49Ciara slowly opened her eyes just as the clock ticked midnight. She pushed off the duvet and sat up. For hours, she'd been pretending to be asleep. Scar had checked on her a few times and made calls to Ghost, saying she was sleeping.That only meant one thing — Ghost wasn't home yet. This was another chance to carry out her plans. Her plans to escape.She left the bed and slowly unlocked her door. She tiptoed to the living room and it was also empty. Her heart did a flip. Two steps to the exit, and she felt a presence behind her. She spun around and Scar was standing at the kitchen door with a mug."Going somewhere?" "No." Ciara was quick to get into the act. "No. I was just looking for you." She was instantly all smiles. The kind she's been fooling him with lately. "Here I am." He smiled back. "Wanna join me for a quick chat?" He gestured at the kitchen."Sure." Ciara nodded, nervous as fuck. She joined him in the kitchen and settled on the stool. "Uh…Ghost isn't returning ton
Ghost ran his hands hungrily through her body, grunting irritatedly at the clothes that were keeping him from ravaging her. He groped her boobs through her clothes while his other hand held the back of her neck tightly. With raged tugs, he got rid of her clothes, leaving them in shreds on the floor. Ciara gasped but it got swallowed by his ferocious kisses. She was literally gasping for air but his lips would suck hers right back in, giving her little chance to breathe. His tongue licked up her face like some enraged beast. Then his tongue traveled down her cleavage to her stomach, and she threw her head back, moaning aggressively at the sparks of pleasure letting loose. She was fucking wet and madly craving him thrusting deep into her and filling her up. It was insane that she was craving him so badly but she was. He picked her up, and her legs went around his waist. Her boobs were crushed on his chest as he led the way to the bedroom. Putting her down on the bed, he got rid of
'Mate.'Ghost knew the term. Dr. Studgens, his shrink, had dived into researching werewolves when he first started showing crazy similarities with them. She filled him in. Taught him a lot, most against his will. But if there was one thing that stuck with him, it was the 'mate' thing. Unlike humans, werewolves had a more intense connection when it had to do with the matters of the heart.Their love lives were predetermined by some deity. And when they eventually meet that person, they feel a crazy connection. That person is called a 'mate', and they spend the rest of their lives with that person. And if they ever lose that person, through death or shit, then they would be miserable for the rest of their lives. Ghost always thought it was a stupid and sick bargain. He detested it, having one's life forever tied to another. So right now, hearing her say that word to his face created a maddening rush inside him. "Your…mate?" He scoffed, brushing off the strands of hair on her face.
Chapter 52.Ghost pulled up in his car in the front yard of Don Carianno's apartment. The premises were heavily guarded by their men. He shut the door, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt, which had a few unbuttoned buttons. Glancing around, he started walking towards the building, with long and swift strides. The men bowed as he got closer. "Where's the boss?" He asked, not to anyone in particular. One of them replied. "At the pool."Ghost retraced his steps, hurrying to the pool. He found Don Carianno standing next to the pool, in a white flowing shirt and loose black pants. The cool breeze had the fabrics dancing in the air to its rhythm. He had a blunt between his fingers and was going hard at it, puffing the smoke in the air. Ghost could sense the melancholic aura hovering around him. Quietly, he went to stand beside him, staring into the dark horizons of the night, hands in pocket. They were both silent. "You almost lost your right-hand man, son." Don Carianno began
Chapter 53. Ghost drove out of Don Carianno's mansion, and headed to the hideout, troubled to the bone. He wasn't sure what had him feeling so edgy, but he couldn't shake off the feeling.He took the stairs to where he knew Scar was being treated. Vicious tides of sadness crashed around the walls of his heart as he saw Scar's pale body, still unconscious on the bed. Ghost sat next to the bed, watching him with a wrecked heart. "I'm so sorry, man. Fucking sorry." His apology made him feel even worse. If only he could…nah, enough thinking about it. He could never hurt Ciara like that. It was a painful fact. But Scar didn't deserve this either. So Ghost was left painfully conflicted. "I need you to do something for me, man. I just wish you could hear me.""I can," Scar muttered weakly, opening his eyes and slowly turning his head in Ghost's direction."You're awake," Ghost was ecstatic. For the first time in a long while, he actually smiled. "Thank heavens.""I've been awake for minut
PROLOGUEThe stiff air swirling around the four walls of the palace harbored the cries and whimpering of the people inside. Black linings replaced the extravagant interior decor of the palace. Gloomy faces and puffy eyes of everyone inside made it evident that there had been a loss.Red Cross Pack had a sad aura hovering around them. Even the heavens mourned at the demise of the greatest Alpha the werewolf kingdom would ever know. The Moon Goddess had her tears cascade down as rainfall. Thunderbolts struck in sadness, and as a farewell to Alpha Nicholas.This has to be the saddest day yet in Red Cross Pack. Alpha Nicholas was a legend, lived his prime, and conquered packs in his old age. He would forever be remembered. ”Excuse me, Master,” An Omega bowed as she stepped inside the royal study. She had a tray of beverages and cookies. And a note wrapped perfectly and placed at the side.Ryder turned around slightly, taking a quick swipe at her and the tray. He waved his fingers at her
CHAPTER 1. SICILY, ITALYShrieks of pleasure erupted from a hotel room, coursing through the walls of the gigantic building. It was midnight, and the screams were a huge nuisance. But no one laid a complaint, not when they knew where the screams wafted from.It came from the only room on the last floor of the building. There was only one room on that floor and only one person lodged in that room. It was the Capo of the 'Carianno' Mafia family, and the hotel was one of the many properties of the 'Carianno' family.Sicily was the haven of the 'Cariannos'. They've been here for generations and practically run the city. No one leaves or enters unnoticed. They robbed the city of its good aura, replacing it with sheer horror. Vicious killings. Tortures. Crimes. Theft. Rapes. The list was endless. Italy was in chaos. Sicily had it worst, and that was since the new Capo came on board.'GHOST', that was his name. With no background and identity, he showed up like a ghost and swept Sicily of
CHAPTER 2. Ghost alighted the taxi with a rush, running up the stairs into one of the Carianno mansions.It was one exquisite building and damn eye-catching, the last place Mafias should hold meetings. It was too obvious, anyone could burst in on them. But then again, the Cariannos weren't your "typical" Mafia family. They had nothing to hide. There was no one to cower from. They could literally get into a killing spree on the highway and no one would try to fight back. That was how much they dominated the area. That was how dreaded they were.“Sixth floor!“ Scar shouted, sprinting slightly so he could ride the elevator with Ghost. They both got in and Scar punched the sixth-floor button.Ghost ran a hand through his jacket for his gun. It wasn't there. He did a double-check, but nothing. “Fuck!“ He cussed, recalling he left it in his hotel room. Camilla was being fucking annoying with her clinginess. He needed to get away from her as fast as he could. And he'd forgotten to take hi