The next book - 'I am the Alpha Queen'

Snippet of my next book - "I am the Alpha Queen"

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"I am Jayden Esperanza La Gualias... I am the daughter of the most powerful alpha to have ever lived. And on my sixteenth birthday, I met my mate... he is also a prince of another clan but as it turns out, he is not my opposite.

Can an alpha prince be so weak and timid? And why - oh - why did the Goddess pair me, a badass princess, with a weak mate?

Should I even give him a try? Or should I reject him outright and find myself a suitable chosen mate?

This is my life... and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get what is rightfully mine."

PROLOGUE

NASH's P.O.V.

The sudden vibrations on the side desk woke me up! Grunting, I picked up my phone and answered without even looking at the caller id. Because had I seen the name on my screen, I would never have picked the damn call up.

“Are you still asleep?” my father’s voice boomed on the other end of the line. “Avinash, when on Earth would you learn be responsible? How will you ever shoulder responsibilities?” he ranted on.

“It is ---” I yawned heavily as I got up and squinted at the sharp sunrays that were burning my already droopy eyes. “It is Nash, dad! And it is too early for you to be shouting at me.”

“Damn it, Avinash,” my dad snapped. I flinched at his stubbornness. He would never stop calling me by ‘his’ given name. Damn my name! Avinash Singh Randhawa… Heir to the biggest empire of the Indian subcontinent. My father, the prime alpha of the region, and the man with highest net worth in the country that has more than one billion population. And in the world, he was the fourth richest man in the world. But damn, if he would modernize! He would continue to call me by my old school name.

“It is almost noon over there,” my father continued in his acidic voice. Yep, it was 11:48AM in Paris, France, where I was currently enjoying my unending holidays, while my dad was back in Mumbai, India – home sweet home.

“I had a long night,” I could not help but yawn again, and I swear I could hear my father growl. But in my head, my wolf, Zeus, chuckled. We always liked to offend our dad! “But please do tell,” I added, “What did I do to owe this very early pleasure?”

Another growl!

But I did not respond to him. I just waited eagerly.

“We are going to Switzerland tomorrow The council has convened a meeting with all the leading families of the world and we are going. It is high time you start taking your responsibilities seriously,” my father growled again. I swear I could hear his nerves twitching and his eyes squinting with anger.

“Switzerland?” I asked, shocked. “Beautiful country, but there is no fun in it with council laws and all. Not interested!”

“Damn you, Avinash! You are eighteen years old, when will you start doing what is expected out you?” my father snapped so loudly that I heard shuffling behind him.

“Why do you keep on irking your dad?” my mother spoke on the call. And I grinned.

“Mom, I will call you later on it,” I laughed.

“Enough is enough, Avinash,” my mother continued.

“Mumma, it is Nash!” I urged like a needy baby.

“Fine, Nash, I will see you tomorrow in Switzerland. I do not want to hear anything about it. Have I made myself clear?” my mother dictated.

Oh, my beautiful ma. She knows I would not go against her like ever!

“Fine!” I groaned. “I will take the flight out tonight. But you have to promise me to call me Nash there. Do not embarrass me in front of so many other clans.”

“You are embarrassed by your own name?” my father asked fuming with rage. “You are named after the alpha who built this empire. Who gave you everything you own! You are nothing but a spoiled brat because he made you all the money and gave you power!”

“Well, payback for thrusting a silver spoon in my mouth and making me a spoiled brat,” I retorted. “Nash signing out!”

And with a heaving sigh, I just disconnected.

***

Now my mood was epically sour. Why – oh – why I had to pick up the damn call.

“Who is going to Switzerland?” a honeyed voice asked me as I felt a hand on my shoulder from behind.

Grinning, I turned and looked at the bed I had left a few minutes ago. And there was this girl I had picked up last night from – err … umm … somewhere I suppose. I tried to recall her name, her name was either Cindy or Emily. I will ponder more on her name later! She was wearing my vest – my flimsy, translucent, white vest that was covering nothing of her upper torso – and a flimsy, lacey black underwear. Her face was lit with a smirk and her long hair were spread on her shoulders and her chest, covering her beautiful curves.

“I am going to Switzerland,” I sighed as I pushed her hair back allowing my eyes to feast on her beautiful, curvy br**sts.

