Bound To The Ruthless Alpha Mafia Novels & Stories

"For werewolves, a mate is something deeper than love. It's fate. Soul recognition. A pull that binds us on every level, emotional, physical, and spiritual. It's rare and very sacred." Tasha swallowed hard. "So why did you leave?" "Because I couldn't keep you safe back then," he said. "I'm not just an Alpha. I'm also the head of the American Werewolf Mafia. And at that time, I was in a brutal war with the Colombians. I needed allies. I made a deal with the Russian pack, their boss, Don Carlos, agreed to help if I married his daughter." "Penelope." He nodded. "So she's your fiancée?" Tasha asked, arms folding.

“It is the bond. The sacred bond. When it breaks unnaturally, it leaves a wound. And that wound can poison the heart, the mind… everything.” “He did this to himself,” Salvatore said, his voice flat. Another elder nodded. “Yes. And now the bond is haunting him. He is losing his mind.” Some of the others murmured in agreement. “That’s what he gets for rejecting the moon’s gift.” “Foolish Alpha.” “Karma is real.” I didn’t know how to feel. I just sat there, quiet. My chest felt heavy. Was I supposed to feel sorry for him? Or should I be happy that he’s finally suffering?

~VIKTOR I hated how embarrassed she looked. It made my wolf stir with anger. I did not like that someone was able to make her feel this way. I thought of punishing Luca for it. After all, he was the one who asked her to stay behind in the first place and take care of me. So he should have known to knock before barging in but he decided to be a barbarian. I could easily reach out across the room and rip his heart out right where he stood. . . But I still needed Luca and he's been the most loyal to me since I took the title of Alpha and Mafia Don.

Back then, the Bancroft Syndicate was everywhere in the headlines, especially after Gregory Bancroft, Sebastian’s father and the former head, died in a tragic accident. Her father had explained that, yes, the Bancroft Syndicate was a mafia organization, but unlike what most people assumed, they didn’t operate through outright illegal means. Instead, they functioned as a powerful, highly secretive elite group, controlling business empires, politics, and financial systems through legal yet morally gray methods. As she grew older, she heard more about them. Many feared the Bancroft family, and no one dared cross them. Some even whispered about people who had mysteriously disappeared after going

Chapter Five: Into the Lion’s Den Luna’s head spun as she stood in Dante’s grand office, trying to process his words. “Enemies?” she repeated, her voice faint. “What do you mean, your world isn’t safe?”Dante stepped closer, his gaze fixed on her. “I mean exactly what I said. I have rivals—dangerous ones—who would do anything to bring me down. If they find out about you and the baby, you become a target. I won’t let that happen.”Luna’s heart pounded in her chest. A target? This wasn’t the life she’d imagined for herself—or her child. “This… this is insane! I don’t belong in your world, Dante.”“You didn’t choose it,” he said firmly. “But now you’re in it. And whether you like it or not, I’ll p

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.

His eyes darted back and forth from Damien and me, but his body looked as though it was frozen in place. “Let him go,” I said again, my tone never changing. “You aren’t allowed to touch either of us. So, release him.” With reluctance, he released his hold on Damien, letting him drop to the floor. The Alpha stood in place, staring down at Damien with a hidden threat in his eyes. I heard Xaden and Harley both inhaling a deep breath and the light chuckles of Zach in the background. “How did you do that?” The Alpha asked, turning to look at me. “You used an Alpha command on me; one I could not break. How is that possible??”

Thoughts about him still filled my mind and I was there, for hours, probably, when I started to hear again and I managed to see, even though it was blurry. “I can’t believe he would do this to her. She might be a hybrid omega, but she still doesn’t deserve this, at all.” I heard a woman say from a distance and I blinked, hoping it would make my vision clearer, and thanks to the goddess, it did. I heaved a sigh of relief as I stared at the rest of them, and of course, they had to be gossiping. “You heard he is a mafia alpha. What do you expect? That he’d go low on the woman?” A man asked, and I blinked as I gasped, in pain.

Almano said cockingly as he looked at his son with so much admiration. He had failed in protecting his wife and promised to make sure his son doesn't make the same mistake. Being a Mafia boss meant he had a lot of enemies who sought to kill him or harm whatever he held dearly. His wife fell a victim to his enemies and he still regrets it to this point so he tried his best to make sure his son doesn't. At age 10 he had taught Alberto how to fight and defend himself. At 12, he taught him how to pull the trigger and how to think like a Tyrant.

While I scraped the forest for food and stayed on the lookout, she took the risk of stealing clothes and essentials from any store she could find on foot. But when I least expected it, she disappeared in the middle of the night. Her familiar scent as well as the scent of another was present there when I woke up, but no matter how far I followed, I never caught up to them. The only thing left of her was the necklace she had always been clutching close to her chest. Again...another bond had been burnt. It took days to find others like me and years to become their 'ruthless' Alpha as well as the 'devil' mafia lord.