LOGINThe Last Wolfe is a dark mafia romance about two enemies who fall in love without knowing they are enemies. Raven Wolfe is the last survivor of her family. Eight years ago, the Vlad family murdered her parents, her brothers, her uncles, her cousins. She survived because she was not home that night. Now she hunts the men who destroyed her life. She has no names. No faces. She has been chasing shadows for eight years. Fenris Vlad is the son of Dante Vlad, the man who ordered the massacre. He has spent years searching for the last heir of the Wolfe family. He does not know what she looks like. He only knows she exists. They meet by chance at a charity gala. She is there because her boss told her to network. He is there because his father ordered him to attend. Their eyes meet across the room. Something sparks between them. He pursues her. She lets him. Partly for the mission. Partly because she cannot help herself. She learns about his past slowly. His mother's death. His father's cruelty. The guilt he carries. He learns about her even slower. She has been lying for eight years. She is careful. But the truth has a way of slipping out. When Raven discovers that Fenris was present during her family's massacre, her world shatters. She walks away. He hunts for her. He finds her. The truth comes out. Dante Vlad orders her death. Fenris chooses her over his father. He kills Dante to save her. The story ends with Fenris walking away from the empire. They leave the city together. They start a new life. No contracts. No threats. Just love. The Last Wolfe is approximately 105,000 words. Dark romance. Mafia. Enemies to lovers. Adult content.
View MoreSleep would not come.Raven lay on the couch at Sasha's apartment, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her phone clutched in her hand. The screen was dark. The messages had stopped. But she knew they would start again. The silence was worse than the words. It was waiting. It was patient. It was watching.Sasha was asleep on the armchair across the room, her head tilted back, her mouth slightly open. She had stayed awake as long as she could, but exhaustion had finally claimed her. Raven did not blame her. She wished she could sleep too. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw the figure. The hood. The dark car. The text.You cannot hide from me.She sat up. She walked to the window. She pulled the curtain aside. The street was empty. No cars. No figures. No shadows. Just the flickering streetlight and the silent buildings.She let the curtain fall. She walked back to the couch. She lay down. She closed her eyes.The phone buzzed.She grabbed it. Her heart pounded. A new message. From t
The morning came too fast. Raven woke to the sound of Fenris moving around her apartment. She opened her eyes. He was already dressed. Dark suit. Tie. His hair was combed back. He looked like a different person. Like the man she had met at the gala. Cold. Controlled. Distant. He was packing a small bag. She sat up. "You are leaving." "I have to." "When will you be back?" "Tomorrow. Maybe the day after." "Fenris." He stopped. He turned to face her. His gray eyes were soft. "I do not want to go." "Then do not." "I have to. It is business. My father built this empire, and I have to keep it running. At least until I figure out what to do with it." She got out of bed. She walked toward him. She stopped in front of him. "I do not like this." "I know." "I do not like being alone." "You will not be alone. I will call you. I will text you. I will be back before you know it." "Promise?" "Promise." He reached out. His hand touched her face. His thumb traced h
The morning was quiet. Too quiet.Raven sat on the couch, her knees pulled to her chest, a cold mug of coffee in her hands. She had not touched it. She could not drink. Her stomach was tight. Her mind was racing. The conversation with Dante replayed in her head over and over. His cold voice. His empty eyes. The way he had said her name like it was a threat.Fenris paced in front of her. Back and forth. Back and forth. His hands were clenched. His jaw was tight. He had not slept. Neither had she. They had lain in bed together, but neither of them had closed their eyes. The weight of Dante's threat hung over them like a storm cloud."He threatened you," Fenris said. His voice was low. Rough."I know.""He sat you down in his house and told you he would make you disappear.""I know.""And you want me to do nothing?""I want you to think.""I have been thinking. That is all I have been doing. And every time I think, I get angrier."He stopped pacing. He turned to face her. His gray eyes w
The morning was quiet. Too quiet.Raven sat on the couch, her knees pulled to her chest, her phone in her hand. Fenris was beside her, his arm draped over her shoulders, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her arm. They had not spoken much since the night before. There was nothing left to say. Everything had been said. Everything had been broken. Everything had been rebuilt.But the silence was not peaceful. It was waiting.She knew something was coming. She could feel it. The air was thick with it. The calm before the storm.Her phone buzzed.She looked at the screen. An unknown number. She hesitated. She almost did not answer."Raven."The voice on the other end was smooth. Calculated. Familiar. She had only heard it once before, but she would never forget it.Dante Vlad.Her blood ran cold. Her hand tightened around the phone."Mr. Vlad.""I would like to invite you to dinner tonight. At my home. There is something we need to discuss.""Discuss?""Yes. About my son. About your relati
The call came on a Thursday evening, three days after the office visit. Raven was sitting on her couch, still in her work clothes, a glass of wine in one hand and a cold slice of pizza in the other. She had been staring at the wall for an hour. Her phone buzzed. An unknown number. She almost ignor
The morning had started like any other. Raven sat at her desk, staring at a spreadsheet that refused to make sense, her coffee cold and bitter in the cup beside her keyboard. The office was quiet, the usual hum of conversation muted by the early hour. She had been here since seven, trying to catch
The coffee shop was small and narrow, wedged between a laundromat and a shuttered bookstore on a street that had seen better days. The windows were streaked with condensation, and the air inside smelled like roasted beans and stale pastry. A bell jingled overhead every time the door opened, which w
Raven Wolfe sat on her couch, her laptop open on the coffee table, a stack of old case files spread across the floor. The apartment was dark except for the glow of the screen and the faint light filtering through the window from the streetlamp outside. It was past midnight. She had been at this for
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