Young And Ruthless Novels & Stories

Alpha Kai Rage is a living thing. It coils in my chest, hot and suffocating, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants with teeth. Every breath I take tastes like ash and humiliation. Every step echoes with the knowledge that I was played outmaneuvered by my own right hand, betrayed under my own roof, weakened in the eyes of my pack. Jackson and Aliya.

I sucked in a deep breath as we stepped out of the car. *** Mateo, who was wearing a black suit with a white button-down shirt that he paired with a black tie, slowly came walking over to me once he was done socializing with his friends. He's only twenty-seven years old, and he has to carry the heavy burden of being the savior of the mafia. I used to think it was unfair to him. Come to think of it now, the role suits him pretty well. I looked over at Mila who was playing with Umberto's daughter and a little blonde boy under the Christmas tree. She seems happy, content, and accepting of our current situation.

Rafael leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh as if the weight of their combined truths was p ressing down on all of us. "You’ve always been known as cruel and ruthless in the business world... Maybe this time, you need to be just as ruthless to your fate too.”

The nefarious underworld feared the very mention of their code names ! Talon was cold, ruthless and arrogant, unlike his elder brothers who exuded warmth and affection, winning the popularity contest by a mile. However, the clan owed most of their victories, safety and innovations to Talon whose bold and courageous moves made the clan an untouchable and impenetrable fortress from any enemy.

Trust me, he is not cool. "I am a cool and calm guy. I just have ruthless people around me. And what happens when you have ruthless and heartless people around you? You will also be seen as a bad guy which I am one. My men might be ruthless but I am calm until you mess with me." He explained. "Okay, that's nice." "Unlike you all, who have always been Ruthless since you have been in this game. Sometimes, you just gave to be calm to understand the whole thing." He advised like an old man with experiences.

he asked, tilting his head. "I'm telling you to be smart," I corrected him instantly, my eyes hard. "Ruthless is what you do for power. Smart is what you do for survival," I corrected him, refusing to shy away from the truth I was handing him. "I can handle the monster, Adriano. I can handle the dark, the deals, and the blood. I proved that when I shot that man for you but I cannot handle the grief. I can't do the funeral." I reached out and placed both hands flat on his chest, "I need you to be ruthless for Nero. I need you to be indestructible for me. Whatever you have to do out there, whatever you have to be, do it and walk back through that door every single night."

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

His teeth were barring in frustration as drool slobbered on the floor like he was a feral dog. "You dare bar your teeth at me boy!?" I roared. I could feel the rage build inside me. My veins were popping out of my neck as the adrenaline took over. It was time to show him his place in this pack, and that was at the bottom. Before he even realized what was happening I reached out with my hands tightly balled into fists and punched through his side, instantly sending the young man to his knees as he screamed and buckled forward. I switched positions too fast for him to counter me, and by the time his eyes caught on to me I had already extracted my claw from my hand.

His face displayed pure confusion. “What do I mean?” Ruthless asked, perplexed. Did this boy have no idea what he was asking about? Was he not taught what abilities were? Usually, Ruthless was a violent man who cared nothing for others’ lives, but upon thinking about all he has to gain if the boy was a late awakener, he chose to care…….for the mean time. He suddenly did not care about any of this dispute anymore. He just wanted to educate the boy and run several tests on him, so as to get the answers he wanted.

The entity I would come to know as my wolf soul — Stella. One minute I was a helpless and fragile girl, the next I was an adolescent wolf. The light of the full moon illuminated my pale blue eyes and thick, dusty colored coat. I was now towering over my parents, staring down into their lifeless eyes. I don’t even remember much about my first transformation, other than the fact it was painful. The sadness blocked it out. I just remember what happened next.