روايات وقصص ضمن My Mafia Fiances Alpha Father

"A union that would solidify our power and ensure our survival." Katya's breath hitched beside me, but I kept my focus on our father. "What kind of union?" "Marriage," he stated plainly. "To Damian Volkov." The name sent a chill down my spine. Damian Volkov, the infamous Alpha Mafia King, known for his ruthlessness and unyielding control over the underground world. A man whose mere presence commanded fear and respect. "You can't be serious," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil brewing within.

“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.

The tension between us grew. “Just say it, Nick. What did you find?” My voice was firm, but anxiety was building up inside me. Nick took a deep breath before continuing. “Mia’s father... he’s an Alpha. Not just any pack, but from the Northern Packs.” He paused, probably waiting for a reaction, but I just kept staring at him, expecting him to get straight to the point. “Get to the point, Nick. What does this mean for us, and what do they want with Mia?”

I followed those guards, knowing where it would lead me — Travis's office, a place where he fucked me rough like an animal once. Dismissing all those bad thoughts, I sneaked around to follow them soon afterwards. The office was separated from the pack house, especially for confidentiality and other important issues that happen behind those walls. The guards all went inside Travis's office, closing the door halfway. Not having the guts to enter, I stood numb at my place, and decided to sneak a look at my father, the Alpha of Silver Wolf Pack, the Italian Mafia who is a rival to this mafia. The year passed and I didn't see my father for once. Even contacting them was strictly forbidden by Trav

" 'The First Alpha has woken up. And he wants his grandchildren.' " Who is the First Alpha, and what did he do to my father?

"Fausto is handling the documentation this morning. The summit... I spoke to two of the families from the car. Provisional agreement. The other two are the problem." "My father's allies," she said. "Your father's allies," he agreed. "They won't take my call. They've been told for five years that I'm the enemy." "They'll take mine." He looked at her briefly. "Are you sure?" "My father spent twenty years building relationships with those two families. His name still means something to them." She looked at the grey dawn. "I'll call them this morning." "And Marco's meeting tomorrow?" She had been thinking about this since Naples. "We don't stop it," she said.

Eight Elders‚ two Alphas‚ and dozens of high-ranking pack warriors stood in the floodlights‚ every single face turned upward with their mouths open in shock. "You heard him!" My voice carried down the tower with absolute‚ ringing clarity. "All of you! Every Elder‚ every Alpha‚ and every witness! Ronan Hale just confessed to the assassination of my father‚ the late Alpha King Charles!" I paused‚ letting the weight of the confession sink into the crowd below. "He also orchestrated a campaign of espionage against my pack‚ turned my wife into his puppet‚ kidnapped my fated mate‚ and threatened to murder her and my unborn child!" An icy‚ deathly silence settled over the street.

"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."

“What truly happened in the past? Please tell me the truth, Enzo.” He sighed, the sound rough and strained, his strong arm instantly slipping around me again, quickly pulling me into the comforting circle of his immense strength. “When I was a small kid,” 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 fami

Reene muttered, but obviously Anna didn't hear that, because she asked with much giddiness, “So, if that's the first guy, who's the second?” Reene had to draw in a breath before replying, “Jaxon.” That made her eyes bulge open. “The Mafia? The Mafia guy likes you?!” “Yeah.” “What?” Her hands moved to her hair in pure shock. “How? When? Why? What?!” And so Reene also explained as much was needed, watching Anna's hand move to her chest occasionally, obviously trying to get it all in.