All Chapters of The Wolfless Heiress & The Mafia Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The silver moon hung low over the Draven woods, casting long, pale shadows through the trees.Lucian moved through the dark without a sound. He had forbidden the guards from coming anywhere near this sanctuary, a secluded cottage hidden behind a thick wall of silver roses. It was the only place in the territory where he was not an Alpha burdened by a crown. He was simply a man in love.He pushed the door open.Mira turned at the sound. The candlelight caught the soft edges of her face, and her expression immediately relaxed. "You came."Lucian crossed the room in three quick strides. He pulled her against his chest, careful of her heavily swollen belly, and rested his hand over their unborn child. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her lips, pressing softly, as though trying to anchor her image in his memory before the world ripped her away.Mira rested her forehead against his chest, feeling the frantic heat of his bond. "You look troubled. What happened?""I told th

Twenty years later, Arabella Draven had grown up.But Alpha Lucian Draven still could not bring himself to look at his daughter.From the moment Mira died, something inside him had changed.He could not separate the child from the woman he had lost.To Lucian, Arabella had become a painful reminder of the day his fated mate died.The child he should have loved became, in his grief, the reason he had lost the woman he had loved more than anything.So he gave Arabella to someone he trusted.A midwife in the Omega quarters named Elara.Elara had been there when Arabella was born. She had held her when she cried through the night. She had fed her, dressed her, protected her, and watched her grow.Everything Arabella needed was sent to the Omega quarters.Clothes, food, books and more.Anything the Alpha deemed necessary for his daughter.But never himself.Arabella grew up knowing that she was the Alpha's daughter, yet rarely seeing the Alpha himself.She only saw Lucian once in a blue mo

Arabella ran.She didn't know how long she had been running.Her body screamed with every step, but she refused to stop.The forest swallowed her.Tall trees towered above her, their branches blocking the moonlight. Thorny vines scratched her skin, and her bare feet stumbled over roots and stones.But something was guiding her.Her wolf.For the first time, Arabella could feel it clearly.A powerful presence surged through her veins.Left.She turned.A strange warmth spread through her body.Keep going.She obeyed.Whenever she nearly fell, that presence steadied her.Whenever she became lost, it pulled her toward another path.It wasn't simply awake anymore.It was protecting her.Arabella's breathing became ragged.“Who are you?” she whispered inside herself.No answer came.Only that powerful presence.Then,voices.Arabella froze.Men were somewhere ahead.She quickly stepped behind a tree.Too late.Several armed men emerged from the darkness.They wore black clothing and moved

Arabella blinked, her mind spinning in a cloud of exhaustion and terror.Find out? Find out what?Why did this stranger talk in cryptic mysteries? What could he possibly know about her when she didn't even know herself? Every time he looked at her, his eyes burned with an intense, haunting familiarity, as if he were staring at someone he had known for a lifetime.Yet, beneath her confusion lay a suffocating layer of fear.The aura radiating off this man was oppressive, heavy, dark, and predatory. During the long, agonizing drive in the back of the truck, the guards had whispered about their master in hushed, terrified tones. They spoke of a ruthless Don who showed no mercy, a hybrid ruler who executed enemies without a second thought. Standing in his massive, dimly lit study, she was painfully aware that she was at the complete mercy of a monster.A tremble started in her knees and spread through her entire body. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over her bruised cheeks."I... I k

The silence between them stretched thin and fragile, like a wire about to snap.Arabella stood frozen beside the giant canopy bed, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The small boy standing by the open balcony doors looked no older than six, but the intense, suffocating authority radiating off his tiny frame belonged to a seasoned mob boss.Leo Leone’s dark hair was neatly slicked back, matching his tailored miniature suit. His sharp eyes, an icy, piercing shade of hazel, swept over Arabella from head to toe, lingering on her bruised face, matted hair, and dirt-stained rags. His jaw was set in a hard, cruel line that was a terrifying carbon copy of Don Dante’s."Who are you?" Leo demanded. His voice was small, but his tone was laced with pure, unfiltered arrogance. "And why are you in my father’s wing?"Arabella swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a cautious step back against the velvet headboard. "I... My name is Arabella. Your father... Don Dante allowed m