Follow
Chapters
Share
Mafia King Innocent Luna Novel Cover

Mafia King Innocent Luna

Forced into a union with the ruthless Mafia King, a gentle werewolf finds herself trapped in a world of violence and secrets. As the innocent Luna of a dangerous underworld empire, she must navigate the deadly politics of both her kind and the criminal syndicate. Her cold husband rules with an iron fist, yet their bond sparks an unexpected fire. Can she survive the darkness of his lifestyle or will the mafia's enemies destroy her first?
Chapters
Share

Chapter 5

In the morning,

Alisha woke up feeling as though she was in someone's embrace, only to find herself face to face with a man.

Overwhelmed with grief, she cried out, "Who killed my Lucky? And why am I only wearing a shirt? Where are my clothes and undergarments?" Her tears flowed uncontrollably as she believed that her love had been taken away from her.

Startled by the sound of her cries, Alex jolted awake from his sleep and angrily shouted, "Who dares to wake me up? Do you want to die?" Hearing his harsh words, Alisha's tears intensified, and she sobbed even harder.

Alex strained to listen to her cries, and amidst the sound, he realised that he had his angel right there with him. Her voice, even in distress, was like music to his ears. Without hesitation, he gently lifted her onto his lap, disregarding the slight lift of her shirt caused by his sudden action. With a commanding voice, he asked, "Why are you crying, Angel?"

"Let me go, you murderer! You killed my love." Alisha cried out in pain.

Alex's anger flared, and he demanded, "Who is this Lucky you speak of?",

"My dog". In between sobs, Alisha managed to utter it.

Alex's anger subsided slightly, but a tinge of jealousy crept in as he questioned, "How can you call a dog your love?"

Alisha defended her affection, saying, "He is my love. My mother said he is like a brother to me." Alex realised that her mother had influenced her perspective.

Desperate to be released, Alisha pleaded, "Let me go! Why did you change my clothes? My mother said no one can touch me without my permission."

Alex's thoughts raced as he remembered that he had even bathed her.

"And I'm not a baby! How can you just take me in your lap? I'm 18 years old." Alex thought to himself, "This girl has surely lost her mind", Alisha continued.

Taking advantage of the moment, Alisha stood up from the bed .

Enraged, Alex gritted his teeth and growled, "Did I tell you to stand up, Angel?"

"You're not my teacher, who gives me permission to leave his class or stand up like that. I'm not in school anymore; I'm in college, sir," Alisha retorted,

Alex sighed and corrected her, "I'm not a sir. My name is Alex, and I'm 25 years old."

"Oh! Similar names, Alisha and Alex. And you're a big Alex at 25." Alex acknowledged the age difference but thought, "Let it be. Who said I wanted her?"Surprised, Alisha exclaimed,

His conscience chimed in, "she is lost with her screw"

Ignoring his conscience, Alex said, "Your name is Alisha."

"I'm not going to tell you my name. I never tell strangers my name." Alisha declared.

Alex facepalmed and thought, "She already told me her name when she joined Alisha with Alex. She's just being difficult. She told her name yesterday too. This is hilarious."

"Okay, don't tell me your name is Alisha," Alex smirked.

"Oh! So you know my name. Can you read minds?" Alisha exclaimed.

Alex thought sarcastically, "This confirms she's a patient who ran away from a mental asylum."

Ignoring her comment, Alex asked, "So, why did you come here?"

"My pet came here last night. I followed him for a walk, but he ran away. I got here looking for him, and then I found him. You killed him, even though I told you not to," she, with her teary eyes, answered.

Alex's anger flared, and he retorted, "He's not your love; he's just a dog. And why were you roaming around at night? Where were your parents?"

Alisha explained, "My mother asked me to take him for a walk." Alex questioned her mother's decision, "How could your mom take such risks and let you roam around at night?"

Inquisitively, Alisha asked, "Are you from the crime investigation department?"

"What?"

"You're asking questions like them, so I thought you might be able to help me." Alisha clarified.

Alex mentally facepalmed,"What are you even thinking?.

