Wagered To The Alpha Mafia King Novels & Stories

“Yes–go on, beg, I love it when you do. You're nothing but a cheap whore. Go on.” I grunted. That's it—the last person I trusted had just betrayed me, now I wished for nothing but death now, a pet? Could it be..? “Yes,” he answered As if reading my thoughts. “You're going to be a sex slave, baby, I mean noone is going to come looking for you anyway, might as well make yourself useful while I make money too. you know–to bag my specs.” “How could you, Justin?” I whimpered. “Let's just say, life's not fair and never would be, to the weak.”

But then, I was curious and wondered why a woman in her right senses would cheat on Alpha Ethan, who is every woman's ideal man. “After the rejection, I fell into depression and pain. I hated myself and women. I didn't want anything to do with them,” he spoke in anger and took another sip of his drink before he held my gaze with pain-filled eyes. “One day, my friend Lord Adrian pulled me out of my room and forced me to a casino. That is where I met your father, who was boasting about his wins, and one thing led to another, and we made a bet. I wagered my mansion, and he got greedy and wagered you,” he revealed, and my eyes widened. So, it was indeed true. My father wagered me in a silly gamb

a grainy snapshot from the hotel's front door cam. Only his profile showed a man in a black coat with sharp, menacing features. The chill seemed to seep through the screen. The comments were blowing up: [OMG! Doesn't he look just like that guy?!] [The Alpha King of Bloodmoon Wolf Kingdom, Frederick!] Frederick. My head spun. The guy from last night, the one he called "baby," the one I thought was just a one-night stand. The Wolf King? The one from the legends, an Alpha King infamous for his hair-trigger temper and cold-blooded killings, all because he couldn't find his mate?

"This is the first time I've encountered such absurdity. Take any necessary measures to stop the shootings. We cannot afford more casualties." *** In a bustling city, core to the werewolf community, a group of shadow troops in business suits approached the office of the Alpha Pack. Their leader, exuding a calm yet authoritative air, addressed the Alpha. "We've heard you refuse to acknowledge our Dark King as the Alpha King. May we know why?" The Alpha, towering and exuding an air of arrogance, responded dismissively. "I've never met this Dark King, but rumors say he's more likely to use wealth than strength in combat. I demand a true challenge, a battle of might!"

"He actually likes you. He's been by here several times." "How much do you owe him?" "What?" The question threw her. "How much do you owe Rocco Cortez?" I stood up, holding the rage in my chest on a short leash. "How much of your gambling debt did he pay off in exchange for selling me to him?" Her face twitched. The cigarette dropped out of her fingers and burned a hole into the carpet. "You— how dare you talk like that? What do you mean sold? I'm your mother. Would I hurt you—"

“I’ll be back in a minute, angel.” He stood up, glaring at Jake. “I’m ready…to make you regret all of this.” Jake laughed. “Alright boss, you’re the king…get it started.” Zayd walked past him and into the center of the crowd. He took a deep breath. “As alpha king, I pledge that the outcome of this battle is what I’ll stand by. If I lose, I will disregard my position and if I am to die, then my title will be handed to my opponent. You may now place your bets.”

Eli whispered under his breath. One of the strangers laughed softly, as if amused. “So fast,” he said. “As expected of the Alpha King.” Eli’s head snapped toward Kieran at that word again. Alpha King. That title didn’t make sense to him, but the way those men said it—like it meant something powerful, something feared—made his stomach tighten. Kieran didn’t respond. His posture had changed completely. Gone was the calm, unreadable expression from before. Now there was something sharper.

He was leading the world of snake and vultures better than the five generations before him led with a swag of his own. But his playfulness and the gentle look in his eyes when he was on the phone threw him off. He was the King: ruthless and callous, who the world bent to and he was bending to a woman. Some chauvinist would ridicule it but he could see the clout behind the man, the woman was one piece of art to have the feral Alpha Wolf following her like a lost puppy. "I assume the receiver of your call was the girl in question." He declared without a hint of interrogation, he was certain of his statement, somehow.

I wasn’t going to fade away like some background ghost. My father leaned back slowly, that same amused glint in his eyes. Then came the low chuckle, the one he always used when he thought I was being foolish. "You truly believe you're worthy of what William has, don't you?" I didn’t flinch. "Yes." He stood. His voice rang through the chamber like a judge passing a sentence. “Then prove it. Both of you.” His gaze shifted between me and William, who stiffened beside me. “Whoever captures the traitor… and brings me the mafia scum—alive—will become the next Alpha. No exceptions.”

She will not allow that to happen! “Princess Ameerah, I am the Alpha Pharoah and I need to protect our Kingdom. Who would even thought that there would be someone who would come out alive after the game? No one did that from the start that we had this ‘Games of Fangs and Death’. Such a lucky man huh!” Alpha Pharoah Kingtin sneered as if truly disgusted by the outcome of the game.