Chapter 40 Unexpected Events #2
“Yes,” Alejandro responded with a nod as he took out a packet of cigarettes and, placing one between his lips, flicked his lighter on.
My heart thudded as I watched him. His eyes flicked to mine and my core knotted. Goddess, why did he have to look so handsome doing something so bad like smoking? I pouted slightly and he smirked, looking back at the other alpha as he took a drag on his cigarette.
“I’m all fucking ears,” Alejandro said, leaning back on the sofa.
“Then let me tell you. I don’t know too much, but what DeAngelo Rossi did was a heinous crime that none have forgotten. His barbaric ways shaped the future of the packs of Italy.”
Alejandro
Kiara frowned as she listened to him. Matteo was straight to the point, and it was clear he didn’t have any hidden agenda. Well, so far, he hadn’t displayed anything strange, but I’d withhold judgement until the end of the meeting.
“DeAngelo Rossi was the most powerful alpha around, and he proclaimed himself a king of alphas, a title he took by his own means, forcing the other packs to bend to him or they would be slain. At first, many packs refused to obey, and he followed up on his threat.” Matteo frowned slightly, shaking his head.
“But that was not enough. He began to interfere in other packs’ internal affairs and take women of choice for his entertainment.
Many women were stolen away and never seen again. ”
“He had five women over the course of time, correct?” I asked sharply. Matteo shrugged.
“He took many women, but only a few of those who he took were recorded or given any importance. Those are the ones you are most likely referring to. The fear of our women being taken, tortured, and abused the way he did, made each pack isolate themselves from other packs, not wanting anyone to see their women. Other alphas began copying the path DeAngelo had set, seeing it as a display of power.”
“That’s fucked up. The fourth woman that he took as his chosen mate, she was from a prestigious pack, correct?” I asked.
“Yes, I don’t know the name. It’s a pack that was completely wiped out.
In fact, everyone thought the Lupo Nero Pack was completely annihilated in that clash as well.
If you yourself hadn’t told us about the link, I would never have made the connection.
In fact, when I mentioned it to someone who I thought may know of this matter, it turned out you were correct.
Alfonso Rossi made the wise choice to leave, or he would have been killed by the many enemies that his father had created.
” Matteo motioned to the snacks as he poured three glasses of wine.
Kiara leaned over, taking one, despite the fact that I had told her not to.
Although I knew she could sense a person’s intentions, I still didn’t take anything.
“Yeah, so you don’t know anything about the pack that went to war with the Lupo Nero Pack, but do you know about the link they had to a pack from abroad?” Matteo shook his head.
“No, but I do know someone who has more information, the one I mentioned earlier. I wouldn’t have wasted your time to call you all the way here.
However, to protect them, I couldn’t mention them over the phone.
I hope you understand.” Well, what do we have here, a fucker I actually don’t fucking mind.
“I appreciate that. Is there anything you want in return?” I asked. He smiled slightly, and it was the first time he had.
“I would only hope that the Lycan King considers the Zanna Di Diamante Mortale Pack as its ally.”
“Consider it done, especially if you have the information of someone who knows more.”
“I do, and as asked, I have written the address-” I gave a curt nod, not wanting Kiara to think anything of it.
“That’s great. We should head out then,” I said, standing up swiftly. He looked surprised but said nothing and nodded as he, too, rose from his seat.
“May I ask what’s wrong with your leg?” Kiara asked, smiling warmly at him. He looked down at his leg and gave a wry grin.
“This is the battle injury I gained when I saved my little petal from a rabid wolf.” Rabid? Did he mean rogue?
“Oh, and it didn’t heal?” Kiara questioned.
“No, due to the poisoning. I can, in fact, no longer shift. The poison from his fangs made me lose my wolf. I don’t sense his emotions in my head. My mind-link and my ability to heal have all gone.” He smiled gravely. I frowned. How the fuck was that possible?
“How the fuck did that happen?”
“That is a problem we are handling. You should focus on your own troubles, Alpha King Alejandro. Come, I will show you out.”
I frowned. That sounded fucking crazy. I guess everyone had their own shit going on. He led us through the building. Despite holding his back straight with pride and arrogance, it was obvious he was in pain and no more than a human, but he was still the Alpha...