"I'm not thinking about anything. It's you who's asking." Angrily, she replied .

"Just shut up!"

Immediately, Alisha stopped crying, afraid of his anger. She hiccuped and apologised, saying, "I'm sorry."

Alex questioned her mother's decision, "How could your mom take such risks and let you roam around at night?"

"Are you in school? You're 25 years old." Sarcastically, Alisha asked.

Irritated, Alex replied, "No, I'm not in school. Don't test my patience."

Alisha continued, "So, are you in college?"

Frustrated, Alex snapped, "No, I'm not. I already have several companies."

Alisha remarked, "So, why would I test you?"

Annoyed by her nonsensical comments, Alex's anger grew, more and more .

"Do you have a fever?"

"No."

"Then why do you look like a tomato?"

"I'm angry because of your pointless chatter, girl!" Alex screamed in her face.

Alisha defended herself, saying, "What do you mean pointless? I'm talking sensibly."

Alex thought to himself, "If this is sensible, I wonder what her nonsensical talk would be like."

His conscience mocked him, "Oh, so you want to hear her talk?",

"Just shut up!"Alex snapped back .

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Alex angrily responded, "Who told you to leave?"

"Nobody, but it's basic manners not to stay in a murderer's home. I'm going to complain to the police that you killed my love." Alisha explained.

"Do you even know what you're saying? The police won't charge me for killing a dog, and even if I killed you, they couldn't do anything." Alex, with shock written on his face, questioned

"Oh, Mr. For murder, the police can do anything. They chase criminals and punish them. I've seen it in movies."

