Alpha Loren

An hour later, I found myself piled in the back of a truck with six or seven of Andrea's men and the light in my life, Luciano. Andrea still roamed the drive, going from truck to chuck and giving orders whilst we just sat patiently. I still had no idea what exactly we were waiting for or why I was involved but I suppose it was an entertaining break from day after day of existing solely in that house which was beginning to drive me insane.

Luciano sat next to me, far too close to comfort. Space was not abundant but there was no need for such extreme proximity.

"Are you a half-wit?" Luciano hissed in my ear.

I was well accustomed to insults from Luciano but this one seemed to come from nowhere.

"Why the fuck didn't you shoot him?" he added in a low growl.

I looked up at him and frowned, "Who's side are you really on?"

"Just answer the fucking question," he snapped.

I looked down at my hands, "I couldn't. I don't know why."

"I didn't know you were capable of such weakness," he scoffed. "He's properly got you wrapped around his little finger."

Of course, I didn't reply to this remark. He was right and I hated it.

"What's he doing differently? Why were you never afraid of Leo or Max or me?" he questioned.

"Leo would never hurt me and yours and Max's powers were limited with him around. Yours still is with Andrea. I can sense that he has authority," I replied.

A realisation then hit me.

"...Which is why you wanted me to kill him...you want him dead in the same way you want Leo dead. Otherwise, you've just gone from living under the rule of one Alpha to another," I said.

his

the second cousin

for power, surely?"

holding

the King of South America," I

to let them kill each other," he replied. "Don't worry, cuz.

few seconds later, Andrea climbed

bonding, huh?" he asked. "Cute."

ruffling my hair, he sat on the other side of

of

please tell me where we're

he

let out a frustrated sigh.

It's fucking annoying,"

quietly. The road was bumpy and I was squished between the broad shoulders of Luciano and Andrea. Venezuela's weather was also excruciatingly hot and in

point, Andrea thrust me a bottle of water. He had already drunk half of it and the water was warm and thick but it somehow still refreshed

on. I glanced around at the other men in the truck. Their faces were stern and serious but with an underlying tension that paired with the silence, left an uncomfortable apprehension.

said. "Ahora!"

all gathered their guns and filed out of

ya later, cuz," Luciano said as he

said taking

had pulled me into the thick vegetation and the trucks,

jungle before he pulled me down to a crouch, facing out into a clearing, where the trucks

no matter what, got it?" he said pulling

gun?" I asked looking around at all his men that had slipped into the cover of the jungle, only visible if you knew what to search for, who