Marked By My Captive Alpha
“You breathe when I say you breathe. You look at me when I command it. You belong to me, Little Bird… body, soul, and every filthy thought in between.”
Aria was born to be forgotten—an Omega with no name, no family, and no future. Beaten, broken, and sold by her pack to a slave auction, she swore she’d never submit again.
Until he walked in.
Damien Voss, the infamous Mafia Alpha whose name makes even kings tremble, bought her at a ridiculously high price—without blinking. To the world, he’s the devil in a designer suit. To Aria, he’s the monster who caged her, marked her… and awakened something inside her she can’t control.
She hates him.
She craves him.
And the worst part? Her wolf wants him too.
But when another Mafia boss whispers promises of freedom in her ear, Aria finds herself standing between two devils — one who wants to own her, and one who wants to use her.
Her heart beats for the man she swore to destroy, and her body betrays her every time he whispers her name.
“You can run, Little Bird,” Damien murmured, his hand closing around her throat, possessive and tender all at once.
“But I’ll find you. And when I do, you’ll beg me to chain you again.”
In a world ruled by blood, power, and secrets, love is the most dangerous sin.
And Aria is about to find out that the devil doesn’t just want her submission—
He wants her soul.
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Chapter: 45. Brutal trainingAria's POVDays went by.Damien trained me like I was preparing for war.He pushed harder than he did with any of his warriors. Harder than I thought was possible.Every morning, before the sun fully rose, he dragged me out of bed and onto the training grounds. Every night, I collapsed back into it bruised, exhausted, and furious.But stronger."Block!" he barked, coming at me with a strike that would've broken ribs if it landed.I twisted out of the way just in time, feeling the air whoosh past my side."Stop dodging and counter," he snapped."I'm trying!""Try harder."I snarled and lunged at him, aiming a punch at his jaw. He blocked it easily, grabbed my wrist, and twisted. Pain shot up my arm, and I dropped to one knee with a hiss."Predictable," he said coldly. "You telegraph every move."I yanked my wrist free and shoved him hard in the chest. He didn't budge."Maybe if you actually taught me instead of just beating the hell out of me, I'd get better," I snapped.His eyes flash
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
Chapter: 44. Back to trainingAria's POVI woke before the sun.My body ached a little, my throat was raw from crying, and my chest still felt like it had been split open and left to bleed. But underneath all of that was something else.Anger.I was done. Done letting other people decide what happened to me. Done being some fragile thing everyone else had to protect or use or break.I sat up carefully, trying not to wake Damien. He was sprawled on his back beside me, one arm thrown over his head, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths.But I wasn't crying anymore.I slipped out of bed and grabbed a pair of leggings and a sports bra from the dresser. My hands shook a little as I tied my hair back, but I forced them steady.By the time Damien stirred, I was already lacing up my sneakers."What are you doing?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep."Getting ready," I said without looking at him."For what?"I turned and met his gaze head-on. "Training."He sat up slowly, frowning. "You're still recovering.""I
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
Chapter: 43. She was lied toDamien's POV The drive to Regan's pack felt longer than it should have.I sat in the back of the SUV, watching the road with rage burning in me. That's all I've been feeling lately. Rage. And I couldn't fucking help it. My mind ran through every method I'd use to extract information from that bastard.Aria had wanted to come.I'd told her no.She'd argued, said it was her right, but I shut it down before she could finish. The plan as to leave after she'd fallen asleep, but turns out she's been watching my every move, out of nothing but curiosity. She really wanted to know everything. I guess my promise wasn't exactly enough.Blake sat in the passenger seat, silent. My other men followed in two SUVs behind us, armed and ready. We weren't here for diplomacy. We were here for answers, and I'd get them no matter what it cost.When we pulled up to Regan's pack house, the wolves guarding the entrance stiffened.They recognized me.Good.I stepped out of the car, and the air shifted immedi
Last Updated: 2025-11-24
