, longing to rip the smirk from his lips.

When I didn't reply, Andrea wrapped his hand around my throat and repeated his order, "Do it."

Despite being unable to breathe, my stubbornness didn't allow me to apologise to such a piece of shit.

"No," I croaked.

Andrea let out a short sigh and turned to Luciano, "Would you please give us a moment?"

"Take all the time you need," Luciano replied in an amused tone before Andrea dragged me out of the

office.

The first thing Andrea did was hit me...again.

"Do as you are fucking told," he hissed.

"He doesn't deserve an apology," I replied trying to get my wrist out of his hand. "I don't see him trying

to say sorry for all the shit he's put me through. I have never done anything wrong to him. He hates me

for no reason."

"I don't give a shit about your little family feud," Andrea replied. "You will go in there and you will

apologise for disrespecting him. Your Alpha is no longer in charge, I am and I will not tolerate this."

"Fuck. You," I replied pushing him away from me.

"Fuck me?" he asked with a sly smile, totally unphased by my efforts to hurt him. "That can be

arranged for tonight but first you are going to make up with your cousin."

I fought against him as he dragged me back to the office. His ability to manhandle was as good as ever

but this time I had the fuel from a seven-year feud to fight with. Somehow, I was able to free my leg and

kick him hard right where it hurts the most.

His knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor grimacing in pain. In doing so, he lost his grip entirely

on me and I was able to race back down the hall. I'm not sure where I was going except for away from

him. The kitchen was empty, Chico was nowhere to be seen and the back door was wide open leaving

the vast jungle in my grasp.

Without hesitation, I legged it out into the backyard and across the terrace. As I sprinted over the grass

towards the jungle I heard Andrea thunder out of the house. I was sure that if I could get into the dense

vegetation, I stood a chance of losing him. I was small and agile whilst he was fast but big and would

certainly get tangled in the branches and vines. It was just a matter of getting there before he could

stop me. My lungs burnt not really from exercise, the lawn was only about 200m long, but from

adrenaline and pure terror. Andrea's footsteps were nearing me quicker than the forest fringe was.

I soon felt my feet wipe out from underneath me and my back come into contact with the solid ground.

My entire body pounded as the fear shot through me in paralysing pulses.

"Thought you could escape me, huh?" Andrea growled pinning my arms to the ground as he straddled

me.

He was breathing heavily and shaking with fury. His fingers curled around my wrist were cutting the

blood supply off and I struggled to breathe under his weight.

"Huh?" he questioned bringing his lips to my ear.

"No, but it was worth a try," I replied. "Anything is worth a try."

A smile crept onto his lips as he looked down on me struggling.

"Oh, Blanca," he said maliciously stroking my hair. "You have no idea. I wasn't even going to let him

hurt you. Becoming my wife earned you privileges," he continued pulling me to my feet. "Privileges that

you just lost."

I closed my eyes preparing for him to hit me and I wasn't disappointed. I felt a searing pain across my

cheek and a warm trickle from my nose.

He then pulled me to my feet and began dragging me back to the house.

"You have disobeyed my orders, embarrassed me in earshot of our guest, tried to escape from me and

killed my future children. You know that I don't tolerate disrespect, and frankly, this is humiliating.

Ordinarily, I would kill a person for causing me so much trouble but unfortunately, I need you alive.

However, I am not going to fucking let this slip, Blanca. I will not be shown up by a woman..."

He then suddenly ground to a halt and pulled my ear to his mouth.

"So as your husband, I see it as my duty to show you the consequences of pulling stunts like this and

ensure that you get in line. I can assure you that you will think twice next time," he whispered sinisterly

before continuing to drag me.

I couldn't actually think of anything he could do that he hadn't already done so I just let him drag me

expecting him to lead me into the office back to Luciano. But he didn't. He dragged me past and

through the door that leads to the basement.

He flicked on the light to reveal to figures. Chico, who I had been wondering the location of, was one.

He was sat on a hard stool watching intently another figure that was sat tied to a chair with a sack over

his head. I recognised the second's scent but I couldn't remember what from. It had been so long since

I left this house and my nose was not in tune.

"Now, I believe you know this man," Andrea said forcing me into the cold basement. "Chico, remove the

hood."

Chico stood up and briefly made eye contact with me before pulling the sack off the man's head. He

squinted at the brightness of the light and his face was sad and drained but I could still recognise his

kind eyes and gentle features. Alessio.

His eyes looked me up and down. At the bruise on my cheek, the cut above my eye, the tears rolling

down my cheeks.

