Deadly Alliances Novels & Stories

"I threw her away because I was blind. And that blindness has been paid in full with my right eye. Now... I am back to reclaim what I should never have let go." Silas Vane laughed, mediating the tension between the two voracious wolves. "Hold your claws. Our enemy is the same. We are already sabotaging the human logistics and banking systems. When Alexander Sterling accidentally breaks the bones of a human senator driven mad by this intimidation... that is the moment the wolf and human associations will hunt down Vanguard." The three devils alliance has been formed. A psychotic grudge born of a broken heart, the dark obsession of a brother-in-law, and the cunning monopoly of the mafia. All e

He let out a bemused breath before taking a sip from the glass of water. The waiter came in without food and placed them on the table. I picked up the fork and poked at the grilled broccoli. "Does this alliance really need to happen?" I asked Sebas. The Salvadori family were invited to join us for brunch tomorrow and I hated the idea of having to share a meal with the family who caused my Papa's miserable death. Nausea rolled in my throat at the thought. "We have debts to pay. This alliance is not just for the money, but also to restore peace. Too many of our men lost their lives because of this war." Sebas explained, maintaining his rigid and calm disposition.

"All ruled by accidents or natural causes. But look at the dates." I studied the timeline she'd created. The deaths were spaced exactly two weeks apart. Like clockwork. "It's not just about our rejection," I said, understanding dawning. "It's bigger than that." "Much bigger. These five alphas were all part of an informal alliance. They shared information, coordinated on territorial disputes, and intermarriage agreements." She tapped the chart. "They were the old guard. Traditional pack politics." "And now they're dead." "And now they're dead." She leaned back in her chair. "But there's something else. Something that connects all of them besides politics."

The entire energy in the room shifted. Reid paused, focusing on the message. “The glitch before the message,” he muttered. “It’s telling us something.” Austin leaned closer, scribbling notes on paper. His eyes flicked between the screen and his notes before realization hit. “It’s blueprints,” he said, voice tense. “Of Atlas Holdings’ headquarters in Boston.” “Fuck,” Killian muttered, running a hand over his jaw. Drew’s smirk vanished. “Well… that’s a problem.” Logan braced his hands on the table. “That base is supposed to be secure.”

He pleaded. "That's not how it works. Tell me what you have heard about me in the streets? What did people warn you about when it came to making deals with me?" "They said never to cross the Deadly one, to do so-" he paused, shaking his head. "To do so would be a death sentence to not only you but your family. But I didn't think I couldn't pay you back. I was one win away from getting it all back. I can get it all back." I let out a low chuckle.

David asked again. “Since an alliance has been formed between us, we will naturally advance and retreat together with the Dominic family,” Elton said. “We support Mr. Elton!” “We support Mr. Elton!” The people of the Star Alliance also shouted in unison. “Got it.” David nodded. “Get lost if you understand. Otherwise, you won’t be able to if I change my mind,” Cillian said. “Since all of you are so determined, then I will send you all to hell today. You will be the burial offerings to those who died for Somerland. Lastly, let me tell you something, you will have to pay with your life if you kill someone in Somerland.”

An unspoken understanding hung in the air—that this wasn’t the end. With one last lingering glance, Alex turned and walked toward the door, his hand on the handle. But before he left, he cast a look over his shoulder, his gaze filled with something unreadable, perhaps curiosity, or perhaps something darker. As the door clicked shut behind him, I exhaled slowly, the silence filling the room once again. But I knew one thing for sure—this was far from over. It was just the beginning of a dangerous, twisted alliance.

The moment I heard that, my phone slipped from my hand. I collapsed to my knees and screamed into the line, "Dante, that’s a human life! She once paid for your education! How can you be this ruthless?!" Dante did not waver. I could even hear the sound of whiskey being poured on his end. "Sofia, don’t expect mercy for enemies. Since you chose to stand against the family, you bear the consequences. Go clarify. Don’t destroy Olivia. She’s the family’s future cash cow." In that moment, I finally understood that the man I loved was already dead. Or perhaps, he had never existed at all.

None controllable. At the center of it, a single name appeared repeatedly. Alyssa. Davin read the same report in silence. Then he laughed. “So,” he whispered. “You’ve chosen empire over escape.” His smile sharpened. “Good.” Outside the glass towers, beyond the boardrooms and shadows, Alyssa stood at the edge of something vast and ruinous—an alliance born not of loyalty, but of shared scars. She had drawn her last line of defense. And if Davin crossed it— There would be nothing left to negotiate.

Silence returned once more. Heavier than before. The alliance had worked. But it wouldn’t last. Alina leaned against the wall, catching her breath. “Please tell me that’s all of them.” Arun checked the tablet. “No.” She groaned. “Of course not.” The Ghost lowered his rifle slowly. Then turned toward Arun. “Well.” Arun met his gaze. “Yes.” The air shifted again. Different now. Sharper. More dangerous. The temporary alliance had reached its end. Lena stepped back slightly.