Bound To The Ruthless Alpha Mafia Novelas e Histórias

“If something happens and he finds out she isn’t a whore, your dead.” “Yes sir, I will make sure she is safe.” He said before leaving with the girl. Now back to being a stupid puppet for Don, Ryan loved fooling Bobby into thinking he was a chump. Ryan was the Alpha for a while, Bobby didn’t know that though, he like Bobby playing in the dark. “So, what’s next Ryan?” another member of the mafia asked.

They were packless beasts relying on themselves to survive, unless. Now that Maddox concentrated, he picked up the unmistakable stench of testosterone. The rogue is an Alpha! This means that this attack has been carried out by a pack. The rogues must have united and formed their own family. Falling limp in the rogue Alpha's jaws, Mikhail desperately hoped Elena was coming. What he was going to do would probably kill him if he didn't have back up. Taking a deep breath to brace himself against the pain, Mikhail forcefully twisted his neck, tearing his own skin as he clamped onto the rogue Alpha's shoulder, biting in as hard as his jaws could, and feeling his teeth touch bone. But the rogue did

Luca stepped into the chamber bloodied, unbowed, eyes burning silver. Every council member recoiled. “So this is where you hide,” he said quietly. “Luca,” Aria breathed. He crossed the room in seconds and stopped before her. They did not touch. They did not need to. The bond surged again and this time it did not connect them. It expanded. Councilors cried out as visions slammed into them. The city burning under past tyrants. Bloodlines rising and falling. The first Alpha Mafia kneeling not to kings but to a woman crowned in shadow and fire.

I hated that I was jealous of a dead woman, hated the pettiness of it, the futility. Mira, however, sat steady as stone, as if the story she told was just fact, not a blade driven between my ribs. “That is why Alpha allows me to handle such things,” she said gently, her tone carrying neither pride nor shame—just simple truth. “Not because I am trusted in my own right, not because of any particular skill or loyalty I’ve demonstrated, but because I was once her hands.” Her words hung in the air, sharp and honest and devastating in their clarity.

Both of the head bodyguards only looked at Devlin and Lucy with wide mouths as they knew about werewolves and also knew that killing more than 20 werewolves is impossible but then they shouldn’t forget the power of Alpha. They just nodded their head and started to clean the mess that their boss and lady boss had created. Lucy smiled at them sensing that they are not threatened. When they both leave the place, Lucy looked at her mate who is already looking at her. She knows both of them. One man is always around Devlin in the office and another one she saw at the mafia building. “Almost everyone around you knew that you’re an Alpha and also a mafia don, isn’t it?” She asked as she noticed the

were, they wanted the journal, and they wouldn’t stop until they had it. “You think I’m afraid of your little games?” Luca said, his voice cold. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” The rogue chuckled weakly. “Oh, I know exactly who I’m dealing with. The so-called Bound Alpha. The golden boy destined to save us all.” He spat on the ground, his expression twisting with disdain. “You’re just a pawn, Moreau. And when the time comes, you’ll see just how expendable you really are.”

He says, and I drop my eyes from his to the floor. "Alpha Ben, why do you care? You let your pack disrespect me, beat me, and even you call me a mutt. Why would you care if some prick puts his hands on me? You don't care when it is your omegas doing it." My attitude slips past, but he doesn't seem to take offense. For a man who runs the Northern packs and the mafia, he lets a lot of things slide. For me, anyway. I've heard a lot of gruesome stories about his jobs before. He is silent for a long time, scanning my body and my face. "Daliah, I need you to take off your clothes."

They bound my wrists in silver-lined restraints. The Alpha didn’t even attend the capture. I was presented to him like merchandise. And that’s exactly what I became. The Alpha’s name was Marzouk. He was the most feared and had the biggest pack in the Arab continent. He had a betrothed whose name was Athire. A future Luna from another powerful bloodline. It was a political alliance. Wolves in this continent never believe in fate. They marry their bloodline to preserve the power and the bloodline.

Suddenly, Tatia’s expression sobered as she closed her eyes, murmuring under her breath. “I sense dark omens, Alpha” she said softly. “Expect blood on the borders soon.” Lucien stiffened. “Adrian.” She nodded. “On a brighter note, the bond between you is ripe,” she said, opening her eyes and looking at me. “Ripe enough to break.” My heart skipped. “Wait... what?” “Yes,” she said. “The Alpha didn’t tell you why he summoned me?” I looked at Lucien who was sudden making it his personal mission to look anywhere else but at me.

Then he turned, striding back toward the throne at the end of the hall. The chains on my wrists clinked as the guards dragged me after him, but I hardly felt them. Because I knew what this meant. I was inside his pack. Inside his world. Close enough to kill him. But as I walked behind him, my scar burning, the bond pulling, one truth gnawed at me like a curse: The Alpha who killed me… was also the Alpha fate had bound me to. And I didn’t know if I could survive the war between hate and destiny.