You may also like

BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD Novel Cover
8.3
TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains physical harm, torture, explicit contents including- Dark themes, erotic sex scenes, non consensual situations. And mature topics including trauma, loss. While this is a romance story, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. - - - - - - - - - - - - "You're mine now," he breathed those words on my neck, his hands trailing down my body and stopping only to linger on my thighs. "I'm Axel Salvatore Rossi. And whatever I want- I get." * * * * * Bound to a man she barely knew, Olivia is confined to a world of games and organized crime. After her sister steals a priceless item, she's left to pay- with her existence being tied with the mafia lord, Axel. What starts as an unexpected encounter turns out to be something more. Passion ignites, past secrets are revealed, and an ex lover knocks at the door to interrupt a new beginning. Olivia must make a choice- play the game, or fight the players who play dirty...
Claimed By The Ruthless Esports Boss Novel Cover
8.8
I am the best esports jungler in the league, but I've been hiding a severe wrist injury just to keep my team alive in the semifinals. Right in the middle of the crucial tie-breaker game, our mid-laner deliberately walked into the enemy team and died without casting a single defensive spell. He was match-fixing for offshore betting sites, throwing away our entire season for a massive payout. Because of his betrayal, we had to sub in two terrified rookies, and we were absolutely slaughtered. The stadium crowd booed us out of the arena. The internet exploded with pure vitriol, trending hashtags calling me a washed-up fraud who hid on the bench to save my own stats. The media demanded I retire immediately. My physical therapist gave me a grim ultimatum: my shredded nerves only allow me four hours of playtime a day before my right hand completely locks up. I destroyed my own body for this team, only to be sold out by a coward and crucified by the very fans I bled for. Why should my legacy end in total disgrace because of someone else's greed? I refuse to step down. I forced the traitor out, ignored management's safe roster choices, and locked my eyes on the most toxic, universally hated streamer on the platform. "He's a walking PR nightmare," my coach warned. I don't care. He is an arrogant, unhinged killer in the game, and I am going to make him mine.
FORBIDDEN LUSTS  Novel Cover
7.4
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 🔞 "You like that, don't you? You like the feel of my member stretching you open?" His length brushed a sensitive spot in me and I jerked, nails digging into his shirt, "Yes...fück yes..." He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was in me. "But only slüts love cöcks in there püssies. Especially when it's their teacher's cock. Are you a slüt, Brittany?" Without thinking, I let out an audible moan, unable to take it anymore. "I'm your slut, Mr Allen. Only yours. Please have me. Fill me..." Brittany has always been attracted to her professor. She knew it should be forbidden. She shouldn't harbor such feelings for him. Not until she realizes he feels the same way about her. A little indulgence wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? Find out in this forbidden tales of passion and spice.
He Faked Amnesia To Break Our Vows Novel Cover
8.1
I was sealing our wedding invitations with crimson wax when I heard my fiancé through the slightly ajar study door. Ethan wasn't reciting the poetry he’d written for me over the last seven years. He was outlining the logistics of his betrayal. "If I fake amnesia after the 'accident' tonight, I can delay the wedding without the family stopping the merger," Ethan laughed, ice clinking in his glass. "And Ava? The Canary?" his friend asked. "Ava is property. You maintain property; you don't have fun with it. While she plays nurse, I get a medical exemption to sleep with Chloe." My world shattered. I fled into the rainy night, blinded by tears, until headlights turned my world upside down. I woke up in the wreckage, my arm shattered, tasting blood. Ethan arrived moments later. But he didn't run to me. He stepped right over my bleeding body to comfort Chloe, who had a minor scratch on her forehead. "I've got you, baby," he cooed to his mistress, looking at me with nothing but cold annoyance. "Don't worry about her. She's tough." He left me in the street. By the next morning, the narrative was set: The tragic Don had lost his memory of his fiancée, but miraculously remembered his 'true love,' Chloe. He evicted me from our penthouse while I was still in surgery. He thought he had won. He thought the Canary would just die in the cold. He forgot one thing. I knew where he hid the bodies—literally. I walked into his staged public proposal, slammed my ring on the table, and left a note under it. *I remember everything. And so do you.* Then I boarded a plane with his secret incriminating journal in my bag. The empire was about to burn.
His Unwanted Wife, The Rival Don's Queen Novel Cover
7.6
The gunman pressed a Glock to my temple and gave my husband a choice. "One walks out. One stays. Choose, Mr. Underboss." I wasn't worried. I was Haven. I was his wife of ten years, his Consigliere, the woman who built his empire. Beside me sobbed Gemma, a fragile twenty-two-year-old he had known for six months. "Take Gemma! Leave Haven!" Connor screamed, his honor twisting into something unrecognizable. He walked out of the warehouse with another woman in his arms, leaving me to be butchered. I didn't wait for the bullet. I threw myself through a glass window into the freezing canal. I survived the fall, but the life inside me didn't. After five years of failed IVF, the miracle baby I hadn't even told Connor about was gone. While I lay in a cold hospital room, bleeding out the remains of our child, my husband was buying diamond earrings for the woman who had set me up to die. When the doctor tried to sedate me for the surgery, I grabbed his wrist. "No anesthesia," I commanded. "But the pain..." "I want to feel it," I said, staring at the ceiling. "I want to feel every scrap of him leaving my body." I burned that pain into my soul. Then, I went home, poured gasoline over our wedding bed, and lit a match. Two years later, I returned to the city. Connor thought I was dead. But when he saw me on the arm of his mortal enemy, wearing the crown of a rival Queen, he realized his mistake. He didn't just lose a wife. He started a war.
Marked by My Secondhand Delivery Wolf Novel Cover
9.6
To save on the outrageous wages of hired movers, I, Jade Lawson, bought a werewolf who had been returned three times from a secondhand trading site. The seller warned me he was vicious, wild, and prone to biting. What caught my eye wasn't his temperament. It was his build. Six foot three, solid muscle, the kind of body that looked like it could haul six hundred pounds of packages without breaking a sweat. When he arrived, he was indeed vicious. He kept sneaking into my room at night, pressing his scorching body against mine and grinding his teeth against the back of my neck. I thought he was teething. Or worse, developing rabies. I contacted the seller immediately to request a return. After hearing my description, the seller went quiet for a long time. "We don't recommend returning him." "He's not teething. Werewolves only feel the urge to bite the back of their mate's neck during their rut phase. It's a mate-marking instinct." "He wants you. He's trying to get you to bear his pups."