She stood up on her knees and pulled me to the bed to make my face level to hers. She pressed her small lips to mine and kissed me hungrily. I was still relishing in the taste her tongue was giving me when she pushed her hand down my pants and grabbed my growing er*ction. My eyes popped open and I saw she was staring at me, while kissing me, as she stroked my already hard c*ck. A grin spread on her lips as she saw my eyes widened with pleasured shock.

“What would it take for you to take me to Switzerland with you?” she crooned as she pushed me back on the bed and climbing on top of me, she took off the mere vest she was wearing and slipped more down and pulled down my sweatpants too. My d*ck just sprang out and she started massaging it. “Tell me Nash…” she crooned as she bounced and pressed her curvy b**bs on my thighs and licked the length of my hard c*ck and teased me.

“Oh, damn! Fine… my parents will be incredibly pissed off with me anyway, what more harm can come with you with there!” I laughed as I grabbed her face and pushed her mouth on my c*ck and got ready to face f*ck her.

***

Jayden’s P.O.V.

I was up at cock crow like usual and was at the training grounds in my usual attire. My mother, Kira La Gualias, the alpha queen and Luna of this beautiful empire, was sitting at a distance meditating, while my father, Dimitrios La Gualias, the alpha of the African and South American continent was out on his morning run, talking shop with his beta, uncle Taron. And well, the rest of my family was sleeping.

“Good morning princess,” my trainer, Jake, greeted me and I growled at being addressed to as ‘princess’. “I am sorry but I cannot break protocol!”

I picked up my baton and charged.

“Warm up,” Jake complained as he dodged my attack.

“This is me warming up,” I scoffed and continued to attack.

“Well, if this is how you want to play,” and he started fighting. I threw my baton and started kicking and punching with all my might. My anger was always my weakness, and someone who has been training me for years on end knew about. In one fluid motion, my trainer grabbed my waist, lifted me up and threw me back on the floor, my hips hitting the floor hard.

A loud whooping sound from the other side of the ground echoed and I saw my brother, Jared, laughing, clapping and cheering from where he stood. I had not even known that he was awake. He was standing with dad and uncle Taron.

“Why are you so angry this morning?” Jake asked with narrowed eyes. “We both know you always lose when you are angry. You always lose focus!” he chided me as he extended his arm and I stood up.

Jake has been my personal trainer since I was twelve years old. I started training at ten with many other girls, a revolution my mother brought sensing that girls in our pack lack basic skills to protect themselves! But considering I was the ‘alpha princess’, no one was able to keep up with me, especially other girls. Hence, Taron uncle had arranged for my personal trainings. Jake trained me in the morning and Jared later in the day. He also trained my other siblings too – whoever wanted to train anyway.

“You know I come of age in two days time,” I scoffed.

“Yes, sixteen, big day…” Jake grinned. He was in his twenties and was faithful to his mate – Amy – hence was allowed to train me. No unmated wolves were allowed to lay their hands on me, as if it was possible! Amy was part of our pack and she did something with my mom, but I never bothered asking.

“But my parents are dragging me to Switzerland,” I rolled my eyes. “They say they would celebrate our birthday with a bang with my grandfather Whitaker and big-ma Sharia.”

“The Whitakers,” Jake nodded.

“Yep,” I grimaced. Jared and I are twins, both turning sixteen obviously. Our grandparents were dead, rendering mom an orphan when she was five. Mom’s godfather – Alan Whitaker – my mom's father’s cousin was the one whom we called grandfather, and Sharia Whitaker – our great grandmother – was the one we called the big-ma.

“We will party when you are back then,” Jake smiled as he raised his hands to start another round of sparring with me.

“Well, I don’t know about that. Jared insists we go around the world, sniffing our mates,” I sighed.

“And what’s wrong with that?” Jake asked alarmed. “Finding your mate is a blessing. It is as if the missing piece of your soul – the one you even did not know was missing – snaps into place!”

I glanced towards my parents. My dad was now standing with my mom, his hand snaked around her waist, and they were laughing and talking merrily to other early risers. But I remember all the struggles that my mom had gone through. And it was all because she was the fated mate of my father! She does not know but I remember it well. I remember it all, what had happened, and why it had happened. And for that reason, I do wish to find my mate.

If having a mate is like finding a missing part of my soul, I think I will live with what I have, happily and successfully.

FROM THE AUTHOR

Hey, my beautiful readers,

Thanks for reading the book 'Enslaved to the mafia alpha'. Please do check out the next book, 'I am the Alpha Queen' and two others I have written. I hope you will enjoy them too.

Love from,

Trisha