Novel & Cerita Pietro Wanda

The woman who had betrayed me with her innocent act. Wanda. She was a descendant of the Crescent Moon Kingdom all along!

Wanda asked? The hostility she had shown me earlier was gone. Perhaps I could get them to be on my side? They are in this for the money, weren’t they? “What does he plan to do with me?” I forced out. Both of them turned to look at each other, as if communicating with their eyes. “Tell her, what do I care?” Cosmo shrugged like none of it was his business. Wanda sighed. “He is going to take you to his brothel in Italy and use you as a sex worker.”

Pietro said. “No one cares what happens to him as long as he’s no longer a threat to you and me, I’ve warned Maria to do her best to get him far away from the corporation if she fails her secrets will be exposed” she laughed. “Where’s Maria can I go see her?” Pietro asked. Making Rania flash her angry eyes at him, she understand Pietro’s feelings for that girl, way back she was an overweight teenager with nothing attractive about her, yet Pietro was head over heels in love with her.

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

Main branch: Marcel Delacourt, Viale Maria Cristina di savoia 16 Pontasserchio, Pisa, Italy. So he is an Italian guy.

"God. I hate to admit it, but you're completely right. From a long-term operational standpoint, the logic holds up. But—" Her voice suddenly spiked. She snapped her hand out of her hair, her fingers clenching into a tight fist at her side. "Emotionally, I absolutely loathe Wanda. And the intel makes it clear she is no innocent victim. Throwing her out is the cheapest way out of this mess, isn't it? Adelaide, doesn't your wolf think she's disgusting?" "Without a doubt," Adelaide agreed, nodding. "Incredibly toxic." "Then there you go!" Paisley's wolf let out a muffled growl.

His voice though respectful carried urgency buried deeply beneath it…Mr Pietro had served the Casa Ndrangheta for decades and he had watched blood spill across territories and have seen betrayals rise and fall like tides and he has also witnessed boys grow into monsters because of the cruel expectations of power. But even for him… this was excessive as he immediately stepped forward again, bowing slightly. “Madame Bianca… they are still young” he said pleading. Lorenzo, who remained kneeling on the floor clutching his injured hand tightly, felt his heart pound violently against his chest as sweat gathered around his forehead despite the cold atmosphere of the hall.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

I couldn’t shift because I was stuck. Alpha Leonardo didn’t protest. He shifted into his human form, standing bare before everyone. The blood of the men he has killed dripped through his body. Raising his hands in surrender, “Now, let go of her, Vogar.” His eyes narrowed. Even in his human form, he still looked like a predator. “Funny how you trust me, Brother.” Vogar squeezed my neck hard. “She is not worthy of a man like you. She has to….” His body suddenly vibrated behind me as he groaned in pain.

I mused. “That's actually more than just a little probable,” Pietro confirmed. “I even have a theory on who she truly was.” He snickered, inching back again. “There was this case where a wealthy Italian family died in a car accident. There was a rumor that a young heiress survived. As I recall, their last name was something like Ve—” A swishing sound cut off his words, and we both pulled out our guns. Pietro's eyes widened, then turned lifeless. A heartbeat later, he fell face-first to the ground, revealing a hole in a windowsill and a much larger one in the back of his head.