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And Luca Moretti had no intention of dying anytime soon. As he stepped into the cool night air, he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw. Time to put on the mask of the charming businessman, to hide the ruthless don that lurked beneath. It was a dance he'd perfected over the years, but tonight, for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt more suffocating than ever. Little did he know, across town, a fiery redhead was burning the midnight oil, poring over documents that would soon turn his carefully constructed world upside down. The game was about to change, and Luca Moretti had no idea what was coming for him.

I whispered out. Dalton's mother nodded sadly. "Yes, I know. But there's something else. Something you don't know - something I believe even he doesn't know." She took a sharp breath. "He's a primordial werewolf, the strongest werewolf to be ever alive nowadays. He has the most unique powers, incredible enhanced senses that are not found in us ordinary werewolves." I stared at her, completely shocked. "And he doesn't know? About his own powers…? About him being a primordial? How…?"

He had promised Bianca he’d make it up to her. Promised that today would fix everything. Still, when he glanced at the entryway and didn’t see her favorite white sneakers by the door, something cold slid down his spine. He called her. Once. Twice. Straight to voicemail. He tried again. “Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is unavailable—” Unavailable? He frowned. Maybe she turned off her phone for makeup. Maybe she was still angry about the failed marriage registrations. He grabbed his keys and left in a sharp, purposeful stride.

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

A look powerful enough to kill, that was what the people showed. As if enjoying it, he took a deep breath in and out, and let out with a loud cry. "People of Greenville. It is I Donald, and am here to warn you all to end your nonsense. No one will stop me, and yes, I am aware that most of you want nothing more than to get rid of me, however it is unfortunate to say that would never happen." Down below, where the countless graves laid, they were each marked specially by Donald. He took a deep breath and walked towards the resting place of Greenville, he signal for his body to be brought and in no time wasted, it was brought before him. "In just a little while, I will be reconnected with my bo

The door open, snapping my attention to it, my spirit dropped when John came in. I was hoping it was Marco sneaking. “Donna.” He stared, was confirming the bullshit the journalist has said. I shook my head, swallowing the thick lumps that have formed in my throat. “Where's Marco.” My voice broke, “I ask a question.” I demanded when he didn't say anything. His stare was fixed on the floor, I saw him fisting his palm and his body shook as if he were holding back his emotions. “Don is dead.” Even is voice was more broken than mine.

Wilbet hated the sight of my tears. Forcing myself to breathe, I shook my head. "That is Malcolm Laurent," he scoffed, as if the name irritated him. "A very powerful man. Some say he has affiliates with the Mafia, and you were standing there chatting with him like a damn fool." I curled my fingers into my palm, feeling my nails dig into the flesh there. Wilbet turned to me harshly, grabbing my face. "Tell me, dear wife, did you embarrass me?" I knew "embarrass" was code for Did you tell him I hit you?

“Good morning, Jayden sir. You… you have a visitor.” Jayden’s eyes narrowed. “Visitor?” Athena turned to look at him, confused. “You expecting someone?” Jayden shook his head. “No. Let them in.” The staff nodded and left. Seconds later, the door opened. And there he was. Donald. Tall. Arrogant. Wearing a smug grin like he owned the world. “Well well well… if it isn’t Jayden James Bruno,” Donald said, stepping in like he was on a red carpet. “Feels good to be in the Almighty Jayden James Bruno's office.”

Mike asked with shock. "I don't know but he said something about special one" Alexandra told them and they become quite. "What the hell that supposed to mean" Pheuk asked. "Yeah, they are just a underworld don then how the hell they can do all those things, and special one, you mean a subject one?" Win questioned. Adom rolled his eyes and grumbled something under his breath. "He's a Don, a simple Don nothing more." He spoke. "I doubt he sent her into any dream. Where did you wake up exactly?" He asked Alexnadra.

You’re going to be a looker. “I’m happy to see you’re up.” I freeze. Did I bring someone home? I don’t remember, but that was the goal. “Look, it was just a one-night stand. Let’s not make a…” I sit up and freeze again. Standing before me is my donor—and he’s very real.