Owned M Never Novels & Stories

"Move the car tracking to a private line. If Nikolai's security team starts looking at these same streets, I want to know first." She hung up, leaving the office completely quiet. Three miles south, the black sedan sat at the curb of Elm Street, just outside the glow of the salon sign. Noah sat in the back seat in the shadows. His coat was open, his tie loosened. On his lap, his phone was face-up, the glass cold against his hand. He looked out the window. The street was empty and wet from the rain. Through the glass doors of the salon, he could see the back tables were unlit, but one light was still on by the register.

Dad added and I tensed. I knew that Alpha David had killed himself soon after Dad and Mom rescued me. Before the Council could get him. I also knew that the Council and my new pack had kept me a secret for my own safety so my old pack still thought that I had been killed with the Luna. I knew that they couldn't keep me a secret forever. Now seemed like as good as time as any. Matilda had declared that my Omega training was complete last year. I could fight as well as most of our warriors and I was grown now.

She instead looked at the man who owned her heart, ignoring the pain that overfilled her, and said, "Ok."

A M A R A "You know where my family is?" I interrogated. The man named Laurens nodded. "We might. Casey, Esme, Dannika, and I recently attended business in Italy. When we arrived, we were greeted by a man named Erik. Before Erik left us, he received a call, and the contact on the phone read Giovanni Hale." Casey cut in, "We know it's a long shot, but Erik works in the underground fighting business, and it's highly unlikely that he would receive a call from someone who wasn't involved in the same business."

" Dad added and I tensed. I knew that Alpha David had liked himself soon after Dad and Mom rescued me . Before the council could get him. I also knew that the council and my new pack had kept me a secret for my own safety so my old pack still thought that I had been killed with the Luna. I know that they couldn't keep me a secret forever. Now it seemed like as good as time as any. Matilda had declared that my omega training was completely las year. I could fight as well as most of our warriors and I was grown now.

However, I was exhausted too. With all these people watching, I couldn't bring myself to beg anymore, no matter how desperate I might have been before. "Molly is young and innocent. I really care about her. She's not like you. I don't want to hurt her, so I need to make things official with her," he said. I could hear the seriousness in Caesar's tone and see the way he looked at Molly with genuine affection. Even though I'd tried to prepare myself, it still stung when reality hit.

“That’s the only place she bleeds.” Matteo cleared his throat, holding out a small device, a tablet cracked down the middle. “There’s more, Don. We intercepted a transmission out of Zurich. Your name’s been scrubbed from all seven offshore accounts. Everything, properties, trust funds, shell companies and now ownership is listed under Z.M. Holdings.” Raven’s stomach dropped. “Zane Morreau.” Jaxon’s silence was confirmation enough. Matteo hesitated. “He’s liquidating assets, too. Moving them into weapons shipments, tech stocks, even...”

Carter pointed at his old pack, I barked remembering her attack in the school. Wanting to do more, my father spoke heavily, “then Carter, John, and Jonathan you three will remain in the working environment latter an omega will take you to your new rooms to which you will permanently live, and Alpha of Silver Half Moon Pack,” we all looked at a nervous Alpha Vincent, “you will remain under the watchful eyes of my wolf Wanda.” I sniffed hard at that, if I get the chance I’ll bite that Vanessa’s hand off, stupid wolf.

Not for me, not for the child I carried. When he came to my door that morning, I was already ready. Calm. Determined. “You can’t leave,” he said, voice low but dangerous. “You’re mine. And so is that baby.” I stared at him, eyes steady, heart pounding. “You don’t own me,” I said softly but firmly. “And you don’t own this life. I will raise this child on my terms, not yours.” His face twisted in fury. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t walk away!”

I listened intently, trying to understand the complexities of his empire. “As you know, I'm the most powerful and influential mafia lord in the city, not someone you fiddled with for any reason! I own and control more than half of the city! I always call the shots!” He disclosed, hitting his chest boastfully, basking in his pride. Irritated by his arrogance, glared at him and looked away. He still didn't stop. “I own the malls, the storehouses, the restaurants, the bars, the clubhouses, and other businesses! So many of them!” He continued, adding to my aggravation.