Alpha Loren

"Let's skip the whole 'who are you? What are you doing here thing?'. Been there done that. All you need to know is I am looking for the Chiaramonti Hereditarium and this is my occasionally useful sidekick," I said kicking open the door that the guard had directed us to after Max had been almost strangling him to death for five minutes straight. 

What can I say? We get shit done.

"Now which one of you is a decedent of Hecate Chiaramonti? Your guard told us he would be here." 

At the window of the room were three, dark-haired, muscular men. Within moments two had exited the office through a side door leaving the tallest leant casually against the wall.

"Looks like we found our guy," Max said clapping his hands together once.

"Where is the Chiaramonti Hereditarium?" I demanded.

"Italian isn't your mother tongue is it?" the mystery man before me said. "But you speak it very well. Almost fluent in fact," he added slowly walked closer. His eyes were black and devious and on his chin was a neat stubble shaved to the millimetre of perfection.

"I don't see how this is relevant," I responded. "Now answer the question."

dear?" He asked

I responded sharply.

Five?... Six? " He questioned emphasising his final word as if he already

lips cracked into a sentiment smirk. He then slowly walked over to me and gently brushed my hair away from my

don't need to tell me who you are Ella Loren. I already know. I also know your Alpha- very well in fact," he said deeply before taking his hand off me. "Did you know that I am

and I will leave without any trouble," I said beginning to lose my patience

fly," he sneered looking me up and down. I

on the black, leather swivel chair

will be paralysed for twelve hours," I hissed holding the Praesidium Deae Astra under his throat. "By the time you are able to breathe a

know what you're getting yourself into, little girl," he said the same smirk on his face. "Mess

add the Italian Mafia to the long list of people I'm already running from? There is no one in this world that is more 'done for' than me," I replied referring to all the Italian packs and rogues my cousin and I had disturbed in the last three months on top of Leo and my entire pack that are all currently hunting us down. "So tell us the information we

like a bitch,"

glint of fear crossed the man's