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I love her and will forever love only her. "How many years has it been since you have been ruling the pack as alpha?" Father asked, his voice strong and full of rage, and I remained quiet, kept my eyes down in submission, and continued to remain on my knees. "It hasn't been that long, and you are already tossing our family name to the mud. What kind of an alpha are you? You have no self-control! You cheated on your fiancé on your wedding day with a bitch who claims to be her sister, and the worst of all is that you set the poor girl up, making the whole pack go against her. Was this the kind of alpha I trained you to be?!" I flinched at Father's words but remained silent, my body stiffening

~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.

"Here, sit down Kiah. It's time we had a discussion about your future." "I need you to go on a mission....You're my most trusted person. " This wasn't what she'd expected which caused to sit stiffly staring at her father. Head whirling, she anticipated what he would say next and lifted a hand to stop him, but he ignored her saying, "I know you want to stop going on missions, I mean dangerous missions but you have to do this for me." Kiah's chin came up and her eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you but I don't want to embark on dangerous missions anymore papa."

he began slowly, his voice fully edged with old, painful scars, “my father intensely trained me to be strong and ruthless. To eventually be an Alpha leader. He was hard and strict on me, yes, but he truly cared deep down. He desperately wanted me completely ready for the harsh world. My mom? She wasn’t like that at all. She ruthlessly left us—left me and Dean—for another powerful Alpha. She openly wanted power and status much more than family. She carelessly ran off without ever looking back at us.” His voice dropped even lower, colder now and emotionless. “Now that the hateful man she ran away with is truly dead, she’s actively crawling back to us. She’s aggressively acting like she perfect

“Adultery isn’t accepted here in Phantom Moon, Alyssa. You think you know everything about Dante and me, but you don’t. He is an Alpha. He is bigger and greater than anyone you have ever met, and he treated me with more respect in a few days than you and your pack did in 18 years. So, I won’t stand here and let you speak ill of him, not after everything he’s done, not after the way he has treated me. You are the one who’s wrong here, Alyssa. Not me. Not Dante.”

not father, not the members of the Bloodfangs park, not the council members who turned their faces away when I needed them the most. A time was coming when they all would have to bow down to me, the time when they all would acknowledge me as their head, the one who had their lives in his palm, the time when no one could dare call me the son of a concubine, the illegitimate son. I will not rest until that day comes. In the long run, I'd given up on that that vision, sat back and wondered if being a rogue was all I could ever amount to, if it was fine for me to forgive father and move on with my life, but mother came along, she found me and made me remember all the Alpha had made me go throug

“Something public. Something tied to mafia politics. Something that makes her look dangerous instead of pitiful.” My blood ran cold. “That could get her killed.” Terra shrugged. “Or exiled. Or locked away. Either way, she disappears.” I stared at the woman I was supposed to marry. “Marcus will retaliate,” I said. “Let him,” Terra snapped. “My father is the mafia king. He won’t dare.” That was when I understood. Marcus had never been bluffing. Terra had never believed in me. She had only believed in power. “You’re wrong,” I said quietly.

Marissa panted, “I can’t afford to…” “Don’t worry,” the man interrupted, “You’re a good fuck, but that’s it. Children are out of the question. Not to mention I don’t want to be found out either,” he snapped, "the alpha will kill me if he finds out I've fucked you."

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

For a moment, all I could hear was my heart thumping against my rib cage. “No!” I swallowed hard. “It's not true. My father would never sell me.” Androa pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. A video clip of my father in his office played. Photos of me sprawled on the desk. ‘Please, Mr. Morvanti. Marry my daughter and I’ll give you my life savings.’ ‘How much are we looking at?’ ‘Half a million.’ My chest collapsed inward. A wispy cry escaped me. Something I had never heard myself make before.