Fated to the don
Alicia needed money. Three days before eviction, she walked into an underground auction believing she would walk out free. Instead, she was sold to the most powerful man in the city.
Dmitri Hunt is a mafia don feared by humans and an Alpha feared by wolves. He claims her, controls her, and hides secrets that could destroy her life.
Alicia must choose between running from her fate or standing beside the man who may have planned everything from the start...
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Chapter 1
Alicia's POV
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!"
My voice echoed through the apartment as the door swung open and hit the wall with a dull thud.
The smell hit first... dust and that ugly scent of other people where they didn't belong. Then my eyes adjusted and my heart dropped straight into my stomach.. the place was fucking destroyed!
"Holy shit." Maureen gasped behind me. "What the hell happened?"
I stepped inside like my legs were on autopilot. Couch cushions were ripped open and tossed aside, the coffee table was flipped, one of the chairs lay on its side like it had given up on life, drawers were pulled out and dumped and our tiny TV was gone...so was the microwave. Even the stupid lamp I hated because it flickered was missing.
"Please." I whispered, already moving. "Please, please, please..."
I didn't wait for Maureen. I ran straight to the corner behind the sofa, dropped to my knees and shoved my hands under it. Dust coated my palms as I dragged out the shoebox we'd hidden there.
It was open.. and empty!
There was no envelope, no bundle of wrinkled bills and no coins.. nothing!
"No." I said, shaking my head. "No, no, no..."
Maureen rushed over.
"Ali? What is it?"
I turned the box upside down like the money might magically fall out if I asked nicely but still nothing.. not even a penny.
"They took it." I said, with myy chest tightening like someone had wrapped a belt around it and pulled. "They fucking took it!"
"Oh my God." Maureen said. "No. No way."
"That's all the money we had!" I jumped to my feet and kicked the sofa so hard my toe screamed in pain. "Goddammit!" I slammed my fist into the armrest. "That was everything!"
Maureen ran her hands through her hair, pacing like a trapped animal.
"We should've taken it to the fucking bank!"
I rounded on her.
"Don't say that."
"I'm just saying..."
"We had reasons!" I snapped. "Valid reasons."
"Like what?" she shot back. "So burglars could have easier access?"
"Oh yeah, because banks are so easy for everyone. You forget they freeze accounts, right? Or.. or charge fees we can't afford?"
She opened her mouth and then closed it.
"And my credit is trash." I added. "You know that.. we can't go borrowing now and your account is already overdrawn. If we'd put that money in the bank, it would've disappeared anyway."
Maureen stopped pacing and her shoulders slumped.
"I know." she said quietly. "I know."
We stood there for a moment, surrounded by our ruined life and the silence felt loud. My hands started shaking so I sat down hard on the edge of the sofa and pressed them together.
A knock hit the door and I flinched while Maureen froze. Another knock came, firmer and annoyed.
"I'll get it." Maureen muttered.
She opened the door and of course... because my life had officially decided to hate me... it was Mr. Rogers.. our landlord.
He stood there with his usual sour expression, his jacket neatly pressed and his eyes scanning the apartment behind us with clear disgust.
"Evening." he said. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
"Yes." I said flatly. "You are."
Maureen shot me a look but Mr. Rogers ignored me.
"I'm here to remind you both that you have three days left. Court's ruling came through this morning."
My stomach twisted.
"Three days?"
"I was generous already." he said. "After three days, I have permission to remove you and your belongings by force."
"Please." Maureen said quickly. "Sir, there's been a break-in. We just got back and everything's gone."
He glanced around again, unimpressed.
"That's unfortunate."
"Our money was stolen." I said, standing up. "All of it."
He sighed like we were boring him.
"My problem remains the same. Rent is due. Either you pay or you leave."
"Can't you give us more time?" Maureen pleaded. "Just a week..."
"No."
"A few days?" I asked. "Please."
He adjusted his jacket.
"I've been patient long enough. Three days. That's final."
Then he turned and walked away like we were nothing.. like our lives weren't falling apart in real time and the door closed softly behind him.
I sank back onto the sofa, staring at the wall and I didn't even feel angry anymore.. just empty.
Maureen started pacing again.
"Okay. Okay. Think. We need to think."
"There's nothing to think about." I said. "We're screwed!"
"No, we're not." she said. "There has to be a way."
"I'm just a waitress." I reminded her. "I barely make enough for groceries."
"And you think I drown in money at my job?" she snapped, then stopped and her face fell. "But I'm in debt.. a lot of it."
"Exactly." I said. "So borrowing is out."
She stopped pacing and slowly, she turned and went to her room. I heard drawers opening and closing before she came back holding an envelope.
"There's only one way now." she said.
My heart dropped before she even said it.
"No."
She held it out.
"Alicia..."
"No fucking way." I shook my head so hard my vision blurred. "Don't even say it."
"You said yourself the pay is huge."
"I don't care."
"We'll be homeless!"
"I don't care!"
"Yes, you do." she snapped. "You care a lot."
I stood up.
"That place is dangerous."
"It's one night."
"It's an underground fashion auction for rich assholes." I said. "Anything goes at those places."
