A journey of fascinating adventure, ROMANCE, and feral DESIRES. A Ruthless Lycan Alpha. An unwanted human girl. A connection that none of them can fathom or ignore. And secrets that threaten to tear it all apart. All Omerta’s hopes are shattered when she is given away as a TRIBUTE to the all-powerful & merciless Sicilian Alpha, Lucifer Agosti. Named after the devil himself, Lucifer and his three brothers are inhumanly powerful, cruel, and merciless, earning him the name ‘tyrant’ What happens when she finds herself trapped in Lucifer’s world, one full of danger and passion? Soon she uncovers the dark secrets and mysteries of this world. And her only shot at happiness is to uncover how it all started?
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Two girls walk out of the back door of the club clad in a two-piece, well if you can call a couple of strings on their bodies being dressed. They are about the same age as me.
Soon, a man follows them out. He looks familiar. Wait, I know him. I think he is from our neighbourhood. Oh yes, his daughter is in my class.
Will he help me, after all, I am as old as his daughter?
I am still wondering about that, when he leans closer to one of the girls, and then gives her bare ass a tight squeeze.
I gulped, looking at the awkward scene in front of me and abandoned any thoughts of asking him for help.
If there were any doubts in my mind about what type of club this was, they have cleared. I am not even sure why I am here. I should not be here, at this hour or any hour.
Earlier that day…
“Omertà! Omertà!”
Who was that?
That sure sounds like my father. But that can’t be, can it?
I might as well have imagined it. It’s already 8pm, and I have been up and running since 4am, but these chores just never seem to end. My shoulders feel stiff, and my legs have almost given up. I am exhausted!
After stretching my neck & arms, I got back to the pile of clothes in front of me. I need to hurry. I still have to clean the dishes, complete my schoolwork, and I am starving. I skipped lunch as well, since I was late for school.
No wonder I am hearing things and such impossible things too, like my father calling me. Can you imagine?
My father has never called me or spoken to me in all of the seventeen years of my existence. He barely even acknowledges me.
It’s not that we don’t see each other often.
I mean, we live in the same house, where you cannot not run into each other. In fact, I serve him his morning coffee and all his breakfast & dinner every day.
But despite all of this, my father has always ignored me.
Actually, that’s not true. He doesn’t ignore me, I just don’t exist for him, period.
I wonder if he secretly believes that if he did not acknowledge my existence, I would one day cease to exist at all. And all his problems will be over in a poof just like that.
Sometimes, I hope that this is true as well, that I will just cease to exist one day. It is not like it will matter to anyone.
“Omertà, Omertà “. This time my father’s voice rang through the house, clearing all my doubts. It is definitely him and he is calling me. He really is calling me. I am still shocked.
“Omertà, come down right now”, and with that last call, I hurried down, taking two steps at a time, to face my father for the first time in all my 17 years.
While I am rushing down the stairs, I hear some heated voices, and as I approach the kitchen, I can almost hear my grandmother arguing with my father. I had no idea she had come over.
“She is your daughter Lucio, how can you forget that?” Nana yelled, fury evident in her voice.
“your own blood & bones, part of the Romano family”
“She is no daughter of mine!” my father says with disgust in his voice, and I cringe at his statement, but I am not surprised. One might think after so many years, I might as well be used to it.
My father, Lucio Romano, has always been a responsible family man, a true Italian, who dots on his wife and children. Well, of course, me being an exception.
In his eyes, I am the personification of his shame & guilt. The mistake that he can never undo. His BASTARD child, living proof of his betrayal that my stepmom, Maria, the love of his life, must live with every day.
My father & Maria were a love match when they got married 21 years ago. They had some glorious early years of marriage, but a series of miscarriages left Maria guilt ridden and Lucio unwilling to try any more, causing a strain in their love nest.
It was during that time, that one night, my very drunk father met my not very sober mother. Their affair was short, but not that sweet, thanks to me.
“You know why she is living in my house, with my family, under my protection. You know that very well, mama!” my father reminds my grandmother.
As if my name was not enough to remind me and everyone around every day why I was here, in the first place.
You see, my father is a “man of honour “, well, not literally, but a “man of honour” of the Italian Mafia. An ‘initiated’ member of the Luciano family, who is one of the five families that make up the New York branch of Cosa Nostra, the Italian Mafia based out of Sicily.
The most important part of being a ’man of honour‘ is to uphold the Oath of Omerta, a code of honour, loyalty & silence, that all men take when they are sworn into the mafioso (mafia) & have to oblige by with their life. The oath bounds each man to serve
And it is this Oath of Omerta that assured that my father keep the mafioso (mafia) honour and accept my mother and her unborn child, given my mother was the daughter of another family member and that too from the Original Cosa Nostra family in Sicily. Not accepting her would have meant hurting the mafioso's honour, and while no one says it openly, it would have meant that my father would have paid for that with his life.
I was the debt that he paid for being a ‘man of honour‘ and that’s why I was named and Baptised as “Omertà Romano“, to remind everyone and more so my father to why I exist.
“The girl has been with us for 17 years. Lucio and she is a good girl, does everything that is asked of her and more.”
This is a usual topic in our household. My nana is trying to plead my case with my father.
Nana has always treated me well, given the circumstances. I mean, it’s not like that we are besties who share their secrets or something, but we talk, even if our conversations are more factual & informative. We could never really connect, but she is the nicest to me.
“We don’t ask her to work,” my stepmother interjects, “she does it on her own accord. We have never raised our voice at her. She is well treated. We have given her everything.”
