روايات وقصص ضمن My Mafia Fiances Alpha Father

Her grip on my hand tightened slightly, and she took a shaky breath before speaking. “Albert,” she said, her voice trembling, “there’s something you need to know... I should have told you from the moment I met you, but I still hadn't figured out how to tell Mia... Then tonight happened and, well, it just seems like it's going to come out sooner rather than later." "What is it?" She took a deep breath. "Mia's father... is the don of the Napoli mafia..." She glanced at me. "You don't seem shocked. Did she tell you?"

I shook my head, "No..." "What is it now? Did you find out that I'm in the Mafia too?" "Uhn?" I turned to Bella, confused. "That is what you kept blabbing on about yesterday when you got drunk, and I wasn't sure if I was to believe that or blame it on excessive alcohol." "He is indeed in the Mafia." "Who? Your dad?" "Him too, but that guy, my dad's best friend, he's the leader." "What? Are you being for real?"

“If your father wanted-” The moment that one word left his mouth, the young Alpha jabbed the knife into his shoulder again, causing him to let out a pained grunt again. “I know I said it before. That mutt is not my father, nor will he ever be,” Christian warned. Recovering somewhat, hissing as he tried to steady his breathing, Retchet uttered out, “A-Apologies, milord… I misspoke. If ‘my Alpha’ wanted to have you in his home, he would have already done so, before you formed the mafia.”

When my siblings saw me like this, disgust was written all over their faces. I fetched water myself and cleaned my wounds. I'd just finished bandaging them when Adrian, Damian's estranged father, suddenly showed up. He stormed straight into my room, and the moment he saw my injuries, he whirled around and slapped Damian across the face. "You treat your own daughter like this and you still think you deserve to be Alpha?" "You better give me a damn good explanation today, or I'm not letting this go!"

I shouted. "Yeah," he murmured, lifting me effortlessly into his arms, possessive and unyielding. "We'll let a doctor decide." I struggled, but suddenly, my strength was gone. He carried me out like something precious, something stolen back from death. Behind us, his men stared in disbelief. Caden Wayne—Alpha, mafia king, executioner—had never cared for anyone. He stopped once, turning back with eyes like a drawn blade. "Take care of her," he ordered, gesturing toward Carrie.

“He’s just being a polite business partner, Hubbard. Offering a client a ride. Normal pack etiquette.” Hubbard rolled his eyes. Polite? Peter? You’re delusional. In the silence of the Range Rover, I finally spoke. “Peter.” He wore a faint, indifferent smile. “What happened to 'Alpha Draven'?” I fumbled for words. “Peter, my father thinks I’m just a rising lawyer from a loyal house. I don’t want people thinking I’m using... connections for special treatment.” He remained silent, the power of his presence filling the small space. “Tell me,” he finally said, his eyes drifting to my reddened neck. “When did you start drinking like a veteran Enforcer?”

“She is here with Federico’s father” That old imp, he still knows his way around town? When my father was alive, he was father’s friend and the alpha of a small pack but I hated him. He never pretended to like me and I never pretended to like him either. When father died, he wanted to make his son the mafia head forgetting about hierarchy but I made sure to show him first hand what it meant to be the alpha of the biggest pack there is and also the leader of the family. “Your enemies are already coming”

As if that was not all, my sister, the precious jewel of the family, the only female alpha, mysteriously fell sick with a serious illness. Unfortunately, it was the time that my father, who is the alpha of my pack, owed a ridiculous amount of money to the mafian king. A notorious and feared mafia lord. Having no way to pay back such money in a short time, my whole pack was plunged in fear of what the mafian king might do to us. but when it looked like we were going to be doomed, a message was sent by the mafia king. A loophole meant to free us from the wrath of the mafia king, but only on one condition.

Nothing good ever started with we need to talk. I sat. My hands lay on my thighs shaking slightly. Papa took a deep breath. The barrister placed a hand on his shoulder gently urging him to speak. Elena my father began your mother was not just anyone before she met me. She was the daughter of a powerful man in Russia. My heart stopped. A mafia man Papa continued. A dangerous one. She ran away from that world. She wanted a different life. A kind and peaceful life. She fell in love with me here and we tried to build a life far from them.

" But, you behave like Marcus, he always did occupy a great deal of physical space before he spoke. It is a common trait among the western Alphas. They mistake density for authority." Devon didn't pull against his chains. His jaw remained a hard, unyielding line, his eyes locked onto the King's pale face. "The man who raised me is the Alpha King of Silver Ridge. And he is my father in every way. He isn't a servant of your chancery, Alaric. And I am not a line item on your tax roll."