LOGINWhen a predator becomes the prey… Alejandro Cortes was born into violence. As the heir to the infamous Cortes mafia family, he grew into something worse. Someone who bathes in the blood of his enemies yet with precision. A devil in a tailored suit feared across Italy. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who ruled through blood and terror. Yet even devils have weaknesses. For Alejandro it was not his wife. It was his daughter. Nikolai Vassilliou built his empire differently. Not by any inheritance, but by hunger. By betrayal. By carving his name into the underworld through sheer brutality. Two monsters ruling two empires. Then one mistake changed everything. A hit meant for Alejandro’s wife ended with his daughter dead. Now Nikolai sits chained in a cold concrete cell. Broken, bleeding and at the mercy of a grieving father. The predator who once hunted… has finally become the prey. But revenge has a way of turning hatred into something far more dangerous.
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"There isn't any other choice for you! You will get pregnant with him, and if you refuse to take Liana's place I will make sure you get thrown out of this pack this instance." The Luna says, and I feel how tears start to prick behind my eyelids. It doesn't matter what I say, I have no voice to count for, I know that. Being an omega without a family leaves me with no rights. I haven't turned eighteen yet. I know my birthday is sometime next month, and until then I can't shift and run. I would be an easy prey out there with no money and no family to seek shelter with, and then it leaves me to try and survive on what I can find in the woods. If I got my wolf, then I could at least hunt and eat what she kills. Tears start to run down my cheeks when I see the Luna look at me without even the smallest bit of sympathy or sorrow for my sake. For all the years I have known her and worked in the pack house as a maid, I have always seen her as the most beautiful woman I have ever met with her long red hair. She has always been kind to me and made sure I've been treated well. I thought she truly was a good Luna to this pack and cared for everyone in it, even us Omegas. Today, I see another side of her. A side I didn't think existed, and it makes her look ugly. That's the only way I could describe her as, ugly and a horrible person to force me to do this. "Liana, make sure she is properly cleaned and put your clothes on her," I hear her say from a distance. "Please, Evie, I don't want to," I say in a low voice when my bottom lip starts to tremble. She takes fast steps over to where I stand and grabs my hair at the back of my head. Pulling my head slightly back with force, I have no way to get out of her grip when she moves her face closer to mine. "That's Luna to you! And you will do what I tell you to do without making a fuss, or I'm throwing you in the dungeons with the other rogues to do what they want with you," she wheezes to my face. Anger radiates out of her when I try to find my words. Her grip on my hair hurts, and I can't stop the tears that run freely down my cheeks. I just stand there with my lips trembling when she growls at me, but I have nothing to say in response. Just standing there, begging her with my eyes she will see my pain and change her mind. "Is that understood?" She spits, and all I can do is look at her and try to give her a nod. She holds my gaze with hers for a little bit longer before she drops her hold on my hair and takes a step back. Looking to the side, I see Liana, her daughter, averting her eyes and looking at the ground instead of meeting me. She has a pained expression on her face, and I know she doesn't want this, but they are forcing me to do this instead of her. She was the one who was supposed to do this, but this morning when I stood in the kitchen and tried to get the breakfast ready the Luna ordered me to come to her room right away. When I got here, Liana closed the door after me. Evie instantly spoke up and dropped the bomb on me. I couldn't get the information in my head, and she had to repeat it to me several times when I just stood there and tried to get a grip on it. When she said I had to take her daughter's place because we looked alike, I turned my attention to look at Liana. Ever since we grew up, we have looked alike, she used to even call me her sister, and we were the best friends for a while. "Have her done in half an hour, we will be leaving then," I hear Evie say before she turns around and heads for the door, stopping in the doorway. "Don't think about running, I have guards standing outside and around the whole pack house. Two will be up here and carry you to the car if you refuse to walk on your own," she says. I have nothing to say in response when she just walks out of the door before she closes it with a bang. I try to swallow several times when I can't get my body to move even a bit. "I'm sorry, Kaylee, I never wanted this to happen," Liana says when I still can't find any words. I see her quickly walk over to me and grab my hand in hers, while I just stand there looking at her like she is a complete stranger. The Liana I thought I knew would never let this happen to me, she would speak up on my behalf and try to stop this, as she has done before every time anyone has picked on me. But not this time! This time she thinks only of herself and lets me take the fall for it, lets me be the victim in their plan. I can't stand her touch and pull my hand from hers when she looks pained at me. "I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it. If it's any comfort, he hasn't been able to produce a child before, no matter how many times he has tried. I'm certain he won't be able to impregnate you either," she says, like it would give me any comfort. How could it? "Don't make me do it," I say with a lump in my throat, and see her shake her head. "I can't do anything about it. I have tried to beg them not to do it, but they just tell me it's decided whatever I say." she says, and a part of me wants to believe it, but I can't. "This is so wrong," I say, taking another step back so my back hits the wall. "I will try to talk to them again, I will do my best. But for your own sake, it's better if you get washed up and take on some of my clothes. If they find you here like this in your maid's clothes, you will be in worse trouble, and I know the guards will hold you down and strip your clothes off you before they throw you in the shower. I know they won't hesitate to hurt you," she says, and I know it too. "I can't do it," I say when she walks over and grabs my arm. "I will help you get ready, I can't see you getting beaten up for this. Then I will go and talk to them," she says and starts pulling me along with her to the bathroom. My legs just follow her lead while my mind is in chaos, trying to go over my options again when I feel myself shutting down. For several years, I wished Liana was my sister, to have someone as my own family. I have always been an Omega, and I have only been told my mother was an Omega