Romans & histoires Mickey Altieri

“If I wanted to. And I can do it easily… but I need to be tempted to do so. I am curious, however, of the reason behind you setting that price over her head. You know, given everything that goes around… surely you might have other things to handle.” The silence that followed was thick. Mikhail studied my face, searching for deception, for motive. He wouldn’t find it. I never lied. I only omitted. And now, I waited for what he was going to say. “She embarrassed this pack,” he said finally. “Defied her place. She played a game that was bigger than she was, and she refused to submit or pay the price of her actions.” “As rogues do,” I agreed. “And she spilled blood within the pack.”

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

"He's a changed man, Leo. He is no longer the cousin that kidnapped me to hand me over to your archenemy." He laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Then who is he?" "The cousin that has been helping me. I'd almost certainly be dead by now without him," I replied. "Helping you do what exactly?" he asked. "Help his sister," I said. Leo stared blankly. "Max doesn't have a sister." I shook my head, "After Milo Megestanis died, his mate had an affair with a man named Roberto Benedetta and had a daughter called Milly-"

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Dante: “The fucking bastard bought Mikhail’s shares, and had him as his CEO, or in other words, puppet; that means, that we are now partners with Giovanni and Mattia, while working with a puppet of the two bastards” Leonardo said, handing me the file that just arrived “and it doesn’t seem like Mikhail would withdraw on any of his shares now that he has Giovanni by his side” “The man is sick” I said, watching as Aurora sat down to look at the two of us.

I lifted my face, full of fury, and looked straight into the eyes of the man I’d defied my father for. “I, Alpha Luca Miller, reject you as my Luna, Victoria Bianchi, for bringing neither power nor heirs to Creston Pack, and I condemn you to serve as a breeding Omega for the benefit of my people.”

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

the Sacerdote’s voice resonates, and I struggle to suppress my bitterness and disbelief. My father, in his way, only cared about himself, a trait that only began to change towards the end. As the Sacerdote continues his sermon, I scan the crowd, searching for familiar faces. Mike is there, offering me a sad smile filled with empathy. Time has etched its mark upon him, with gray hair framing his temples and wrinkles etched around his eyes. And then, my gaze lands on him. I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing.

I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father. Valerian wore a long black jacket over a waistcoat that was buttoned down. A black long-sleeved shirt underneath hugged his skin. Unlike the other black parts of the jacket, the top collar, the lapels, his cuffs, the buttons, and the center fronts of the coat were striking gold. His long black hair fell graciously on his shoulders. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing at a man that walked beside my father as he approached us. “Oh, that’s King Iyrick of Meldonis. This year’s ball will be hosted in his palace. I’m guessing he came to personally escort us to his kingdom.” Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man.