Betrayed by the Mafia Alpha

Lila I don’t know why I’m still surprised. After everything that happened, I should have known this was coming. I should have seen it in the way he looked at me—like I was a tool to be used, not the woman he promised to protect. But it wasn’t until today, in the middle of that damn council meeting, that the truth finally slapped me across the face.“Lila, you’re no longer my mate,” Alpha Xavier’s words echoed in my ears,almost knocking me off my feet. “You’re weak. You failed us.”The pack—the one I was born into, the one I swore my life to—was gone. Betrayed. Destroyed by the very man I trusted most. By the man who had once called me his fated mate.A message which didn't only hurt me but hurt my soul.My heart ached, but my pride burned hotter than the pain. Weak? Me? I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t some fragile little girl who needed protection. If he thought he could break me with those words, he was wrong. I would survive this. I would make him regret ever thinking he could throw me away

LilaThe next few days felt like a blur of nothingness, the kind of emptiness that follows you even when you’re surrounded by people. The pain of being cast out by my own pack still burned like a fresh wound, but it was nothing compared to the pull I felt toward Maximus.I tried to keep my distance. I told myself I didn’t need him, didn’t want him anywhere near me. But his words echoed in my mind at night when I was alone. “You’re mine now, Lila.”No. I wasn’t his. I refused to be.But there was something about him—something that both terrified and fascinated me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had stepped into a world I couldn’t escape from, even if I wanted to.I had no choice but to face the truth. I was on my own now. The pack was gone. My family—gone, everything I stood for gone. And the only people who would take me in were the very ones I hated.I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew I was trapped.---It wasn’t long before I ran into Maximus again. The meeting was unexpecte

LilaI didn’t sleep that night. I couldn’t.The feeling of Maximus’s eyes on me, his words echoing in my mind, haunted me in the darkness. No matter how much I told myself I wasn’t his, I wasn’t his puppet, something deep inside me kept pulling me toward him. I hated it. I hated the way his presence affected me, how every part of me screamed to escape him, yet I was still here, caught in his world.I didn’t know how long I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. My entire life had been about survival—about making it through every day without letting anyone control me. And now, here I was, in the clutches of the one man I couldn’t escape.I refused to give in. But the longer I stayed here, the harder it was to tell myself that.---The next morning, I woke up in the cold, sterile room that felt more like a cage than a place to sleep. The luxury didn’t mean anything to me. It was just walls and silence, with the occasional sound of footsteps out

Lila I wasn't sleeping. Again. Not after what Elena told me. Not after seeing Leif. Not after the way Maximus looked at me before he left like he already knew I was lying. When morning came, the city’s skyline felt like a cage more than ever. I barely touched the food left outside my door. Every minute felt like waiting for something awful I couldn’t name. And then he came for me. No scowl. No warning. Just Maximus standing in the doorway, dressed in black, sharp and dangerous as a blade. His green eyes locked on mine, and for a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe. “Come.” A command. Not a demand. I followed because I had no other option. We moved through endless halls of cold marble and silence. I could hear my own heartbeat, each step heavier than the last. I wanted to speak, to ask where we were going, but something in his aura told me to keep quiet. This wasn’t Maximus, the man who whispered terrifying promises in the dark. This was Maximus, the heir. The king.

LilaLeif’s voice faded from the phone, but the words stayed behind like smoke curling through my thoughts. a prediction. He can alter destiny if he marks her first. My lips became dry. My hands trembled as I wrapped myself in the blanket, but it wasn't because I was cold. It was fear. Not the fear of claws or blood this time but of something I couldn’t outrun. Destiny. With his jaw clenched and eyes fixed on the glassless balcony, Maximus ended the call and put the phone down slowly, imagining that Xavier might leap through it once more. “What did he mean?” I muttered. "A prediction? Which prediction?” Maximus did not immediately respond. Instead, he walked toward the mini bar, poured a glass of something dark, and downed it in one long swallow. He only turned to face me at that point. “There’s an old legend among wolves. One my father used to tell before bedtime like a ghost story. About a Luna born once in a generation. One who carries two bloodlines. one who, unless mark