Sold to the Alpha Dons
Sold. Betrayed. Unleashed.
Selene Vitale has spent her life as a shadow in her own home the neglected twin the unwanted daughter, the mafia princess no one respected. While her sister Livia basked in their father’s love and the promise of power, Selene endured bruises, hunger, and the whispers of servants. But when a deal with the infamous Black Crescent goes wrong, her father offers her as payment to settle his debt.
To four ruthless Dons who rule the underworld. To four monsters with a secret.
They are werewolves.
Dante, the cold and calculating Prime Alpha. Rafe, the brutal enforcer with a hair-trigger temper. Nikolai, the sadistic spy master who plays with minds. Kael, the silent warden of the underground. They expect a broken human girl to torment.
They get a storm.
As Selene fights back, she uncovers the truth: her father has been drugging her for years to suppress what she truly is a rare female Alpha, a Luna born to rule. But awakening her power comes at a price. Livia, consumed by jealousy, sells her out to a rival pack. The Dons, who once saw her as prey, now burn the city to get her back.
And when Selene finally embraces her birthright, she faces a choice destroy the Dons who owned her… or claim them as hers.
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Chapter: The deal Dante's POV: Rafe's voice is smooth as fucking silk, but the ice in his eyes? That's the real threat. "You understand what that means, don't you, Denzel?" He adjusts his suit like he's got all the time in the world. Bastard could step out of a goddamn magazine. But the way he looks at people? Like he's already decided how they'll die? That's what makes him dangerous. I told him once l'd carve up that pretty face of his-give him some character. He declined. His loss. Meanwhile, I'm painted in Denzel's blood, and Nikolai's knuckles are raw and split from rearranging our host's face. I crunch down on the guy's stolen crisps, grinning as Niko delivers another bone-crunching hit. They don't call him Mad Dog for nothing. Fast, brutal, and fucking relentless. I'd know-l've sparred with him. Good fucking times, even if I did leave with a few extra cracks in my ribs. Blinking, I drag my gaze back to Denzel. His face is a mess-swollen eye, busted lip, bruises blooming like ugly flowers. An
Last Updated: 2025-05-15
Chapter: My family my foe The heat began as a tingle beneath my skin the moment those golden eyes found me across the club. Rafe's gaze had ignited something primal, something that now pulsed through my veins like liquid fire. My fingers trembled around the serving tray, the metal suddenly scorching against my palms. "Selene?" Mira's voice cut through the haze as she pressed a chilled glass into my hand. "You're shaking." I stared at the condensation dripping down the glass, unable to explain the wildfire in my blood. "I need air." The night should have cooled me. Instead, the summer air clung to my feverish skin as I stumbled home, every brush of fabric against my oversensitive flesh sending jolts of electricity through me. By the time I reached my tiny room, my uniform clung to my damp skin, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The dream came like a storm. Strong hands pinned me in the darkness, calloused fingers tracing burning paths across my skin. Hot breath whispered against my neck "Mine" the voi
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Chapter: The dungeon The cold air of the dungeon shocked me awake. My head pounded from where the guards had slammed it against the stone wall, and my dry eyes struggled to adjust to the complete darkness surrounding me. Time had lost all meaning in this pit. I shifted on the hard ground, my body protesting with fresh waves of pain. My nose throbbed definitely broken this time. The metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth as I gingerly touched my swollen face. A quiet, broken laugh escaped my chapped lips. Here I was, worrying about making my shift at the club when I could barely stand. That paycheck was all that stood between me and starvation, but right now, survival meant enduring whatever punishment Father deemed necessary. The screech of rusted hinges shattered the silence. Blinding torchlight flooded the cell, forcing me to shield my eyes. "Still breathing, I see." Father's voice sent ice through my veins. Before I could react, his boot connected with my ribs. White-hot pain exploded throug
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Chapter: The boy I loved I had loved Antonio Moretti since I was six years old. It started with a lemon ice. We were at some mafia garden party Father’s associates laughing over cigars, Livia twirling in a lace dress, and me, hiding behind the hedges like a feral cat. Antonio, barely eight but already princely in his little suit, had broken away from the adults. He’d found me crouched in the dirt, knees scraped from where Livia had pushed me earlier. “You look sad,” he’d said. Then, without another word, he’d shoved his half eaten lemon ice into my hands and run off. It was the first kindness I’d ever tasted. Ten years later, I was still starving for it. The day Antonio came back, I was scrubbing blood from my fingernails when I heard Father’s voice through the study door. “Moretti’s arriving at seven. Keep Livia ready. And for God’s sake, hide Selene.” My heart lurched. Antonio. I didn’t care about the hide Selene part. I was already running to the servants’ quarters, to the one thing I owned that wa
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Chapter: Bloody vase A vase shattered against the wall behind me, missing my head by an inch. Shards of crystal rained down, slicing my bare arms as I flinched. A razor sharp shard grazed my cheekbone, warm blood trickling down like tears I refused to shed. I didn’t scream. I never screamed anymore. Breathe. Just breathe. “Useless,” Father spat, his voice dripping with venom. “Can’t even stand where I tell you to without trembling.” My father’s laced snarl curled through the air. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, girl.” I forced my chin up, my pulse hammering against the bruises already darkening my throat from last night’s lesson. Across the room, Livia my perfect twin lounged on the velvet chaise, her manicured fingers plucking grapes from a silver tray. She smirked as a servant fed her another, her golden hair cascading in flawless waves. We were born minutes apart, but we might as well have been different species. Her hair cascaded in perfect champagne waves; mine hung in a frayed braid, hack
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