Alpha Mafia Novels & Stories

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

Damien POV: The air crackled with anticipation as I, Damien, the future Alpha of our wolf pack, stood tall and proud before my fellow pack members. The weight of my impending leadership rested heavily on my shoulders, but my gaze was fixed and unwavering. Years had passed since we expelled Amia, a treacherous wolf who dared to defy our ways and embrace the dark arts of magic. Today, I intended to ensure that her name would forever be struck from our memories.

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of shock breaking through her otherwise calm demeanor. "Why? Do you know something?" I pressed, desperate for answers. She lowered her gaze for a moment, her lips pressing into a thin line as if debating whether to say more. Finally, she spoke, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "It’s the Mafia." The words sent a chill down my spine, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "What?" I managed to croak, my throat suddenly dry. "You don’t know?" she said, her tone shifting to one of disbelief. "Our Alpha… he’s the head of the Sicilian Mafia."

I opened the first page with a grin. "Ah, Lady Freya, Is it?" a smooth voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see a tall, dark-haired man regarding me with a sly smile. "Rafael Kingston. The Alpha's Gamma." A werewolf Alpha always had their Gammas, someone so close to them that they shared a supernatural bond that could never be broken except death. He was like Rafe's uncle. He would probably die before he allowed any harm come to Rafe.

26 YEAR LATER: Alex, an Alpha and head of the most powerful, biggest mafia group in the city, entered the club like he owned the place. On his sides were his cousin, brother Mike, and friend Type, his two bodyguards. Alex was very capable of taking care of himself, but he knew he would always be a target.

Halfway down the stairs, Rufus calls out to me. “Something’s happened at the Blackwood memorial, causing a major deviation. We can’t blow the temple up because it’s empty,” he reports. The smile on my face fades instantly. **** Kiara: As my father walks away, I am left at the mercy of the angry pack members who are eager to devour me. Some spit on me, others slap me, all in an attempt to retaliate for betraying the Alpha. At one point, they rip my dress, and gather around me, mocking me.

“Big words from a Beta.” Heather made an appreciative “oh no he didn’t” sound. Liam smiled. “Do I look like a Beta to you?” he asked softly. Gunner’s smile faltered. Because there, in the dark, with Collin’s snarl still vibrating the air and the wards thrumming like live wire and Liam standing naked and unscarred but somehow more dangerous than any of them, even Gunner felt it. Collin Hale was Alpha. Liam carried that bite.

“Do you know who I am?” Of course, Axel knew him from the moment he’d first stepped into his bakery, he’d never forget a face—more or less the same one that pounded him mercilessly five years ago. They’d never exchanged names but Axel found out he was the leader of a pack of mafia wolves, not only had he slept with an Alpha he’d slept with a Mafia boss. But Axel didn’t share any of that. He kept his expression blank and said simply, “You’re in the headlines often enough. Levi Moretti, right?”

“What do you want with me?” He laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent chills down my spine, and took a single step closer. “You really don’t know who I am?” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “I’m Eric, Alpha of the rogues. And you, Noah, you’re the little human who’s got Enzo, the big bad Alpha, all soft and weak. How does a kid like you manage to do that, huh?”