A Ruthless Lycan Alpha. An unwanted human girl. A connection that none of them can fathom or ignore. And secrets that threaten to tear it all apart. All Omerta's hopes are shattered when she is given away as a TRIBUTE to the all-powerful & merciless Sicilian Alpha, Lucifer Agosti. Named after the devil himself, Lucifer and his three brothers are inhumanly powerful, cruel, and merciless, earning him the name 'tyrant' What happens when she finds herself trapped in Lucifer's world, full of danger and passion? Soon she uncovers the dark mysteries of this world and about the 'beings' & 'beasts' she never even knew existed. And her only shot at happiness is to uncover how it all started. A journey of fascinating adventure, romance, and feral desires.
Present ...
Two girls walk out of the back door of the club clad in a two piece, well if you can call a couple of strings on their body being dressed. They are about the same age as me.
Soon a man follows them out. He looks familiar. Wait, I know him. I think he is from our neighbourhood. Oh yes, his daughter is in my class.
Will he help me, after all, I am as old as his daughter.
I am still wondering about that, when he leans closer to one of the girls, and then gives her bare ass a tight squeeze.
I gulp, looking at the awkward scene in front of me and abandon any thoughts of asking him for help.
If there were any doubts in my mind what type of club this was, they have cleared. I am not even sure why I am here. I should not be here, at this hour or any hour.
Earlier that day...
"Omertà! Omertà!"
Who was that?
That sure sounds like my father. But that can't be, can it?
I might as well have imagined it. It's already 8pm, and I have been up and running since 4am, but these chores just never seem to end. My shoulders feel stiff, and my legs have almost given up. I am exhausted!
After stretching my neck & arms, I get back to the pile of clothes in front of me. I need to hurry. I still have to clean the dishes, complete my schoolwork, and I am starving. I skipped lunch as well, since I was late from school.
No wonder I am hearing things and that too such impossible things, like my father calling me, can you imagine?
My father has never called me or spoken to me in all of seventeen years of my existence. He barely even acknowledges me.
It's not that we don't see each other often.
I mean, we live in the same house, where you cannot not run into each other. In fact, I serve him his morning coffee and all his breakfast & dinner every day.
But despite all of this, my father has always ignored me.
Actually, that's not true he doesn't ignore me, I just don't exist for him, period.
I wonder if he secretly believes that if he to not acknowledge my existence, I would one day cease to exist at all. And all his problems will be over in a poof just like that.
Sometimes, I hope that this is true as well, that I just cease to exist one day. It is not like it will matter to anyone.
"Omertà, Omertà "this time my father's voice rings through the house, clearing all my doubts. It is definitely him and he is calling me. He really is calling me. I am still shocked.
"Omertà, come down right now", and with that last call, I hurry down, taking two steps at a time, to face my father for the first time in all my 17 years
While I am rushing down the stairs, I hear some heated voices, and as I approach the kitchen, I can almost hear my grandmother arguing with my father. I had no idea she had come over.
"She is your daughter Lucio, how can you forget that?" nana yells, fury evident in her voice
"your own blood & bones, part of the Romano family"
"She is no daughter of mine!" my father says with disgust in his voice, and I cringe at his statement, but I am not surprised. One might think after so many years, I might as well be used to it.
My father, Lucio Romano, has always been a responsible family man, a true Italian, who dots on his wife and children. Well, of course, me being an exception.
In his eyes, I am the personification of his shame & guilt. The mistake that he can never undo. His BASTARD child, living proof of his betrayal that my stepmom, Maria, the love of his life, must live with every day.
My father & Maria were a love match, when they got married 21 years ago. They had some glorious early years of marriage, but a series of miscarriages left Maria guilt ridden and Lucio unwilling to try any more, causing a strain in their love nest.
It was during that time, that one night, my very drunk father met my not very sober mother. Their affair was short, but not that sweet, thanks to me.
"You know why she is living in my house, with my family, under my protection. You know that very well, mama!" my father reminds my grandmother.
As if my name was not enough to remind me and everyone around every day why I was here, in the first place.
You see, my father is a "man of honour ", well not literally but a "man of honour" of the Italian Mafia. An 'initiated' member of the Luciano family, that is one of the five families that make up the New York branch of Cosa Nostra, the Italian Mafia based out of Sicily.
The most important part of being a 'man of honour' is to uphold the Oath of Omerta, a code of honour, loyalty & silence, that all men take when they are sworn into the mafioso (mafia) & have to oblige by with their life. The oath bounds each man to serve
And it is this Oath of Omerta, that assured that my father keep the mafioso (mafia) honour and accept my mother and her unborn child, given my mother was the daughter of another family member and that too from the Original Cosa Nostra family in Sicily. Not accepting her would have meant hurting the mafioso honour, and while no one says it openly it would have meant that my father would have paid for that with his life.
I was the debt that he paid for being a 'man of honour' and that's why I was named and Baptised as "Omertà Romano", to remind everyone and more so my father to why do I exist.
"The girl has been with us for 17 years. Lucio and she is a good girl, does everything that is asked of her and more."
This is a usual topic in our household. My nana trying to plead my case with my father.
Nana has always treated me well, given the circumstances. I mean, it's not like that we are besties who share their secrets or something, but we talk, even if our conversations are more factual & informative. We could never like really connect, but she is the nicest to me.
"We don't ask her to work," my stepmother interjects "she does it on her own accord. We have never raised our voice to her. She is well treated. We have given her everything"
It is true, my mother left right after I was born, for reasons unknown to me, leaving me in Maria's care. And Maria has done her duty towards me- I have always had food, shelter, clothes and education. Our relationship is at best transactional, but I am no fool I know it could have been worse.
"We might not have asked her, Maria, but she feels obliged to do it. She feels she needs to payback for what happened, and she has been doing that since...." My nana stops as she sees me standing there.
My father & Maria follow her gaze, as soon as they see me standing, and they all fall silent.
"Omertà" my name coming from my father's mouth sounds strange.
It was the first time he had taken my name in front of me, but he there was a sense of finality in his voice.
"Good, you are here. Pack your things." He said casually.
Where am I going, I look around to nana & Maria, but they both refuse to meet my eyes.
"Think again Lucio." Nana tries to intervene
"NOW!" was the only response we got.
The finality in his voice was obvious and ensured that there were no follow up questions. But where was I going with all my things?
"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?"
After spending a night with a strange man on the day before her wedding, Arianna left the country to start her life afresh. The 22-year-old Arianna Jason lived her life pleasing those she loved the most, without knowing that she was simply a prey being nurtured for the day of her ruin. Her life has tasted the butter pill of betrayal. She wants to give back to the world what she's got but how can she change her good, innocent personality to fit into a cruel society and world? Can her sweet nature be contaminated, or will she make it through, paddling on the right path?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .