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His dark eyes bored into mine as he commanded, “When I speak, you look at me.” My heart pounded against my chest. I despised being controlled, despised everything about the Mafia’s twisted rules. But tell me why this type of dominance aroused me? Fuck. Am I losing my mind? “I’m the bride’s sister,” I blurted out. And as if my words had ignited something dark in him, he tightened his fingers around my chin, his eyes narrowing like a storm. “Alma Martelli,” he groaned. The rage and hatred that replaced the mysterious look in his eyes told me that I shouldn’t be speaking with this man.

And I’m not passing the test. The truth? Lucas and I are not doing well at all. And, if I’m honest, I’m only here because he insisted. But no one needs to know that. “Your father is arriving. He went out, but he said he was already on his way,” she comments. Lucas seems excited. “You’re going to love meeting my dad, Sofia. He’s amazing.” My hand tightens on the napkin in my lap. I smile. The truth is, I might not be that excited to meet Dante Moretti. The mafia king that Lucas’s family doesn’t even try to hide.

“What are you doing here, Emma? Is this your idea of revenge? Seducing my father because you couldn’t have me?” The words cut sharper than he realized. Emma’s breath caught, but she refused to let him see her wounded. She lifted her chin, meeting his glare head-on. “Revenge would mean you still mattered enough to plan it,” she said coldly. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Lucas’s eyes darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. “You—” “That’s enough.” Adrian’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried authority that silenced them both instantly. He finally stood, and the room shifted with him. He wasn’t just Adrian anymore. He was the Alpha King.

“She wanted to stay with me for the rest of her life. She saw a future with me.” My voice cracked, as I became completely numb and hollow inside. “I was so sure of it…” 22 ADRIAN “Maybe it just became too much for her to handle. The thought of being with a mafia man,” Matteo murmured. “I mean, seriously Adrian? Did you really think it was ever going to work? That a simple bar waitress was going to pick up and leave everything behind… For an Italian fucking Capo? Our world, everything we know… It’s completely different from hers.”

“And he did not talk about continuing our packbinding “Alright,” Father said as he rose and walked over to me. “The pack binding will continue,” Father declared with certainty. Sophia, you understand what’s at stake here. This Mafia alliance is crucial for our family and our pack. You will reject the Alphas so we can proceed with a more organized agreement,” he said, his large frame towering over me. I was stunned, my father was really asking me to reject my mates just so my sisters could have them. “No!” I responded firmly. The strength of my reply, and how confidently I said it, took everyone by surprise, myself included.

“Though they would hate that you had to stand here like this.” I inhaled slowly. “That is why I came to you.” His gaze sharpened. “Speak.” “My uncle has demanded my father’s Mafia empire,” I said plainly. “He believes blood alone gives him the right.” A dangerous glint flashed in the Alpha King’s eyes. “Matteo,” he muttered. “I hoped grief would keep him buried longer.” I clenched my fists. “Papá hated him. I know that much. But I don’t know who my father wanted as his successor. I don’t want the Mafia business but I will not give it to a man my father despised.”

OLANDRIA The pull between us was stronger than ever. Insanely strong. I still couldn’t believe Alpha Lorenzo was mine. That my father’s best friend was actually my mate. My heart thudded in my chest, threatening to burst out. I inhaled deeply and slowly let my feet slip from his waist, my legs falling open. His thumb grazed along the edge of my panties, brushing over my clit like a whisper. I moaned, leaning back on my hands and spreading my legs wider for him. I didn’t want him to doubt for a second how badly I wanted this… how badly I wanted him.

But here I was. The chamber itself was dripping with power—velvet drapes, gold-etched wood, the king and queen perched like vultures waiting for someone to bleed. The Alpha Council lined in rows, a wall of judging eyes. Wolfgang, the wolf I’d happily strangle with my bare hands, lounged like this was some kind of theater show. And right in front of me? Beta Whiteland—her supposed father—beaming like a proud stage dad who just watched his daughter nail the lead role. And the worst part? She was nailing it.

“You can’t ask me to bring her there. I gave you everything eighteen years ago — my wolf trait, my bloodline, my wife—” “And still,” Elena interrupted, “you still owe us a child. You failed to bring us Luna then, so you’ll bring us the other one.” Dad’s eyes widened. “What other one?” Elena’s grin deepened. “Jeanette’s missing child, of course — Fiona.” My heart stopped. Fiona? Another child? Dad stumbled backward, confusion flooding his face. “You’re insane… there is no other child.” “Believe what you will,” Elena hissed. “But the full moon draws near. You have three days, Isaac. Find the girl, or Luna’s body will be torn apart from within.”

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."