Chapter 5 A werewolf

Elena's gaze shifted from the moon to Alessandro, her eyes searching for any indication of what he was about to reveal. "Yes," she softly said, "I believe in the supernatural. I've seen too much in my life to dismiss it as fiction. But why are you asking?"

Alessandro took a long breath, his gaze unwavering. "Elena, the Moretti family, like many powerful families, harbors deep secrets tied to the supernatural. This home, our heritage, is entwined with those secrets. The dark shadow you saw earlier is one of them."

Elena looked at him, her voice firm. "I know," she said. "I felt its malevolence, and it doesn't belong to your bloodline."

"How did you know?" he asked, surprised.

"From the moment I arrived, those boys were everywhere, and the scent-stronger than any dog I've known."

She spoke plainly, and he watched her, taken aback.

"I know you're a wolf, Alessandro. A werewolf. And I know you're not here to harm me. How else could I have lived with Marco for so long without knowing?"

"Oh, I'm not naive. He's, my husband. I know how you all smell."

This time, she stared him directly in the eyes, demanding more. "What else is there to say, Alessandro?"

Her unflinching look worried him for the first time. He shifted slightly, allowing the moonlight to cast an eerie glow on her face. Slowly, he removed his shirt and shoes, leaving his pants on. Then, in obvious discomfort, he began tearing his flesh. She watched in startled stillness as a new visage appeared-a large white wolf with its human shape still evident.

He stood before her, a rare and majestic white wolf, his pants torn to the knees, leaving him in what appeared to be combat gear. Alessandro let out a bone-chilling howl, which echoed throughout the room. Black wolves emerged from every dark corner, smaller, his devoted omegas. They all bowed sharply before her.

She turned to face him, and in that instant, she saw her future. She was certain she would be his, and he would be hers. The wolves disappeared into the darkness, and she laughed, a sound that echoed throughout the night.

From behind her, she heard Alessandro say, "Why are you laughing?"

"I've seen naked boys and men before," she replied.

He was almost naked, holding his now oversized pants. His muscles were bold and alluring. In her eyes, he was a beautiful man, and this time, she felt his gaze, knowing he was drawn to her. They were close, almost kissing, when Carlos interrupted.

Carlos clapped his hands, barely human, his feet still wolf-like as he spoke. "I hope it went well, my lady. Did you enjoy the show?"

"Go away, Carlos," Alessandro said, trying to savor the moment.

"I told you she was your better half. Others would have run, but she stood there, like a little flower in a garden of wolves."

Carlos began transforming, but his clothes remained intact.

"Why did you fully transform, Carlos?" she asked.

"Well, I have an injury. Shot with a silver bullet. I can't go beyond what you see now, my lady."

"Where was the bullet?" Elena asked.

"Um, my ass and..."

"I'll look at it tomorrow," she said, taking her seat.

"Really?" Carlos began but didn't finish.

"I'm a healer," she said. This startled both Alessandro and Carlos. "Sit," she commanded Alessandro, and Carlos took his leave, shouting in happiness.

"What did you just say?" Alessandro asked, not certain.

"Will you sit now?" she pointed to the chair behind him. "You were spilling secrets before all the charade here."

"What's next?" she asked again.

"Well, what else is there to know about? You know everything now," he answered.

"You said you investigated me before meeting me."

She looked at him now. "Well, I needed a wife, and we were looking for strong females."

"And your name came up," he said now.

"What's my name? I'm even anything."

She sounded surprised.

"Well, Elena, there are other ways to know these things," he said, looking at her while still holding his now oversized pants.

"Oh, I see. You mean a witch? What would a witch have to say about me?"

"Well, many things," he answered.

"Alessandro, just tell me to my face right now, why me?"

He looked at her, seeing she wanted an answer. He was a bit scared, but he said it.

"I love you," he responded, feeling shy.

"Since when?" she asked, now feeling guilty.

"I saw you first in the city gardens, looking beautiful and glamorous. I inquired about how you found your husband. Then I knew you were too good for him."

"Wait a minute," she stopped him. "It was you, right? You found out he was cheating and sent me those pictures?"

"Yes, I was the one," he answered with a frown.

She smiled, stood up, walked up to him, and gave him their first kiss.

That kiss sparked a realm of fire inside the wolf-man, and he grabbed her as lust took over both of them, bringing out their inner desires.

He kissed her, and they made love on the sofa. She sat on him, and with a sharp finger, he tore her panties. She sat on the pillar of a great wolf, and he ran his nose through her bosom as if they smelled of scented, alluring flowers.

He grabbed one of the cherries she had and sucked on it like he was dying there. This took her to a place she had never imagined before.

They spent the night there, as the shadow she once ran from watched from the glass outside, filled with rage. The shadow disappeared.

In the morning, every boy or girl who saw her walk the alley gave her a gentle bow. She had earned it, showing no fear first.

Her bravery spread like a wide fire across the north. In silence, though, people wanted to see this courageous lady who showed no fear among the wolves.

By morning, she had a room prepared for surgery. She got herbs from the garden and prepared them, giving the omegas to others. When it was time, she asked for restraining chains.

This made Alessandro interested in her treatment methods.

"The chains with very strong iron anchors are strong enough to hold a wolf."

Carlos came in and was surprised at the moment he wanted to change his mind. But the omegas caught him and bound him to the chain. He changed but was still very much a man.

She gently cut his clothes off and saw his ass. She caught it open.

Carlos shouted at Alessandro. "Tell her to stop, or I'm going to kill her! This hurts! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!"

"Sorry, bro, just let her finish. I can't wait to have you back," Alessandro said.

She cut him open and found the silver bullet. Belief to have been shot by a rival family during a war.

She gently pulled it out and dropped it on a plate, stitched him, and gave him a sedative.

Alessandro looked at her. "Thank you so much." She smiled and said, "Thank you for last night."

He let go of a bright smile.

"You were on fire, too, standing there and making all those wolves scared."

"Did I?" she asked.

"Yes, you did," he replied. "Fear is one means to control the natural world. And when you don't have it, you are now a much greater threat."

As they walked, other people who lived around the mansion came to her for healing help.

She was not just a healer but a great one. It worked for everyone. Alessandro could not have been more proud.

One of the omegas came with news.

"My lord, a messenger from Lord Salvatore has come to the gate."

Alessandro looked at her as the omega gave him the news.

"Bring him in."

"Have I done something to anger the other families?" she asked innocently.

"No, you haven't. You have brought them joy."

They walked to the main hall in the mansion. A tall, slim, handsome young man stood there with a symbol of W on his chest.

He saw them, took a bow, and spoke.

"Lord Alberto Salvatore requests the presence of Lady Moretti in his castle. He heard she is a healer, to try to save Joseph Salvatore, his only and beloved son."

Alessandro took the message from him and asked him to return. They would be there by evening, and he left.

"What's that about? It was only last night I told you I was a healer. And how did another know?"

"There are many ears to the wall here, Elena, especially the omegas. You must watch what you say from now on, okay?"

"Alright," she replied, hoping all would be fine.

To be continued...