Soon-to-be Alpha, Bobby, was more than just a regular shifter. On top of leading a powerful pack, his family had a powerful influence as one of Italy's most dangerous mafia leaders. Days before taking the title, Bobby's father finally comes clean with a secret he had tried to hide for way too long- Bobby had a daughter, and she was in danger. Bobby dropped everything and flew across the world to find her, but first, he had to locate the infamous woman he met for a one-night-stand. Little did Bobby know that he wasn't the only Alpha, from an influential family, that set out to find the girl. When he finally finds his daughter, Bobby has to face the most terrifying thing he had ever seen, on top of that- dealing with repulsive forces of law and a mysterious woman.
Bobby DeLuca of the Italian Mafia was sitting at his cluttered desk vigorously finishing up the final paperwork so his grumpy old man could see he was capable of becoming the Alpha of the Mafia. His job was a feisty one, but he made sure every ounce of evidence burned alongside the bodies. Bobby was a ruthless killer; he has no remorse for those that defied the Mafia.
"Bobby, your Father Vincent is looking for you." Mico the right hand of Bobby said coming into his office. He knew Bobby was tired and didn't want to be disturbed but when Vincent calls, you answer the call or be killed.
"Yeah, yeah," Bobby growled; he wasn't done, he wasn't going to be rushed. "I'll get up in a minute." He said scribbling on the paper. "Finished." He snapped getting up, pushing his oversized leather chair away from his legs. Bobby glanced at the Grandfather clock, as it hit noon, it chimed.
Mico waited at the door, he knew Bobby was pissed, and he didn't want to step over anything. Bobby rushed past him, the sooner he gave the paperwork to his Father the better.
Walking into his Father's office. "Here." Bobby snapped. "You couldn't wait could you old man?"
His father turned to face him, a look of disgust. "No. You know I can't stand waiting." He said snatching the papers out of Bobby's hands. He looked down. "A little nicer next time." He growled throwing them on his neat desk. "Now sit." He growled.
"For what?" Bobby growled. "You got the paperwork; I need a shower."
Vincent rushed around the desk, grabbing Bobby by the throat, lifting him in the air. "When I tell you to do something, I suggest you do it." He growled throwing Bobby into the chair. "You need to show your respect, remember I choose who is Alpha, and your attitude is showing me otherwise." He said walking back around his desk. He took a seat and stared at Bobby for a minute. He was pissed.
Bobby sat up in the chair, rubbing his neck. "Now what?" he growled.
Vincent looked away from him, fishing into his desk drawer. "I have information about a Daughter of yours." He snapped throwing the folder at him. "Explain it!" he demanded.
Bobby opened the folder, looking at the pictures. He recognized the woman but didn't remember her name. "I know her face, but don't remember her name," he said throwing the folder on the desk. "I have no Daughter." He growled. He was growing tired of this already, his body was dirty, he wanted to sleep.
"Oh, you have a Daughter." Vincent snapped at him. "Do I need to teach you a lesson?" he said getting up and walking to the other side of the desk, he leaned against it. "My information is correct." He snapped at Bobby. "You were a careless son of a bitch in New York fourteen years prior. The whore you paid got pregnant. What the hell were you thinking!"
Bobby thought about New York and fourteen years prior. The boys and he went and paid some girls, he was careful. He used protection. "I used protection, why now?" Bobby said shaking his head.
"Not." Vincent smacks him upside the head. "You do realize the DeMarco family resides in New York City. Where you bought your whore." He said shaking his head. "You need to get this right, bring the girl here. Hopefully Brenda your whore isn't with the DeMarco family, otherwise, a new war has started and you will have to finish this before it blows up in your face. DeMarco is a dirty son of a bitch." He said walking to the window. "Get the girl here, and we'll finish with DeMarco later." He said without looking at him. "I give you a month to handle this or I'll take you out." He said turning to face Bobby. "Thirty days. Get out!" he growled.
Bobby walked out of the office, leaving the door open. He was pissed, he needed to find Mico and get this started. His father threatened his life. He knew this was serious business. Mico was waiting in Bobby's office.
"So?" Mico asked.
