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 5
Dmitri's POV
I turned my head at the sound of her screm with the motion awkward in my half-shifted state and my vision now so full of heat and shadow zeroed in on her.
Alicia stood frozen in the balcony doorway, her hand clamped over her mouth, eyes wide with a terror so pure it was almost intoxicating.
A low guttural rumble started in my chest. It was supposed to be words but it came out as something else entirely. A monster's greeting.
"Like what you see?" I managed to grind out, my voice a distorted thing of gravel and growl with the human words stretching to fit my changing muzzle.
That did it. She screamed again in a sharp piercing sound of pure fright and scrambled backward. She fumbled with the glass balcony door, her hands shaking so badly she could barely grip it and she slammed it shut with a force that surprised even me.
The glass panels shuddered then cracked, a spider web of fractures exploding out from the frame before shattering into a thousand glittering pieces on the floor.
I couldn't help it. A dark rumbling chuckle escaped me.
That first glimpse... that fear... I lived for it. It never got old. She was seeing the real me. Not Dmitri, the Don of the Velvet Mafia but Dmitri, the Alpha of the Stonehurst Pack!
I watched through the broken door as she spun around with her panic a sweet scent in the air. She made a desperate dash for the main door to the hallway. Freedom. Cute.
With a powerful push of my legs, I leaped. I cleared the room in one bound, landing between her and the door with a soft thud that shook the floorboards.
She skidded to a halt, a whimper catching in her throat. The fear in her eyes was a live wire as she backed away, tripped over her own feet and fell onto the bed, scrambling backward until she hit the headboard, cowering.
I just stood there, waiting. Letting the transformation finish its course. The bones in my face finished rearranging, the dark brown fur thickening over my muscles. In seconds, a huge, dark-brown wolf stood where a man had been.
I stayed still and calm letting her absorb the impossible. I saw the full moon through the broken window, a bright silver coin in the sky. Then blessedly, a cloud slid over it dimming its call. I focused my will, pulling the beast back in, folding it away until I was just a naked man again, standing in a room littered with glass.
Alicia had squeezed her eyes shut as if that could erase what she'd just seen. As if we hadn't been tangled together on this very bed just moments ago fucking our minds out. I almost laughed.. the human capacity for denial was truly astounding.
I walked to a chair where my trousers were draped and pulled them on. The simple act seemed to terrify her more than the wolf had. When I approached the bed, she shrank away, pressing herself against the wood.
"Don't! Don't come near me!" she screamed, her voice cracking.
"Calm the fuck down." I said, my voice back to its normal low timbre though a bit rough around the edges. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"You're a monster!" she shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at me.
I shrugged, walking to the dresser and picking up a cigar. I clipped the end, lit it and took a long, slow draw and the smoke was a familiar comfort.
"Yeah. I know."
She kept screaming, the sound grating on my already raw nerves. The adrenaline was fading and a headache was starting to pulse behind my eyes. I snapped.
"Enough!" My voice cut through her panic like a whip. "Shut the fuck up!"
She instantly clammed up, her screams dissolving into choked silent sobs. Her whole body trembled and I sighed, blowing out a ring of smoke.
"I'm a werewolf." I said like I was telling her the time. Simple facts. "I can change when I want. Mostly. But the first night of a new moon... it's a bit of a bitch. Likes to happen on its own schedule like you just saw."
She shook her head wildly, her hair a mess around her pale face.
"No. That's not... that's not real. Werewolves aren't real!"
I gave her a flat look.
"Were you not paying attention two minutes ago? Or did you think I was just a very enthusiastic furry?"
"But... but then what about vampires? And dragons?!" she stammered, her mind desperately trying to find logic in a world that had just stopped making sense.
I scoffed.
"Now you're just talking movie crap. This isn't a fantasy novel, kotik. This is my life." She was clearly in shock and arguing was pointless. "Get some sleep. Process. We'll talk when your brain decides to rejoin the party."
I turned to leave, ready to find a very large bottle of whiskey. I needed to wash the taste of transformation out of my mouth and forget this whole messy night. But as my hand touched the doorknob, a sudden powerful sensation washed over me.
It was the same pull I'd felt at the auction... that intense primal attraction that made me bid a fortune on a woman I'd never seen... but it was a hundred times stronger now. It was like a magnetic force dragging me back toward her.
Frowning, I turned around. Alicia cried out as I strode back to the bed and leaned in close, ignoring her flinch.
I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent... fear, sweat, shame and something else... something buried deep beneath it all. Something uniquely irrevocably her!
And that's when it hit me with the truth of it exploding in my brain like a bomb.
It wasn't just an imprint! It wasn't just a strong physical attraction to a pretty human I could use to slake my sexual thirst. Alicia was my fated mate!!
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." I gasped, the words leaving my lips in a stunned whisper. I stumbled back from the bed, staring at her as if seeing her for the very first time.
Her eyes were wide, her fear momentarily eclipsed by shock at my shocked reaction. We just stared at each other with the air crackling with the unthinkable truth.
Without another word, I turned and practically fled the room, slamming the door shut behind me.
I headed straight for my study, beelining for the minibar. I grabbed a bottle of top-shelf whiskey, didn't bother with a glass and just started drinking. The liquor burned its way down my throat but it did nothing to dull the roaring in my head.
My fated mate...!
That night at the auction, the pull was strong, sure. I thought it was a powerful imprint. Imprints happen. We find humans we're chemically compatible with, it fulfills a need, we move on. It's convenient and simple.
But a fated mate? That's forever. That's bonds and destiny and a whole lot of complicated mystical bullshit I wanted no part of and she was human. It made no sense! My kind don't get human fated mates. It wasn't done.. it was a cosmic joke.
I drank until the room started to spin, trying to drown the realization. I must have passed out on the leather couch because the next thing I knew, the harsh ring of my phone was drilling into my skull. Dawn was just starting to bleed grey light through the windows.
I groaned, fumbling for the damn thing. My mouth tasted like ashes and regret.
"What?" I grunted with my voice raspy.
It was Damon.. his voice was sharp, clear and all business.
"We got the bastard, Boss..."
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"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.
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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."