Wagered To The Alpha Mafia King Novels & Stories

But the man didn’t answer her. He looked at the Alpha King. “You’re already compromised.” Something dark flashed in the King’s eyes. “Careful,” he warned. But the man only smiled. “Power like hers doesn’t belong to one pack,” he said. “Or one king.” Aria stepped forward, ignoring the way the Alpha King’s hand brushed her arm—a silent warning. “I’m not something to be owned,” she said, her voice steady. The man’s smile widened. “No,” he agreed. “You’re something to be fought over.”

Up on the second-floor mezzanine of the Elysium Lounge, two figures stand in the dim, velvet-draped shadows overlooking the grand lobby. Tristan Hale leans lazily against the carved stone railing, swirling a crystal glass of dark blood-wine as he watches the elevator ascend. "Well, well... look at that, Kieran. Isn't that the human girl who walked out of Silveroak Keep tonight?" Beside him, wrapped in a perfectly tailored black suit, stands Kieran Ravenscroft—the Alpha King of the mafia underworld. His features are carved from harsh, beautiful stone, his midnight hair brushed back to reveal eyes that glow like cold, molten silver.

The vision burns behind my eyes like acid. My mighty Alpha King. My devoted mate. Wrapped around a kitchen omega while I lay drugged beside them. Just a glimpse. That's all it took to shatter my world. His Alpha growl echoes in my head: "Such an obedient little omega." The same wolf who can't spend an hour away from me. Who insists on doing everything together. Who claims his Luna comes first. What a joke. Before this vision, I would have bet my life on his loyalty. I'd have laughed at anyone who suggested the Alpha King would betray his mate.

Between neon and whispered deals, between an Alpha learning restraint and a queen reclaiming her throne, Valentine Spade prepared to remind the world of one truth. She was not a prize. She was the game.

He wasn’t getting out of here alive and it was a fact he had known the instant Leonardo’s men had hauled him into the sub from the busy suburbs of New York. How he had been found was beyond him, but he must have been a fool to even imagine that he could get away from the D’Angelo clan and that too from Draco himself. Leonardo Draconis D’Angelo was called the Mafia King for a reason. He was known to kill first and ask questions of the dead body.

"All accept ksei, Noah Silverton as their King?" Noah knew he could be challenged for the throne any moment. Then he would have to fight and kill, only to land back at the dais, in front of the Elders of Vermiculo Pack. A pack Noah would be made Alpha of a day after. The coronation before the marking demonstrated that he was to be a King before an Alpha. And challenging the strongest werewolf on land would be folly, yet there was a moment of silence for anyone to arise one.

"I would never accept a wretched omega as my mate." I felt searing pain in my chest and I doubled over. This was unfair. I could never live like this. "I'm not wretched!" I screamed, getting the attention of all the Alphas. "You don't know me!" I continued, feeling all the anger and the pain at once. The Alpha King simply stared at me with those cold eyes. "I would rather take another wolf as my queen, not a weak omega." He declared and I realised what was coming next. He opened his lips but before he could utter those words, I beat him to it. I would rather reject my enemy that have him reject me.

The hall went silent and I could see the rage in the old fucker’s eyes, but he didn’t try to make another bid. Good. He knew better than to challenge me. The auctioneer gulped audibly, his voice quivering as he announced, “$500 million going once…going twice…Sold to Dominic Silvetti, don of the Italian mafia!” My smirk widened, and my thumb slowly grazed my bottom lip as my gaze moved to my new possession. A sadistic thrill shot through me the moment we made eye contact, and I watched her face drain of all color. MILA’S POV My heart momentarily sank as I stared at the man who had just bought me.

"Gather our most trusted allies, the skilled warriors and trackers. We will set forth on this path, the path to reclaiming my strength and securing a future for our pack." As the Beta bowed in acknowledgment, a sense of purpose filled the room. The Alpha King's legacy hung in the balance, his decision poised to shape the fate of not only himself but also the werewolf pack he held dear. In the shadows, the whispered promise of power awaited, its allure beckoning him to take the plunge into the unknown.

I checked it was silver but Alpha King was healed instantly. I asked him, "What happened?" Alpha King shook his palm and said, "It was silver." I asked him worriedly, "Did you touch it?" Alpha King answered, "Very briefly." and he looked at the paper to see what was written on it. After reading he got furious and said, "M*therf*cker." I asked Alpha King, "What is written on it?" Alpha King said, "They want me to stay away from it and also added, it is just the beginning."