Fated To The Mafia Alpha

Zayn Pov In a modern-day city surrounded by an ancient forest, werewolves are not a myth. They are secret peacekeepers, known as the Silver Moon Pack. Although there are other packs, the silver moon pack is the strongest and biggest pack. Unlike traditional pack hierarchies, the Pack is run like a secret order, with members bound by magical contracts and assigned to different sectors to maintain balance between supernatural and human affairs. No one is supposed to cross those boundaries, not even Alphas. Humans are unaware of their existence. I'm now the silver moon pack alpha, and the only thing I'm missing is the mafia boss title. It's more important than the alpha title because with it, I'd have absolute control over the dealings here in the human world. My hand ran through my messy hair as I stepped out of my car and entered the club. They were already watching before I even opened the door. Of course they were. That’s what sheep do when the wolf steps into the room: the

Winter Pov The ballroom sparkled under chandeliers that cost more than my salary. I wonder why there are so many security guards. This party was supposed to be a gathering of powerful names and important people. And I was supposed to be invisible. But Zayn made damn sure that wouldn’t happen. He's so annoying “Winter,” his voice purred through my earpiece for the third time that hour. I felt like walking up to him and smacking his handsome face. “Could you bring me another glass of ice water? But this time, four cubes. Exactly four. The last one had five. I’m disappointed.” I gritted my teeth and put on the fakest smile ever. He was enjoying this, sending me on pointless errands simply because I didn't want to talk about our one-night stand. Earlier, he asked me to check the temperature in the penthouse, then ten minutes later, I requested I adjust the lighting in the ballroom by 5%. Five. So fucking annoying, I felt like tearing my hair out. I found him lounging near th

Winter Pov My head was spinning and I could hear a loud ringing in my ear. My heart was beating ridiculously fast and I couldn't see where I was because my vision was blurry. My body had betrayed me and my hand refused to move by my command. My long black hair was cascading all over my face, merging with the beads of sweat on my forehead. My body ached. I soon realised that I wasn't able to move because my hands were tied and so were my legs, but that wasn't the case, because I'm unable to move my body totally. It was like I was under some intoxication. My eyelids felt very heavy, but what I failed to recognise was the masculine scent that had filled the room. I was so focused on freeing myself that I forgot to think of how I got here. The bed sank beside me, and I could see the silhouette of a man in the corner of my eyes, but my vision was too blurry to see him clearly. I was now able to wiggle around a bit and move some parts of my body but I hadn’t gained total control over