Alpha Enzo by Ls Barbosa

Enzo:

I sat, lost in thoughts before hearing the veranda door open as Alaria walked out to me.

She didn’t say a word, and I didn’t turn to face her. However, I was surprised when she wrapped a blanket around my shoulders before she took a step back. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“It’s a cold night. Alpha or not, you are still going to be affected.” She said, taking a step back. I looked down at my lap, and sighed.

“You have always been better to me than anyone else. Though I never understood why. It is something that I can never deny.” I said, looking at her over my shoulder. “You didn’t need to bring the blanket, nor did you need to be worried about me.”

“I wasn’t, but you are still allowing Ashton and I in your home. You may be his father, but he is not your responsibility. I never forced you to take care of him, I mean, at an early age, I cannot expect you to do so now.” She said, and I turned to look at her. I stood and shook my head in question.

“He is my son, and I would rather not have him sleeping in a stranger’s home, despite the woman being your friend,” I said, and she nodded.

“Understandable, and to be respected. You are engaging in his life and…”

“Stop playing this act, Alaria. Don’t you get tired of trying to stay out of trouble?”

“Do not mistake me for another woman, Enzo. I am not here to argue with you, nor do you have to take your anger out on me. I am the one woman that you are going to meet that is not going to use you for

what you have, and I know that this is something that you don’t like. It is something that is making you wonder, why.” She said, and I scoffed.

“I do not wonder why. I know that each one of you has their own motive.” I said, and she smiled, a smile that was sarcastic for my eyes to see.

“If I had my motives, you would have seen me living the lavish life that any young woman would have with your five million. I didn’t even look at them, not even when I could have said that it is his son’s money. I could have spent it on him, but I didn’t want anything from

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and I still do not.” She said, looking me in the eye. “And if me dealing with you in a civilized way, not taking advantage of you, and speaking to you with manners of respect has you thinking that I am weak or foolish, then I would suggest that you look again.”

“I raised our son, on my own, for years. I never even asked my brother for help. I had Damon swarming around my feet, waiting for me to say yes to working with him. I didn’t bother, despite him believing that I would be more than open for revenge. Another woman would have, many might be more than willing to see you falling to your knees. I am the one person who did not.” She said, and I chuckled.

“Then go on ahead and join them,” I said, and she raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know whether to feel sorry for the way things are going or to judge you. Either way, I will not treat you as others have.” She said, making my eyes darken as my wolf made himself known. However, my wolf calmed himself down when he saw that it was her. The one person who he never

thought of attacking, no matter the number of times that we argued. “You are angry at yourself, I understand that, and you are frustrated, I respect that. No one deserves to live through what you are going through, but you do not have to look at me as if it was my fault, because it is not.”

“Yes, you are the angel sent from above, and I the demon.” I said, and she shook her head.

“It is how you want to see it. But you are neither the demon, nor an I an angel. I am kind, but it does not mean that I do not know how to slit one’s throat if I have to. You are impulsive, and you act without thought.” She said, making me growl. “It was always like that, even when we were married, but then again, you rarely ever took responsibility of anything. It was me who was doing so, and you benefited in your own way. You got your peace of mind and I showed you off as the Alpha and boss who you enjoyed being

around.”

“You saw the difference when another woman, one who forced you to take care of things, entered your life.” She said, glaring back at me.

“Enough.”

“Why? You can’t take the truth? You are the one mistaken here. You took so many chances which were against you. You left what you called as your own peace to find yourself stuck in this tornado. Why is it painful for you to see the damn truth of things?” She asked,

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angering me more than I already was.

“If your aim is to throw salt on the wound…”

“My point is to show you that you have been taken for a fool. One who I know you not to be.” She said, stopping me. “You are no fool, Alpha Enzo, wake up from this bullshit act that you are in.”

“THE WOMAN THAT I AM MARRIED TO BURNED MY PACK HOUSE AND LOCKED MY SON INSIDE!” I said, stopping her, bursting out as my anger got the best of me. Thankfully, the walls were soundproof and I hoped that Ashton wouldn’t hear us. “Do you want me to be seen for a fucking fool? Then fucking be it. I am going to be seen for a fool because no man with two fucking working brain cells would think that a mother would lock her son inside his bedroom before burning it to accuse another woman out of jealousy! If this is a woman’s thing, then you can voice it out loud. But no one with LOGIC would have though that to be possible.”

“And yet you chose to believe that I was the one who burned the house down instead? You found that as more logical…” I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me before connecting my lips with hers as I stopped her. Alaria didn’t kiss me back for a moment, but I deepened the kiss before pinning her against the glass door behind her, moving from her lips to her neck as I found my anger getting the best of me. I sucked on her sweet spot only to force myself to stop when a low moan escaped her lips.

I punched the glass behind her, heaving in deep breaths as I tried to calm myself down as I rested my forehead against hers. Both our chests rose and fell with each breath that we

took and I cleared my throat.

“I said it once, but if you want to hear it again, so be it.” I whispered. “If I believed, deep down, that you did it, your head would have been the cost of it then and there.”

I walked toward the door, opening it. “I am going to the hospital. The house keys are on the coffee table, you can stay here for as long as you want…”