as well, who died giving birth to me. They have no idea who my father is, and when I came of age, I got to take my mother's place in the pack house as a maid. I haven't had any problems with it until today. I'm numb and don't register anything until I see her leave the room and I'm prepared. Two guards come walking inside while I stand still to my place, unmoving when they grab my arms and start walking with me. In their grip, it doesn't matter if I move my feet or not, I'm like a small child in their hands and they pull me out of the room and down the hallway. "You can't do this! It's not right." I hear Liana scream at the top of her lungs when they pull me out the front door. Two cars are parked in front of the entrance when they pull me down the stairs. I hear some loud banging on a window, turning my head I see Liana desperately banging on the window on the second floor while she is crying and screaming. The alpha grabs her from behind and forces her away from the window. That's the last I get to see when they push me inside a car and close the door. It feels like a blink of an eye when the car stops outside a building and my heart starts to beat hard in my chest, panic rising in my stomach. My car door is opened, and all I can do is look at them with dilated eyes when one of the guards reaches inside and grabs my body before he drags me out of the car, and they both pull me over to the entrance. "Get her inside." I hear Evie's voice from behind. The door is opened in front of us by a guard when they walk inside with me and start to head down a hallway. I hear a deep, dark, dominant voice talk from the other way, and I don't know what it is that has me jolting out of my daze. It stirs something in my body when I turn my head to look that way. My eyes land on a gorgeous man who's walking down the hallway from the side, a bit ahead of us. He is tall and dark, with big muscles that move under his black suit. He looks dangerous, and it looks like he owns the world with the way he walks. There is no doubt he is an Alpha, but is it him? I follow him with my eyes for as long as I can when they walk ahead and turn down the hallway. I can't seem to tear my gaze away from him until he disappears out of my sight, and it has me snapping back to reality. "No, No, No!" I start screaming and trying to get out of their grip on me. I can't let them do this. "Sedate her," Evie's cold voice says before I suddenly feel a sting in my neck. Thrashing in their grip, I try to get away, but the guards have a hard hold on me. My body starts to go slack and I can't move my arms or legs. I'm only dead weight while I try to fight my body to stay conscious, I can't let them do this! Evie comes into sight while I try my hardest to not give into it and grabs my jaw in her hand with a hard grip. "Stop fighting it," she says, angry at me when it almost feels like she will crush my jaw with how hard she is holding it. Trying to hold out, but her angry face is the last I see before I lose the battle and darkness takes over instead.Blood still stained his shirt. Camila’s blood. Antonio’s blood. The metallic scent clung to him like perfume. I inhaled quietly. Most people would recoil from that smell. To me it felt… familiar. Comforting, even.The doors to the master bedroom opened with a heavy thud as he pushed them with his shoulder. The room beyond was massive—dark wood, tall windows, shadows stretching across the polished floor.Power lived in this room. Authority. Possession. He set me down on the bed, carefully. Too carefully for a man who had just skinned two traitors alive. I leaned back slightly against the mattress, watching him as he straightened.Alejandro Cortes stood at the edge of the bed like a storm barely held together by discipline. Blood streaked across his jaw and throat. His dark eyes burned as they studied me. “Still watching,” he muttered. I smiled faintly. “You’re very entertaining.”His jaw flexed as he stared at me for a long moment. Then he stepped closer. Slowly. The air between us thic
I should have walked away. That would have been the logical decision. Finish the interrogation. Clean the mess. Regain control. Instead, I was still looking at him. Nikolai Vassilliou sat in that chair like he belonged in the middle of chaos. Blood in the air, screams fading into silence, bodies barely breathing—and yet his attention had never wavered. Not from me. Dio mio. The realization settled in my chest like something heavy. Dangerous.“You’re still watching,” I said. He tilted his head slightly, that same faint smile playing on his lips. “Always.” The answer came too easily. Too naturally. Like it wasn’t a question at all. Behind me, Leandro shifted. Ibram said something to Lucas—low, controlled. Orders. Cleanup. Containment. Normal things. I ignored all of it. Because I couldn’t ignore him.“You got what you wanted,” I said. “The shipment. The truth.” Nikolai leaned back slightly despite the tension in his body, like pain was an inconvenience he refused to acknowledge. “I usual
The way he looked at me—No. The way he let me see him looking at me. It crawled under my skin like something alive.Nikolai didn’t flinch from the blood. Didn’t look away from the broken bodies, the screams, the metallic weight of it thick in the air. He sat there like a man watching theater—wounded, restrained, yet somehow still in control. Of the room. Of me.My grip tightened around the knife. Possessive. Hungry. Obsessed. The words echoed in my mind—unwelcome, undeniable. Mine. I stepped away from Antonio before that realization turned into something reckless. Something irreversible.“Start with his hands,” I said coldly. Leandro didn’t hesitate. The crack of bone came sharp and sudden. Antonio’s scream followed. It was raw, tearing through the room as his finger bent the wrong way, skin splitting under pressure. I didn’t look. Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t need to.Then, I could feel him. Nikolai’s gaze pressed against my back like a blade. Sharp, deliberate, and intru
The sound she made when Alejandro cut her tongue out was… memorable. High. Wet. Broken. Camila’s scream tore through the torture room like a dying animal’s final cry. Blood poured from her mouth in thick crimson streams, spilling over her lips and down her throat, staining the front of her once-elegant dress. The guards holding her struggled to keep her still as her body convulsed violently.I leaned back in the chair Alejandro had placed me in. Comfortably. Well—comfortable enough for a man who had been stabbed, shot, and nearly bled out the night before. Pain pulsed faintly through my abdomen, but it was manageable. Right now something far more interesting held my attention.Alejandro.The Don of the Cortes empire stood before his wife like a dark god of vengeance. Blood splattered across his face and neck, Camila’s blood, and instead of wiping it away he inhaled slowly like the metallic scent was intoxicating. Fascinating. Most men broke when grief hollowed them out. Alejandro Corte






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