Leonardo Loren was the most powerful man in the world. He was the Alpha of a colossal Italian-American pack, he was wealthy and he could have anything and anyone he liked. That was until he met Ella. Fiercely independent, strong-willed and hugely unafraid. She was unique. And she was everything he hated. Their personalities clash and their relationship is left as a multitudinous sea of turbulent resentment and hostility. But can their undeniable love rise above?
Chapter 1 Cameron
A few weeks ago...
The music of the party sounded throughout the house and the smell of sticky teenagers was rife in the air. It was the vision of misguided youth with far too much alcohol, drugs, drunken make outs and a whole lot of annoying the neighbours.
Not exactly my scene but I was here with my boyfriend who as an established member of the football team, was well involved with this crowd.
Our clammy hands were held tightly together as we tried to wind our way through the crowd to our eventual destination: the drinks table.
I laughed as he attempted to remove the cap of his beer off with his teeth with no success before resorting to the bottle opener that lay in a pool of warm beer on the table.
After pouring myself a drink too and clutching it close to my chest, we began weaving back through towards the door in the hope of finding a little bit of fresh air without the odour of vomit and sweaty bodies.
Just as the door came into sight and I felt it's refreshing breeze, I bumped into a hard chest causing my drink to go down my front. I looked up to see a familiar face. It was Jake, a tall, muscular and admittedly quite hot senior. He was one of my brother's friends and I had met him at my house one time.
"I'm so sorry Jake, that was my fault," I said grabbing some paper towels from someone elses previous spillage and frantically trying to dry his shirt.
"Ella, don't worry," he said placing his hand on top of my and taking the paper towels. "What is it anyway? Lemonade?"
"Yeah..." I said with a blush.
"You don't drink?"
"Don't worry I'm not a total loser. I did have a beer earlier," I replied smiling.
He laughed before smiling back to me.
"Hey, listen. Do you wanna dance?" he asked with a slight blush to his cheek as I felt his hand reach for my waist.
"Um I'm actually here with Cam-" I began suddenly looking to the floor with widened eyes.
"No she doesn't want to dance because as you well know, she is my girlfriend," Cameron said coming up behind me and placing his hand on my waist.
"Oh sorry, bro. I forgot that you two were still a thing," he apologised looking at Cam who was stood a little in front of me. "I'm not normally involved in juniors."
"It's okay," I said taking Cameron's hand.
"Yet here you are getting handsy with my girlfriend. You've had your eye on her for a while," Cameron replied spitefully.
“Dude, chill," Jake said.
"Cam, it was a mistake," I said tugging on his jacket.
"Look I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to upset you-" Jake began but before he could finish Cameron had flown straight into him. I gasped as they both hit into the floor before I began pointlessly screaming at Cameron.
He only managed to get a few punches at Jakes's jaw before he was prised away mainly by my brother, Connor. Some other guys then helped before helping the bleeding Jake up as I desperately tried to calm Cameron down.
"Calm down," I said dragging him upstairs and away from Jake. "What the fuck has gotten into you? One second we're having a good time, the next your beating someone up?! You need to snap out of it."
I bundled us into a random room upstairs and slammed the door a little too hard in my fury before turning round to face him with my arms folded across my chest.
"I'm sorry Elle but it made me so angry. I've seen him check you out before and I just knew he was gonna make a move if he ever got the chance," Cam grumbled.
I sat down beside him and turned his face to look at me.
"Ignore him," I said. "I am your girlfriend and I have no interest in doing so much as giving him my number."
He nodded, "I know."
"And you know that I can defend myself? I don't need you to punch people for me," I added.
He nodded again, "Surprised he even dared to try you," he said with a laugh before lifting the bottle of beer that he remarkable still had.
"I think maybe you have had a little too much to drink already," I said taking it off him. "How about we go back downstairs so you can apologise for giving him at least one black eye.."
"In a minute," he almost whispered as he pulled me onto his lap. "I gotta show my girl some love first," he slurred very drunkenly before thrusting his lips into mine.
I kissed him back for a few moments before pulling away.
"Come on," I said laughing at how incredibly drunk he was. "Let's go."
"No, no. Not yet," he said wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer before kissing me again.
"Okay, that's enough, Cam. Now let's go back downstairs," I suggested pulling his hand out from under my top.
"It's fine I'm sure Karen (the host) won't mind us using her bedroom for a bit," He said kissing my neck.
"I am pretty sure she will!" I laughed as I gave him a little half playful half serious shove. I was inadvertently telling him to get off but he just continued to kiss my neck.
"No, Cam not here, not now," I stated with my what I thought was a stern tone.
"Oh come on, babe. Loosen up a bit. It's time, we've been together so long..." he slurred again the smell of alcohol pungent in his breath.
"No," I said sternly, but he didn't stop. "Cameron get the fuck off me," I growled giving him his final gentle shove. He just groaned and carried on.
"You need to show me that you love me, babe," He said getting frustrated.
"I said no!" I hissed losing my patience pushing him forcefully off me. He stumbled across slightly taken aback by my sudden lapse of strength. He didn't know my secret, of course, not many people did.
"How much longer do you want me to wait!?" He asked.
The truth is: I knew at some point I would find my mate and there was no way I could stay with Cameron forever because no matter how much I loved him, mate love was different and undeniable. I had to save myself for my mate- whoever and whenever that might be.
"If you really loved me, then you would fucking respect my decision and not try to pressurise me into it!" I argued back.
"You're just being unreasonable! Every other couple do it all the time!"
"Well, I really don't think this is going to work then," I said quietly sitting on the bed and looking up at him.
He looked down at the corner of his lip twitched a little. I was hoping that he'd sit down beside me and say that he was sorry and wrong and that he'd never do it again.
Instead, he silently held eye contact with me for a few moments before his face hardened.
"Fine," He said coldly. "At least now I can go and have sex for the first time in 5 months now!"
"You go and find some slut like Witney then!" I shouted storming out of the room.
"Ella! What's wrong?" Connor shouted as I raced down the stairs crying and instantly into his arms.
"Can we go home?" I sobbed into Connor's shoulder,
"Sure," he answered.
And that was how I broke up with my boyfriend. A great and beneficial experience if you asked me. Loved every second!