Wolves Don't Concern Themselves With The Opinions Of Sheep

When my father died, all the security I knew was taken away. Wilder, my husband found his true mate, and married my half-sister. Thrown out of the pack, when no one knew I was pregnant. I returned to my father's pack. The situation forced me to face Mattia Orazio, the Sicilian Cosa Nostra Mafia. Her beauty belies her predatory nature. The debt left by my father made me bargain with Mattia, and I had no choice but to enter into a contract marriage with him, to save my family's inheritance. But what if Mattia finds out I'm a shifter? What if my ex-husband finds out about the son I hid from him? Who can be my safe place from these two bastard men?

My name is Mia, and I am the middle child of Don and Donna Costa. I am also the black sheep of the family. Or the ugly duckling, as my mother would call me. My shift ended a few hours ago, but it takes me long to get home as I do not have a car like my brother, Leonardo, the oldest, or my sister, Amara, the beautiful one and youngest in the family. As you may gather from my story so far, my parents do not care about me. I walk into the house with a sigh. I have seen the cars in front of our home, and I know my family has friends over. "You have nothing I want! You stole from us, and today I will kill your whole family," I hear an angry voice. I wonder what my father has done this time to piss someone off. "Godfather, give me another chance. You can have my beautiful daughter as your wife," My father begs. Holy shit! My father stole from the godfather? I know the godfather is about thirty, and his name is Riccardo Marina. The Marina family is the most powerful in the American mafia. "I do not like blond blue-eyed sluts. I prefer women with dark hair. Besides, Everyone in town knows Amara Costa! She has been around the block," Riccardo says with disgust. I do not know what to do. Shall I hide? Not many people know my parents have another daughter. I am never invited to their parties as my family is ashamed of me. I do not care for my family, and they can die for all I care. "I have another daughter with dark hair. Maybe you will fancy her," My father begs again. I sigh. Typical!

Six months." That’s all he offered her. “I can only help you for six months. After that, I have to go back to my world," Victor said, his dark eyes piercing as he spoke. There was something about this man that sent chills down her spine, and yet, that same thing pulled her to him.   Sophia Martins, a sheltered 23 year old, had spent six years living a lie. Forced into marriage with her childhood crush, John Smith, she believed it was the only way to keep a fraction of her late father’s company. But when she learns the truth,that the company had always been hers,she files for divorce, determined to take back what was stolen from her.   Her plans for freedom, however, take a deadly turn when John sends a hitman after her. Just as her life hangs by a thread, a mysterious and devastatingly handsome stranger intervenes, saving her and offering to be her bodyguard,but only for six months.   As the days unfold, Sophia finds herself irresistibly drawn to him, only to discover that William, her charming protector, is not who he claims to be. He is Victor Falcone, the ruthless Mafia Don feared by all. As she’s thrust into his dangerous world of power and violence, her questions multiply.   Why did he lie to her? Why had he been protecting her?   Will their love be able to withstand the truth, or will Victor’s reality tear them apart?

“What do you want from me, Don? I'm your wife.” My voice trembled as the reality of what Alessandro might do to me settled in like a forest fog. “Exactly what I should get knowing how talented your mother was.” He growled, not sounding at all like the man I loved, while he unzipped his dress pants. Sure, I wanted to get laid but not like this. ~~~ To Don Alessandro Moretti, Elena is nothing more than a tool of vengeance. The daughter of the woman who once shattered his father’s empire. But what Alessandro doesn’t know is this: The amnesiac woman he married is no lamb—she's the top assassin and hacker of a phantom organisation. And when her memories return… All hell will break loose.

I always knew Wilbet was cruel. But I never thought he’d put a price on me. A marriage built on duty. A husband who thrived on power. And now, a contract that sealed my fate. To another man. Thirty million dollars. That’s all it took for Wilbet to sign me away like a business deal, like I was nothing. As I sat across from the stranger who now owned me, I realized something chilling. He never once looked at Wilbet. Only at me. And in his gaze, I saw it—possession. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t escape. This was the beginning of something far more dangerous.

His steel gray eyes pierced into hers, and Rose felt like he become luring her into his daJA abyss. She took worried steps backward, however she didn't understand that he cherished the chase and derived pride from looking her run.She knew she couldn't run nor conceal from him, but there has been no different choice. He without difficulty cornered her in opposition to the wall, trapping her there. considered one of his arms snaked round her tiny waist, and the other caged her among himself and the wall. "tell me what you need, Rose," he stated, his hot breath fanning her neck. The moonlight cast a shadow on him, making him appear to be the satan he was. "What I need is to tug you to hell in which humans like you belong," she seethed. He let out a raw, deep giggle that had her insides twisting."And you suspect you will go away hell after dragging me there? interesting," James chuckled. "i'll ensure you might not get out of there. i'll make certain you have got nowhere else to run however my arms. My call can be the handiest factor you can pronounce as it might be the simplest element you think about, and whilst that occurs, you will be absolutely mine, Rose," he stated sinisterly. Trapped among love and struggle, Rose need to sail through if she intends to protect the humans she loves.

Elara My father went missing after stealing billions from Nero Moretti, the ruthless king of New York’s criminal underworld. Now, I’m paying the price. Be his sex slave… or watch my innocent sister suffer for our father’s sins. Nero is cruel, cold, and unforgiving. I hate him for destroying the quiet life I once had, and for making me a pawn in his brutal world. I swore I’d never break. Never give in But the longer I stay, the more I see past the monster… and the more I fear what’s awakening between us. In a world ruled by power, secrets, and blood, can I survive him? Or can I resist the pull toward the man who owns me, body and soul? Nero She was supposed to be nothing more than leverage. A bargaining chip. Petrov’s daughter, taken to pay off a debt that could never really be paid. I expected fear. Submission. That’s what I usually get. But Elara is different. She’s scared, yes, but there’s fire behind those eyes. A fire that both infuriates me, and pulls me in deeper. Keeping her close stirs something I buried long ago. Something possessive. Something dangerous. An obsession I have no right feeling She was just part of the deal. A means to an end. But now, she’s the one thing I can’t bend to my will. And the only thing I refuse to lose.

Livia Rossi had done everything to escape her father and the Italian Mafia. She denied her roots and even changed her last name. All her efforts go down the drain when her family finally finds her. To punish her for her indiscretions, she suffers and is later sold to the highest bidder as a slave. She is sold to her father’s rival, the Russian Mafia. She fears for the worst but things take a turn when she realizes her chance for survival is to pretend she’s not an Italian Mafia Princess. Since her family murdered the sister of the Pakhan of the Bratva, she knows the Bratva will kill her. What happens when she falls for the big bad Pakhan? Will he forgive her when he finds out she’s the daughter of the man who killed his sister, or will Livia escape the throes of the Bratva? In a foreign land where she doesn’t know anyone, she has to do anything to escape. Even if it means crossing Maxim Novikov and Bratva. She can’t let anyone, especially the Pakhan, deter her plans to destroy her family.

Oh my goodness! "You... You killed him" My lips trembled as I spoke. My eyes focused on Cyrus blood which was spreading out. "Your turn, Step Sister" ******** Betrayed by her lover, Grisella Morretti falls into the trap of Don Raniero, her foster brother who was a ruthless Mafia Boss. To Don Raniero, she was a gold thief that he had to teach some sort of lesson and extract a heavy price for crossing him. But what he doesn't know is that Grisella's capture is just merely a pawn in her own game of REVENGE. Put on your seatbelt as we dive into this gripping tale of secrets, lies and hidden truths.

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....