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Alpha Dante

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In the werewolf romance novel Alpha Dante, Aurora faces a dangerous challenge from the new Capo Dei Capi. To keep her job and secure vital information, she must seduce the ruthless Alpha. Read this mafia novel for a high-stakes mission where power and desire collide.
Alpha Dante Summary
When Aurora is assigned to serve the son of her Don and Alpha, she enters a world of lethal power plays. Dante, the formidable new Capo Dei Capi, issues a ruthless ultimatum: she must use every tool in her arsenal to extract information and impress him. To prove her worth and secure her position, Aurora must navigate a treacherous game of seduction and loyalty. In this intense werewolf mafia story, a simple job becomes a battle for survival and dominance.
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Alpha Dante Chapter 1

"I want the entire show" he said, looking her in the eye.

"I beg your pardon?" She asked, frowning in confusion, straightening on her chair.

"I want the entire fucking show, get your information from me, talk to me, seduce me, sleep with me if you have to. I want to see how you work" he said, crossing his arms over his chest "only then would I decide whether or not to keep you in the job"

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When Aurora is assigned to work for her Don and Alpha's son, complications happen.

The new Capo Dei Capi, Alpha Dante puts her up for a challenge. She is to impress HIM and get the information that she and his father were looking for.

Aurora:

“Fuck…” he hissed, reaching his climax and emptying himself in the condom, riding himself off as he rested his forehead in the crook of my neck.

“Did you cum, baby?” He asked, his voice above a whisper, and lying, I hummed in response.

He pulled out of me, and I couldn’t help but hiss at the sudden feeling of being empty. Watching as he removed his condom, he threw it in the bin before cupping my cheeks, kissing me gently. I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, unlatching the necklace before he could notice.

The two of us pulled away, and smiling, I got up from bed and started getting ready to leave.

“Leaving already?” He asked, watching as I bent down to get my pants, putting the necklace inside my pocket. I put on my panties and went to slide my pants on, knowing that it would be minutes before he noticed the missing ornament. I looked at the open bottle of scotch, biting my bottom lip before taking it, pouring myself a third or fourth cup tonight, gulping it down.

“Yes, you know how things are, love, but I’m sure that we would be getting around meeting sometimes” I said, buttoning my pants before standing up to put on my bra. He wrapped his arms around me from the back, and kissing my cheek, I smiled, allowing him the second of affection. However, seeing as I was already half dressed, he took a step back, allowing me to put my shirt and hoodie on. I turned around to face him, and wrapping an arm around his neck, I connected my lips with his own in a last kiss.

“You really did satisfy me, I have to admit that much, Rosa”

“That is something to be happy about” I said, biting down my bottom lip. He smirked, watching as I took a step back to get my purse while he wrapped a towel around his lower half. I prayed that he didn’t notice that he was no longer wearing the necklace, and thankfully, so far, he hasn’t.

“I will see you around” he said, opening the door for me as I walked toward it. He cupped my cheek and pecked my lips, running his finger over my jawline “there are still a few tricks up my sleeve that I would like to share with you”

“Is that so?” I asked, raising an amused eyebrow. He simply smirked in response, and walking out the door, I sped up, heading to the elevator to leave the building.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket just as I saw security entering the building, and rolling my eyes, I took off the red wig and bald cap I was wearing, throwing them aside before pulling the hood of my sweater over my head. I dialed the Alpha’s number, knowing that he would be waiting for my call.

“The job is done, Alpha” I said, once he answered the phone. Trying to focus on walking in a straight line as the alcohol’s effect started wearing off.

“Not that I expected otherwise” he said, casually. I could picture him smirking as he heard the news.

“I will be bringing it to you tomorrow morning, or do you want me to pass by tonight?” I asked, heading to a nearby stop, knowing that taxis would usually pass by there for those who were mostly drunk, wanting to head home.

“You can keep it until tomorrow. The two of us are going to need to talk anyway”

“Is everything alright, Alpha?”

“Yes, don’t worry about it, Rose, or must I call you Aurora since your duty is over?” He teased, making me laugh “be safe and head home, I’ll see you in the morning”

“Alright, boss, until then”

Hanging up the phone, I put it back inside my purse before looking at the street, waiting to find a cab which would be passing. My chest ached, and for a second, I felt like my breath got caught up in my throat, the feeling of someone watching me causing shivers to run down my spine.

“It’s a cold night” a man said, standing beside me, causing me to jump. His chocolate brown eyes met my dull green ones, causing me to freeze, and frowning in confusion, it took me a second to actually realize that he was talking to me “what is a girl like you, doing out, alone, and tipsy, in a night like this?”

“I was out with my friends, and you? And I am not drunk” I asked, raising an eyebrow at the man. I wasn’t one who feared when people approached or spoke to me, I knew how to fend for myself if needed. However, something told me that I didn’t need to; however, I couldn’t help but notice how giddy my wolf suddenly became.

“Clubbing with my friends, I never said that you were drunk. I simply said, tipsy” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. I couldn’t help but feel goosebumps rise over my arm, and looking up at the sky, he looked down at his hand. I frowned in confusion, and following his gaze, I noticed that he was extending an umbrella toward me.

“It’s going to pour in a few minutes, and I don’t think that you will be finding a cab anytime soon. Might as well have an umbrella with you” he said, winking at me. He took my hand in his, and feeling a spark course through my body, I flinched, removing my hand; however, the man didn’t give me any time to respond or react as he walked away, heading toward a car that was parked upfront.

Shaking my head, I looked down at the umbrella in my hand to notice that my pant’s front pocket was turned out. The necklace was nowhere to be seen and it didn’t take me long to figure out that HE was the one who took it.

“Fucking bastard” I hiccupped, my thoughts getting jumbled “how am I going to explain this to the Alpha now…?”

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“What do you mean that you lost it, Aurora? We have been searching for the necklace for months, and you just lost it in a second?” Alpha Giovanni asked, disappointment lacing his tone. I massaged my temple as I tried finding the proper way to explain the situation; however, seeing as the man was not only pissed at me, but disappointed too, I couldn’t bring myself to open my mouth.

“I told you that hiring a woman to do a man’s job was not a good idea” a man said, entering the office. His voice caused my heart to skip a beat, and turning to face him, my eyes caught sight of the familiar brown eyes that I saw. He looked at Alpha Giovanni, and pulling out the necklace, he threw it on the desk in front of him.

“You…”

“If it isn’t the little drunk Rosalyn, Rose, or if we’re going to go by your real name, Aurora” he said, mocking me, causing my chest to ache as I saw the look of disgust in his eyes. One word kept playing in my head, and seeing his cold behavior, I couldn’t help but worry about him not feeling the same bond.

Mate…?

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Alpha Dante of Contents

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5
Ch. 6
Ch. 7
Ch. 8
Ch. 9
Ch. 10
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