It is true, my mother left right after I was born, for reasons unknown to me, leaving me in Maria’s care. And Maria has done her duty towards me- I have always had food, shelter, clothes and education. Our relationship is at best transactional, but I am no fool. I know it could have been worse.
“We might not have asked her, Maria, but she feels obliged to do it. She feels she needs to payback for what happened, and she has been doing that since….” My nana stops as she sees me standing there.
My father & Maria follow her gaze, as soon as they see me standing, and they all fall silent.
“Omertà”, my name coming from my father’s mouth, sounds strange.
It was the first time he had taken my name in front of me, but there was a sense of finality in his voice.
“Good, you are here. Pack your things.” He said casually.
Where am I going? I looked at Nana & Maria, but they both refused to meet my eyes.
“Think again Lucio.” Nana tried to intervene.
“NOW!” was the only response we got.
The finality in his voice was obvious and ensured that there were no follow-up questions. But where was I going with all my things?
Omerta's POV"I am no father of yours." My father shouted."Don't you call me that?"I would be lying if I said that I did not wince at the words which he had repeated a million times growing up. But this time, they drilled deeper, making me realize how true they were.He was not my father; surely he never acted like one.And in that very instant, the man standing in front of me went from being my father to just Lucio Romano.Lucio sounded right; it definitely sounded more apt than Father.I was still deciding on the nomenclature when the phrase 'puta' made its way to my ears."Must have become their puta," Maria muttered under her breath, disgust written all over her face.A loud growl erupted from behind me, silencing the entire room, but before Draco could make another move, I warned him off, not wanting him to get involved. I did not want anyone to fight this battle for me; that was the whole reason why I had not brought Lucifer with me. "Again, I am not sure why you are surpris
Omerta's POVI had that same vision again and again for the last thirty-six hours, so much so that that was all I could see, hear, or think about. It marred every breath of mine.I knew something bad was going to happen. The voices in my head were restless, though they were not very helpful either.All they told me was that what I had seen would become reality soon enough—not now, but soon enough. However, they were not able to flush out any details other than that. Which meant we had to travel to New York. That was not a problem since we were already due to visit New York to meet with my father, especially after we met with Sameera.My premonition had just preponed our plans. So, the very next morning, we took the very first flight out to New York. I was nervous as hell about this trip. First, the constant buzzing in my head because of the vision had me on edge. I was worried about my mother and eager to meet her. But the thing that had eaten me out was coming face-to-face with
Omerta's POV "And now I am going to fuck you so hard that you will not be able to walk for weeks." His words did it for me, sending me over the edge and making me come apart as I tainted the whole room with the scent of my orgasm. The delicious knot in my stomach burst in one go. My muscles contracted and relaxed at the same time as my body savored the experience of a ballet of tension and release surging through it. My eyes fluttered shut, unable to contain the buzzing that was radiating through my body. I was exhausted and energized. It was like I was in heaven and hell at the same time. And I knew he had only just begun with me. Locking his eyes with mine, Lucifer ran his thumb over the smooth skin around my bikini line once again, sending sweet tingles to my sensitive core and my heart into overdrive. I could not decide if it was his look that had my panty wet or his touch. Every nerve in my body was on fire, yearning for more. And I literally lost my head when Lu
Omerta's POV My emotions were running all raw and bare as I ran up, taking two stairs at a time. Sameera's words kept playing in my mind over and over again. He was created so I could be born. I was the trigger for those inhuman experiments that Lucifer and Set had to go through. Another stream of tears trickled down my cheeks as I recalled what they had to go through with Shaira. The ear-shattering screams, the anguished expressions, and those blank looks haunted me. He probably hated me after knowing all this, and he was not wrong. I would hate me too. I did hate myself. I was at the center of all his pain. Not only that, I was at the center of everything that was going wrong. I couldn't help but feel a heavy weight of responsibility on my shoulders. The realization hit me that I had unknowingly become the catalyst for all the chaos that was unfolding around us. Another sob left my mouth, and I lept toward the bed, lying down on my stomach. I clutched the pillow to m
Lucifer's POVThis witch continued to spew nonsense regarding the origin of Lycans, but I could barely keep up. All my focus was on my Stray. Her racing heart, ragged breath, and the sweat that had broken through her skin were proof that she was not taking this well.I could taste her fear, her anxiety, and the fuckton of negative thoughts going through her beautiful little head. Wanting to soothe her nerves, I wrapped my arms tightly around her, pulling her close while my fingers drew circles on her arms. As I held her against my chest, I could feel her relax a little in my arms, but she was still too tense.Her emotions were still all over the place. I knew she was completely overwhelmed by the whole prophecy sh*t.To be fair, it was fucking too much, especially for a girl who had no clue about this world until about three months ago. And now she was being thrown headfirst into this fucking chaos.Truth be told, I did not give a flying fuck about any of it. Avo had tried many t
Omerta's POV I could feel my heart in my mouth as Sameera's words sank in. My legs wobbled from the pressure of whatever was yet to come. The message that my mother had left for me, about the darkness within me came to the forefront of my mind. Only the darkness within will set you free. Embrace it with all, as you embrace thee. Was the darkness within me the cause of all this? I just had a bad feeling about this. For a minute, I regretted coming here at all. Why was it important to get more answers? Lucifer and I were together; why did we need to complicate things more? I knew it was a naive outlook, but I would have preferred being with Lucifer somewhere, instead of listening to all this. Any day, I would take denial over the weight of her words, and the misdeeds that were happening around me. "It all started with the goddess Athena, right about the time when the blessed ones were formed. And while I am sure that Augustus knows this story better than I do, as my prerogative
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