"I'm pissed." He said throwing his wine glass at the wall. "I have a daughter." He said punching the wall. "How the fuck do I have a daughter?"
"Where is this daughter?" Mico question, he stayed in the corner. When Bobby got mad, he was crazy.
"New York City," Bobby said pacing around the office. Boxes littered the floor, he needed to clean up. "The one whore I paid for, got pregnant!" Bobby looked down at his hand, it hurt and was bleeding but it was expected since he punched a brick wall hard enough to leave knuckle imprints. "My father says I have thirty days, or I am a dead man. Get out!" Bobby growled.
Mico did as he asked, Bobby rarely asked him to leave the room, so he knew this was serious.
Bobby sat down at his desk, pushing papers aside, he found his phone. Dialing a number of an informant he had in the city. "It's Bobby." He growled into the phone.
"Long time, how are you?" the man on the other side asked.
"Not good Geno." He said gritting his teeth. "I need you to find Brenda, I don't know her last name. But she hung around Little Italy, she has a Daughter, I want to know if this is true or not." He spoke. "I'm coming to New York, once I have a plane ready, but I need answers yesterday."
"I'll be in touch," Geno said before hanging up.
Bobby left his office, Mico was waiting for him by the stairs. "You need to get our plane ready, I need a shower, ten minutes." Bobby snapped before walking down the hall to his bedroom.
Bobby was ready in five minutes. He grabbed his bag and headed to the plane. Mico was waiting at the door for him. "I called the boys in New York to let them know to expect us," Mico said following Bobby up the stairs.
"I called Geno," Bobby said sitting down. He pulled out his phone and dialed Geno again. "We'll be there in eight hours, have a hotel ready when we arrive." He said hanging up the phone before Geno could annoy him with any other questions.
Bobby closed his eyes, one of his migraines was creeping up. He didn't need this, his blood boiled at the thought of having a Daughter, possibly by a DeMarco whore. He knew that a war with NYC would be disastrous. No turning back now.
"Here," Mico said handing him some narcotics.
"Thanks." Bobby snatched them from his hand. He tossed the pills into his throat and drank some water. Closing his eyes, he played this whole situation out. It was either going to be easy, or it's going to be blood. Knowing Bobby's luck, there would be plenty of bloodshed.
Mico tapped Bobby on the shoulder. Bobby shook his head; he opened his eyes. "What?" he growled with fire in his eyes.
"We're in New York. You slept through the ride. Boys are waiting out." He said walking to the door.
Bobby adjusted his shirt. He wasn't dressed in a suit this time. He wore black jeans and a plain blacktop. He put his shades on, combing his black hair out of his face, he walked to the door. The plane was small, but he didn't need anything bigger.
Walking down the three steps, Mico waited by a black escalade. Bobby looked at his team, they were perfect. He thought about running the mafia in the states but didn't like the American culture too much. Mico slid in next to Bobby.
Bobby's phone rang, it wasn't a number he recognized. "Yeah?" he snapped in the phone.
"Bobby DeLuca, what gives me the pleasure of you in my country?" the man asked.
Soma moved to a new city to start over and open her new tea shop called PLEASURE MOON TEA SHOP. She was excited to start this new chapter in her life. She knew city life was going to be busy and it was going to be hell. What she didn’t know was she was going to be in the middle of a werewolf war and she was going to be a mate to an Alpha name Oliver Stone of the BLOOD MOON pack. Meeting the town bully vampire Detective Marks, he threatened her, she stood up to him and she came back to her shop with a warning of a raid happening to her store. Oliver sent his warriors to Detective Marks but that did little to nothing to save Soma from his abuse it only did worse. The final straw came when the Detective left Soma to die inside her tea shop when he started it on fire.
When Anabelle turned eighteen, she started having dreams, they haunted her every night. Plagued by recurring dreams about the forest with the strange vampire, then the dreams turned to her seeing this poor girl being tormented by her people, and eventually set ablaze, murdered for defending the vampires. As the poor girl died, Anabelle felt a sense of loss. When a stranger came into town the visions stopped her stress level went down for a while. He felt familiar to her, but he stayed his distance at first, but then he made his presence known. He professed his undying love for Anabelle, she was confused she was not this girl from the dreams.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
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Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."