The fucker remained stubborn, leading the way to the gates.
“Thank you for gracing us with your presence,” he said politely.
“No, thank you for having us,” Kiara replied, taking the older man’s hand.
I felt her aura surge around her. His eyes widened, but Kiara didn’t let go, her purple aura becoming visible as she fuelled her power into him, a deep frown creasing her gorgeous face.
“You… you’re in a lot more pain than you are letting on,” she murmured.
Matteo smiled slightly, trying to remove his hand from Kiara’s but without a wolf to help him, he had no fucking chance. She was way fucking stronger.
“I do not want the Queen Luna to heal me. It is not why I called you here,” he replied, and I could sense the pride he had.
“I know that you are telling the truth, but it’s not something I can do, to walk away from healing someone when I know I can help them.”
Without another word, she continued to heal him, whilst the elder alpha could do nothing but watch. My attention was on Kiara; memories or not, she was a fucking queen at heart. Born to be one and fucking full of compassion for all…
That night we stopped in Verona. Our next location was not far from there.
Matteo had been beyond grateful; the image of him placing his cane aside and taking a few steps stayed in my mind.
It wasn’t his ability to walk now that he was healed that stuck, it was the look of pure happiness on my nympho’s face.
I didn’t know how I got so fucking lucky to have her as mine, but I was not fucking complaining. My fucking perfect queen…
It was morning, and we had left the hotel before the crack of dawn.
We had gotten a few hours of sleep after a round of hot sex, which I was sure several people heard because the staff that was around in the morning were unable to look at us and had red faces when we had checked out. Not that I fucking cared.
Kiara was dressed in a white halter top which just about covered half her tits, leaving her stomach and the middle of her breasts uncovered, showing off her underboob chandelier tattoo and her entire back.
I was going to fucking enjoy the view all fucking day.
She had paired it with cropped khaki cargo pants and a pair of block heels.
Her hair was up in a messy, stylish bun.
Our designated driver had been waiting outside by the sleek black car, and we were on our way to see a man by the name of Antonino Venturi.
Kiara hadn’t asked me for any details, and I was relieved.
I didn’t want to hide anything from her, but if the Djinn still had some sort of hold over her, I couldn’t risk giving her all the details.
I hated that, knowing that I was keeping secrets, but I hoped she understood.
If worst came to worst, I would just tell her why.
She’d understand, but it would also give the Djinn a heads-up that we knew.
After a while, we finally made it to our location, and following the instructions Matteo had given me, I found the vineyard with a moderate-sized house belonging to this Venturi guy.
“Welcome, Alpha, Luna,” a young woman at the door said, clearly expecting us.
“Is Antonino Venturi here?”
“Yes, he’s waiting for you.”
I gave a curt nod as we both stepped inside. I just hoped he had some fucking answers…
Half an hour later, after pleasantries, we had gotten down to business.
It was obvious Antonino wanted a price for his knowledge, saying it could put him in danger.
I was willing to pay that price, and the fucker knew it.
After coming to an agreement of fifty thousand pounds, he was finally sitting back, ready to speak.
I had gotten half wired over to him, and he would get the other half after we got our damn information.
“Yes, it has come through,” he replied, smirking slightly.
I could rip the fucker to shreds if I fucking wanted, dickhead.
Kiara placed her hand on my thigh, and I slung my arm around her slender shoulders, casting Antonino a warning glare as his eyes roamed over Kiara.
He looked away swiftly. At least he was smart enough to know not to fucking mess with me.
“The pack in question is from Puerto Rico, run by the Escarra family, one of the oldest packs to hold the Alpha title in their family. They indeed started buying out all the shares to the Rossi businesses, selling them off at very low prices, and even framing them for illegal arms distribution. I’m not saying the Rossis were innocent, after all, they funded many illegal avenues.
Also, I know Matteo has already told you about what your ancestor DeAngelo did. ”
“Yeah, he did, and regarding illegal avenues, you’re talking about the Lupo XII Rossi, right?” I cut in. I didn’t have time to waste here.
“Ah, so you know that already.”
“A little, yeah. Carry the fuck on.”