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 6
Dmitri's POV
The city was a blurred past as I pushed the accelerator, feeling the expensive engine of my Aston Martin roar in response.
The speedometer was kissing a number that would give any normal human a heart attack but my reflexes were more than enough to handle these clumsy slow-moving drivers.. they were like insects crawling across the pavement.
I had to get to the clubhouse. Damon's call had cut through the lingering fog of last night's whiskey with a sharp reminder that the world kept turning, mate or no mate.
I'd showered, changed and popped a piece of gum in my mouth to mask the scent of regret and alcohol bbut nothing could mask the new constant hum in my blood... the pull toward her.
In my rearview mirror, flashes of red and blue suddenly appeared. Great. Just what I needed.
A cop car was on my tail, its siren a pathetic little wail against the roar of my car. I sighed, downshifted and smoothly pulled over to the curb. Rule number one: don't make a spectacle for the public. It's bad for business.
I rolled down the window as the officer approached, his boots clicking on the asphalt. He had that swagger ready to lay into some rich jerk speeding through his city.
"License and registration, do you have any idea how fast you were..." he started with his voice a practiced growl then he saw my face.
His words died in his throat and the color drained from his cheeks so fast I almost felt sorry for him. Recognition pure and stark flashed in his eyes. He knew exactly who I was and more importantly, what I was.
"M-Mr. Hunt," he stammered, taking a half-step back. "Sir. I'm so sorry. I didn't... I didn't realize it was you."
I gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes.
"It's quite all right, Officer. Just in a bit of a hurry. Urgent business."
"Of course, sir. My apologies again. Please, just... drive safely." He couldn't get away from the car fast enough, practically tripping over his own feet to retreat.
I gave him a curt nod and rolled up the window. Safely. What a concept.
Minutes later, I skidded into a parking space outside one of my less-glamorous clubhouses. The engine hadn't even finished coughing before I was out of the car and striding inside.
The main hall was quiet, the usual neon buzz muted in the morning light. A few dedicated souls were still passed out on couches and from behind closed doors, I could hear the grunts and moans of early morning sex. I ignored it all, my boots echoing on the sticky floor as I headed straight for the VIP section in the back.
Damon and a few of my other men were there, a small island of grim purpose in the sea of hangovers. They straightened up as I entered.
"Boss," they chorused.
My eyes went straight to the centerpiece of the room.. a man tied to a chair.
He was a mess, bleeding from a dozen places with one eye swollen shut. The coppery scent of his blood was everywhere in the air and the moment he saw me, he started to weep.
"Mr. Hunt! Please! I'm sorry! I'll never do it again, I swear! Never!"
I didn't even look at him. I looked at Damon.
"Did he talk?"
Damon nodded, his face all business.
"He did. Sang like a canary after a little... persuasion. Marcus Douglas paid him to keep an eye on shipments coming into the west side docks."
I nodded slowly. Marcus Douglas. That worm was becoming a serious nuisance. I held my hand out without a word. Damon knew what I wanted and he placed his pistol cool and heavy into my palm.
I flipped the safety off and the click was deafening in the quiet room.
The tied-up man sobbed louder.
"Please! I have a family! My wife... she's expecting twins! Please, think of my children!"
I finally looked at him, tilting my head.
"You should have thought of them before you decided to spy on me." I raised the gun, aiming right between his eyes. He was crying, snot mixing with the blood on his face. "Don't worry. I'll send your family a box of chocolates. Maybe toss in some flowers, too."
I pulled the trigger.
The bang was loud and final. The chair rocked back with the impact and I handed the smoking gun back to Damon.
He took it but he was looking at me with one eyebrow raised.
"Something wrong, Boss?"
"No. Why?"
"It's just... you vowed to flay the spy alive when we catch him. Make an example out of him but this was... quick."
I shrugged, turning away from the mess.
"Things change."
But I knew why. The pull was there, an insistent annoying tug in my chest, right behind my ribs.
Alicia..
I'd woken up wanting to see her. I'd left without seeing her and now just a few hours later, it felt like I'd been away for a year. I needed to get back.. now.
The look on Damon's face said he knew it too. That he'd connected the dots between my rushed exit last night.. my weird mood this morning and this uncharacteristic mercy killing. But he was smart.. he said nothing.
I didn't bother with goodbyes. I was back in the car, pushing it even faster through the streets now, heading home. The mansion was silent when I entered. The maids scurried out of my way, sensing my mood. I took the stairs two at a time, my focus narrowing to one door at the end of the hall.
Hers.
I paused just outside, my hand on the cool wood. Something was off.. my wolf which had been pacing restlessly inside me all morning suddenly went still. Then it growled in a low vicious sound that vibrated in my own chest.
Danger...
It wasn't a external threat. It was coming from inside the room. Was she hurt? Had someone gotten to her? A cold possessive fury started to boil in my veins. I turned the knob and pushed the door open calmly.
THWACK...!
Something impossibly hard and heavy smashed into the side of my head...!
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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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But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power.
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."