Novelas y relatos de Alpha Mafia

Chioma brought her hands out for a shake when Dev quickly added. "He is not Mister. He is an Alphason" "Then I apologize, Alphason Black…"Chioma Started to say but I Interrupted her. "Please, ignore my friend, just call me Ari and I will call you Chioma. And the gentleman with no manners is Liam Tornado-jack of the Astoria's Quakers pack and this is my Betason, Devora and the gentleman over there is…" "Alpha Caleb of the Rainmoon pack, isn't that right?" Dev beat me to it.

Immediately the door was slammed shut, Roman turned to look at Jamie, "Azazel's family used to be the head of the Mafia. Grandfather took over when he got to the human world." "You know, Werewolves crave dominance and he made the mafia his pack. Now, Azazel wants to rule the mafia." Roman explained. On the other hand, Jamie was a bit surprised, she had been trying to get Azazel to meet her, so they could talk. However, he had been evading her. Also, all the plans she had set up to catch him never worked. Seeing Jamie in deep thought, Roman continued, "We can't let him rule the mafia. It's our territory." He said, with so much resoluteness.

I sat down with sets of glaring eyes staring at me especially that of my father and brother. " we are here to try Amelia the daughter of beta Jonathan, Amelia do you know what your offense is?" a bald headed man asked,oh I am still considered his daughter, wonderful! I didn't have any offense, I didn't do anything but I couldn't say that aloud, I just replied " No sir" " Well since Amelia claims she doesn't know of her offense, please Beta Dennis help her remember" the bald headed man said, Dennis giving me a smirk before standing up

, Adalina added scowling at me. “Alright”, said Father as he stood up and walked to where I stood. “All this is simple, Rose my dear daughter, you do understand what is at stake here. This Mafia alliance is very important to this family. So on behalf of me and your sisters I demand that you reject the Alphas so that a much organized agreement can take place”, Father said as he stood towering over me with his huge body.

“You know what the Council does to witches. Especially those born from rogue lines.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “She’s not a witch. She’s my Luna.” “Doesn’t matter,” Rafe snapped. “She burned through a blood-sealed bond. Killed a rogue Alpha with magic older than anything this pack’s seen. You think they’ll sit back and let her rise unchecked?” Kael growled, low and threatening. “If they come for her, they come through me.” Rafe stared at him. “You’d go to war for her?”

"Come on, you want to put Bella in harm's way, don't you? And yet, you can't even manage something as simple as this. Give him a higher dose, get it? Slip it into his food or liquid, but keep in mind this time, tell the omega to administer it directly to Rick." "Affirmative, Alpha," I replied once more, dipping my head even though he couldn't see me The phone call was over. I sat paralysed, the phone dropping from my hand as I slumped into the chair, soaked in icy sweat. My gut knotted. That was Alpha Alfred - half-brother to Alpha Rick. He had hated Alpha Rick almost as long as I'd hated Bella. The project started, as Alpha Alfred had learned that the Alpha King was going to the Redwood Pac

"You deserve the truth, Camila, even the parts of it that are going to make you hate me all over again." I studied him for a long beat, weighing five years of relentless journalism against the fragile thing sitting between us. "What are you," I finally asked, keeping my voice deadpan. "Really. Not the corporate club captain version. All of it." "Alpha," he said simply, the word carrying an ancient, heavy weight that made the small kitchen feel suddenly microscopic. "Of the Marques pack. Third generation to hold Lisbon territory, though our presence here goes back considerably further than that, woven into this city and this club longer than most people would believe."

"Sure, my dad’s got some old-school ideas about the mafia world, but come on, Rapha—your beast has that cool but dangerous alpha vibe going for it anyway. His wolf will totally love you once his eyes see past the messy ink and dark mascara." Despite Hailee’s sweet words, my mind isn't taking any loose chances tonight—my wolf needs to dial down the tracker bait. Now that my secret identity as the master strategist Alpha Rosa is out in the open hall, walking around the pack lines like a glowing neon sign isn't smart for my bloodline. And dragging Hailee into unwanted mafia crossfires? That is completely off the table.

The only time he'd go out was when he had to eat or when Adrian came to drag him out to play. "His name is Alpha Alfonso and he was the third recorded Alpha of the Blue moon pack. I'm pretty sure you've heard of them, right?" he asked. "Well, I heard about them but I honestly don't know much about them. The only thing I clearly remember is that they went extinct because half of them were killed by some other pack," Amelia replied.

a rough voice from the back uttered. “Who said that!?” Mathias yelled out – offended that anyone would have the audacity to speak of the supreme alpha in such a manor. “Well, it’s the truth!” the voice coming up along side Mathias. He was tall, big, muscular and with scars alongside his body transparent through his shirt. He looked terrifying and I stepped back feeling his wolf just under the surface. “Alpha Mazon – you’re are here early” Mathias addressed the rough voice without reacting to anything else coming out of the man’s mouth even though it was clear that he was infuriated of the words spoken about the supreme.