Chapter: 42. Nothing, AphaDamien's POV Three of my men walked into my office—Vin, Toby, and Blake. I'd sent them out weeks ago to dig into Aria's past, scrape up anything that might explain the spell, the nightmares, the fragments of memories bleeding through her sleep.They looked like they'd been through hell, but what was begining to annoy me was the fact that their hands were empty.I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled. "Well?"Marcus cleared his throat. "Nothing, Alpha."My jaw ticked. "Nothing.""We searched every registry. Every old pack archive. Every abandoned territory in the region." Blake stepped forward, expression grim. "There's no record of her. No birth certificate. No pack transfer logs. It's like she appeared out of thin air.""Impossible.""We know," Toby muttered. "But it's like she didn't exist before she showed up at that shithole pack."I pushed to my feet slowly, feeling the beast inside me coil tighter. "You're telling me that a werewolf just appears out of thin air? No fucking
Last Updated: 2025-11-22
Chapter: 41. PamperedAria's POV I woke up, wrapped around Damien like a vine. It's been so for days. My face pressed against his chest, his heavy arm across my waist. I should have pulled away if I didn't love it so much as I always pretended not to, but I didn't. Because despite everything, he'd become someone I could, I dare say, trust, and someone I feel safe with. Despite his arrogance and being a control freak and dominant, he'd held me through the worst nights I've had in weeks.I hated how much it mattered and how much I've come to cling to him. Since when did I become so clingy? "You awake?" His voice rumbled through his chest." Maybe."I tilted my head back to glare at him. Well, I shouldn't have. His eyes were already on me, dark and warm. I couldn't help the pull towards him. My wolf was not even here."Get dressed," he said, breaking the moment. "We're going out." I blinked."Out?" " You're annoying when you cry. I need a distraction before you start leaking all over me again."Heat flood
Last Updated: 2025-11-22
Chapter: 40. Such a good girlDamien's POVThe moment the word "freedom" left her lips, my jaw clenched.I didn't like that word.Not from her mouth.Not when it meant putting distance between us.But before I could respond, Aria's expression shifted.That defiant glare melted into something else entirely.Something that made my wolf sit up and take notice.She walked toward me.Slowly.Her hips swayed in a way that had my hands gripping the edge of my desk."What if I want to be punished?"Her voice was low, sultry.The kind of tone that sent blood rushing south.She leaned down, her breath warm against my ear."It's rather late. I'd prefer to do something else."Fuck.I grabbed her before I could think twice.My hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her down to me as I crashed my mouth against hers.She gasped, and I took advantage, deepening the kiss until she was trembling in my arms.When I pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breathing ragged."You want a punishment, little bird?""Yes.""You're going t
Last Updated: 2025-11-21
Chapter: 20. I can't help it Brielle's POV I couldn't take it anymore.When dessert arrived—some elaborate chocolate thing with gold leaf—I pushed back from the table."Excuse me," I said to no one in particular. "I need some air."Mom's eyes narrowed. "Are you feeling alright, sweetheart?""Fine. Just warm."I walked away before she could show her fake concern, weaving through tables toward the back of the ballroom. A server pointed me toward doors that led outside when I asked. The balcony was empty. Thank God.Cold night air hit my face. I gripped the iron railing, breathing deep, trying to settle the chaos spinning through my chest.The city spread out below.I had maybe two minutes of peace.Then footsteps echoed behind me.I didn't need to turn around to know who it was."You followed me," I said, staring at the skyline."Yes."At least he was honest about it.I whirled around. "You orchestrated this whole thing, didn't you? The invitation. The seating arrangements. Another manipulation to corner me some
Last Updated: 2026-01-17
Chapter: 19. Eyes on DanteThe music faded. Dante's hand lingered on my lower back for just a second too long before he released me. My skin still burned where he'd touched me, and I hated myself for it."Dinner's being served," he said quietly.I turned away without responding, trying to calm my racing pulse. The brief walk back through the crowd gave me time to rebuild the walls he'd systematically demolished on the dance floor. I focused on breathing, on schooling my expression back into something neutral.Then I reached the assigned table and my stomach dropped.Mom sat between Richard and an empty chair, laughing at something a silver-haired businessman across from her was saying. Her hand rested possessively on Richard's arm. The chair next to her was clearly meant for me.And directly across from it sat Dante.Perfect. Just perfect.I slid into my seat, avoiding eye contact with everyone. A server immediately appeared with champagne and water. I grabbed the water, throat suddenly dry."Brielle!" Mom's vo
