BETROTHED TO THE ITALIAN ALPHA MAFIA BOSS
He didn’t look like someone Daniella would willingly choose, which made the situation all the more intriguing.
“Hello, Alpha Alessandro,” the man greeted, extending his hand for a handshake. His voice was steady, with a distinct American accent that set him apart from most visitors to our community.
“Hi,” Alessandro replied curtly, shaking his hand but keeping his tone neutral. “I’m Dean,” the man continued, introducing himself with a polite nod.
I studied him carefully. Dean was far from what I imagined someone like Daniella would be drawn to. He was simple in appearance, his clothes practical and unassuming. Yet, there was something about him—a quiet strength, an unshakable confidence—that
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