"You'll be fine." she insisted. "You're just modeling."
"No." I said. "We both agreed we wouldn't go."
"That was before this!" She gestured around the apartment. "Look at us, Alicia!"
I clenched my fists. .
"I won't do it."
Maureen's voice softened.
"Please. This is our only hope. Or else we're sleeping on the street in three days."
I hated how reasonable she sounded and I hated that she was right.. my resolve cracked.. just a little.
I looked at the envelope again where my name was written on it in elegant ink. Just one night and big money.
"Fine." I whispered. "One night."
Maureen let out a breath and hugged me.
"Thank you. Thank you."
I didn't hug back.
***
The next night found me behind the curtains, heart pounding so loud I was sure everyone could hear it. The backstage area buzzed with voices as models whispered and assistants rushed around.
I pulled out my small hand mirror and checked my reflection again.
Long red hair, loose tonight, falling in waves down my back. Pale skin that almost glowed under the lights and blue eyes that looked too big for my face.
I barely recognized myself.
The dress was blood red, medieval in style, hugging my waist and flowing down in heavy fabric. It felt dangerous like it belonged to someone braver than me.
"Next." someone called.
I swallowed and when I stepped onto the runway, the lights blinded me for a second then the crowd came into focus.
I heard whispers, laughter and catcalls but I lifted my chin and walked anyway.
Rich bastards...
I stopped at the end, posed like they wanted, turned... and then something in the crowd caught my eye...
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8.0
My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne.
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I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home?
"Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me.
I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk.
"I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."
7.3
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8.4
I was tightening my husband’s tie for the photographers at the gala when my phone buzzed against my thigh.
A single notification stopped my heart dead.
Julius had just wired five million dollars—capital I had secretly stolen from my father to build his company—to an account named 'K. Drake'.
When I confronted him later that night, he didn't apologize. Instead, he lured me to an empty warehouse and detonated a rigged gas line.
I woke up in a hospital bed, my body broken and my mind racing.
Julius stood over me, checking his watch, looking terrifyingly calm.
"The baby is gone," he said dismissively, referring to the pregnancy I hadn't even told him about yet. "But Kenzie needs a bone marrow transplant. You're a match."
He was holding our daughter, Ava, hostage. He told me if I didn't give his mistress my marrow, I’d never see my child again.
He looked at me with total contempt. To him, I was just a boring, civilian housewife. A prop he had used and was now ready to discard.
He had no idea who I really was.
He didn't know that the "bank loans" I secured for him were actually laundered syndicate money.
He didn't know that the father I "didn't talk to" was Horacio Horton, the most feared Don on the East Coast.
I let them take the marrow. I let them believe they had broken me.
Then, as soon as Julius left the room, I reached for the phone and dialed a number I hadn't used in ten years.
"Papa," I whispered into the receiver. "Send the army."
The civilian Florence died in that bed.
The Mob Princess had just returned to take her throne.
9.1
Alyssa wanted just one thing in life, to be loved by her family and her mate but after a near-death experience, she realized they don't care about her and they never will. Her family disowned her and banished her from the pack, her mate rejected her and mated with her sister who set her up and almost got her killed.
"They hate me for no reason! They don't want me and now I am going to show them! I am going to make them regret ever being mean to me."
Determined to make those who hate and want her dead pay, she goes on a journey of self-discovery with the help of Jace Carter, a powerful alpha who at first just wanted to use Alyssa to get revenge on the Dark Blood pack for what they did to his sister but found himself drawn to her.
"Be my Luna and I will stand by you and make those who hurt you pay."
His offer was too tempting for Alyssa to say no even though she knew better than to trust Jace especially because of the feud that started between their packs after one of her brothers hurt his sister.
"The enemy of my enemies is my friend,"
Alyssa is determined and nothing can stop her. With the power that comes with being Luna of the Wildheart pack, her full potential is finally unleashed! Healer? Seer? Mind reader? She got powers that she didn't even know of and one by one, she discovers them.
Now her family and pack want her. "Alyssa, you are a member of this pack, you have to come back to the Dark Blood pack."
Too late...
9.7
I survived a plane crash that should have killed me.
Now I heal overnight, hear thoughts that aren't mine, and have four Primal men who swear I'm their fated mate.
A wolf who found me first. A bear with a haunted past. A cat who moves like shadow. A prince who wants to own me.
They don't know what I really am.
The sole survivor of a forbidden experiment. Created in a lab. Designed to be compatible with every Primal species.
The Council wants me dead. The Resistance wants me captured.
They made one mistake.
They made me stronger than all of them.
I will find who killed Cole Ashford. I will protect my unborn child. I will tear apart anyone who stands in my way.
Four men stand at my back. Four hearts beat for me alone.
But the Silent Claw is watching.
And they know something I don't.
9.0
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi.
I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet.
The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress.
Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet.
The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly.
I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world.
Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked.
He chose to sacrifice me to save face.
"Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves."
He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress.
He thought he was showing strength.
He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call.
I didn't cry. I didn't beg.
I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors.
Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared.
"Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers."
"And send the wolves."