Last Updated: 2026-01-16
Chapter: 18. The danceDante's POV The moment I saw her across the ballroom, every coherent thought left my head.Brielle stood near a marble column, champagne flute in hand, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. The dress she wore was midnight blue, clinging to curves I'd spent weeks trying—and failing—not to think about. Her blonde hair was swept up, exposing the elegant line of her neck, and even from this distance I could see the nervous way she kept scanning the crowd.Looking for me. Or looking to avoid me.Either way, she was thinking about me. I just fucking knew it."Dante, what do you think?" Jerry, one of my father's business associates, gestured emphatically while discussing some construction deal I'd stopped paying attention to five minutes ago."Sounds solid," I said without looking at him. "Have your people send the contracts to my office."Jerry continued talking, oblivious to the fact that I'd checked out of the conversation completely. Francesco, standing to my left, shot me a knowi
Last Updated: 2026-01-16
Chapter: 17. The galaBrielle's POV The dress Cassandra picked out was the most expensive thing I'd ever worn. Midnight blue silk that hugged every curve before flowing to the floor, with a neckline that dipped low enough to make me second-guess myself three times before leaving the apartment. She'd insisted, promising it would make me look like I belonged in rooms like these.Standing in the glittering ballroom now, surrounded by chandeliers and people wearing jewelry worth more than my entire net worth, I wasn't sure anything could make me belong here.The venue was ridiculous. All marble columns and gold accents, with floor-to-ceiling windows. A string quartet played something classical in the corner while waiters in crisp white jackets circulated with champagne flutes and hors d'oeuvres I couldn't pronounce.I accepted champagne from a passing waiter mostly to have something to do with my hands.Across the ballroom, I spotted my mom holding court with a cluster of important-looking people. She wore a
Last Updated: 2026-01-16
Chapter: 16. An inviteBrielle's POV I didn't go back to the table.Instead, I slipped out through the restaurant's side entrance, pulling my phone from my purse to text Mom some excuse about a work emergency. I couldn't sit there another second listening to her casual cruelty dressed up as maternal concern.The afternoon air hit my face. I took a cab back to my workplace, brain buzzing with too many thoughts that refused to arrange themselves into anything coherent.I tried as much as possible to calm down in the cab and the driver kept peeking at me. Did I look say now?"Get it together," I muttered to myself. My mind kept circling back to Mom's words, to the way she'd said them so matter-of-factly through out the drive. Like my inadequacy was simply an objective truth everyone understood.Had Marcus thought the same thing? Was that why he'd found his new woman so appealing—because she was polished and composed where I was messy and emotional?I pulled into the parking garage beneath my building, cuttin
Last Updated: 2026-01-14
Chapter: Mom's suspicionBrielle's POV A text came through while I was in the middle of reviewing mockups for a restaurant rebrand.Mom: Grab lunch with me? 1pm at Marcello's. My treat.I stared at the message, stomach already twisting. Mom didn't do casual lunch invitations. Everything had an agenda, a purpose, a hidden objective I wouldn't see until it was too late.But saying no would only make things worse.Me: Sure. See you there.Her response came immediately.Mom: Wear something nice, darling. It's an upscale place.Of course it was. She was on something big now.Marcello's occupied prime real estate in the financial district, all marble floors and crystal chandeliers and waitstaff who moved like people accustomed to serving the obscenely wealthy.I arrived exactly on time, wearing a cream blouse and black slacks that hopefully met Mom's standards. The hostess greeted me by name before I could introduce myself, leading me through the dining room to a corner table where Mom already sat, looking effortl
Last Updated: 2026-01-13
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