"He is just one of many Stella soldiers in our captivity all of which are of no use to us. I don't like to

compliment him but your Alpha trains them well, they don't give up a single word... not even the most

gruesome of torture," Andrea said gripping my arm. "So in other words, they are very disposable and

ideal for teaching disobedient little bitches a lesson."

"Andrea no," I protested looking at the solider with a pained expression as I tried to hold back the tears.

"Don't do this."

"See, Blanca. You should have thought about this before you decided to anger me again. Beating you

doesn't seem to do the trick anymore so you leave me very little choice."

The soldier looked back at me with eyes that remained sympathetic to me despite his own situation. I

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"I'll do anything, please," I begged.

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't," Andrea ordered as Chico removed a knife from his pocket.

"He has a mate and young children," I said quickly. "A little boy born only a month or so ago."

Alessio smiled meekly at me and gave me a silent reassuring nod as if to say it was okay. As if to say

that he was happy to have done his duty.

Andrea stifled a laugh.

"Not good enough, Babes," he said as Chico brought the knife to Alessio's throat.

"No!" I screeched, lurching forward only to be caught by Andrea's huge hands that brought me back to

his side as he laughed like he was deriving some kind of sadistic pleasure from this.

"Luna, please turn away," Alessio said in a hoarse but courageous voice.

"I am so so sorry," I sobbed before Andrea nodded and I watched as blood poured from his throat.

I let out a howl of pain as I pressed my head into Andrea's side, the image still flashing across my

hand.

"Look at the consequences of your actions, Blanca," Andrea said coldly as he seized my hair and lifted

my head to look at Alessio's body. "A young, healthy life wasted because you didn't feel like

cooperating today. Don't think that I will not do this again and again until you learn because I will. Do

you understand me?"

I nodded as my eyes brimmed with water.

"So now you have a choice. You either come with me easily to the office where you will apologise to

Luciano...or I kill another."

I looked up hoping to see even a glint of remorse but there was nothing. Just hard, cold, emotionless

eyes.

"I'll come," I said quietly.

"Good decision," he replied throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the basement. I tried

not to watch Chico drag Alessio's body across the floor and I tried not to heed the puddle of pooling

blood but it was hard to avoid.

He was dead because of me. His mate alone. His children fatherless. All because of me.

I was soon back in the office in front of Luciano who grinned at my state. I could hardly stop my tears

long enough to speak but I managed to choke out a sorry.

"Apology accepted," he said wiping my cheek with his thumb. "Perhaps we can put our history behind

us."

I looked up at him and saw that his face was even more insincere than expected. He smirked down at

me and raised an eyebrow, "So?"

I glanced over to Andrea who was stood with his arms folded with a pissed off expression still on his

face before I nodded slowly.

"Brilliant," Luciano chirped. "Give me a hug, cuz."

His face looked so much like my other cousin Max's. The features were the same, his hair, the colour of

his eyes. Even his height and body. But his temperament was dark and as he wrapped his arms around

me, instead of comfort, I felt trapped.

He rested his head in the crook of my neck and took in my scent before kissing my cheek and finally

letting me go.

"Good girl," Andrea said with an approving nod. "Now go upstairs whilst I discuss the finer details of our

partnership with your cousin. I will be up in the evening."

Relieved to get away from Luciano, I headed towards the door immediately. I felt Luciano's glare on me

until I was out of sight and only then did I allow myself to crumble.

I ran upstairs, tears streaming again until I got to the bedroom where I slid down the wall into a crying

heap on the floor.

Life had once again thrown more hell at me, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. Alessio was

dead, Luciano was back in my life and Leo was in danger. What could possibly be next?

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. It was quiet and gentle but I quickly wiped my tears

a few seconds before Chico appeared.

"I shouldn't be here," he said. "But I wanted to check on you."

"I'm fine," I replied unable to look him in the eye. "Just leave me alone."

I couldn't blame him for Alessio's death. He was as much trapped in the situation as I was and if he had

resisted Andrea's orders, they both probably would have ended up dead.

"Everything is worse alone," he said.

I tilted my head back and screwed up my eyes as another wave of tears came my way. Without

hesitation, Chico slipped next to me and put a gentle hand on my knee.

I looked at him for a moment, taken aback by his action before I couldn't keep the tears away any

longer and rested my head on his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and simply did what he does best and sat quietly with me. It

provided comfort. Comfort in a primitive form but comfort all the same and I was grateful for at least any

attempt.

It was more than what anyone else was doing.