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.
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."