Betrayed, rejected, and humiliated in front of the whole pack by her one true love. He auctioned her off, and she thought her life was over until she met him. He is an Alpha mafia, a ruthless and powerful man who had a score to settle with her family. He bought her as his mate in order to exact revenge on her family. But one thing he didn't expect was to desire her, to cherish her, to claim her as his own. When love and vengeance collide, the once-ruthless Alpha is forced to make a decision. What choice will he make? Find out in Rejected: Claimed by the Alpha Mafia, a thrilling and steamy werewolf/ mafia romance that will keep you on the edge of your seat.
Kiara:
The scorching sun above the city is gradually fading, which makes me happy because I have been driving for over an hour. Today is the memorial for the late Luna, who died two months ago, and as her heir, I must pluck a handful of Lunaria, a mystique pant that blooms only at night. Being the Luna alongside the Alpha king is wonderful because of how much he adores me. It is all butterflies, but the responsibilities are daunting.
After a while, I arrive at the foot of the elysian whisper hill and park my car. I look around, and when I am certain there are no humans in sight, I get back into my car and transform into Bailey, my wolf. I sprint up the mountain, plucking a handful of the beautiful blue plant that stands at the crest of the hill. Then I sprint back down the hill and revert to human form. Being able to do that in a matter of minutes makes me wish I could transform into a wolf and travel from the pack to here.
My phone beeps as soon as I get into my car, and I check to see if it is my best friend calling.
"Veronica, I've got it, and I'm on my way," I say to her without allowing her to speak, then I end the call and get into my car.
I make my way out of the woods and onto the road. My car speeds through the empty highway, creating a blur of motion. Just a few meters away from the mountain, I hear a loud pop sound that startles me, and my steering wheels jerk violently in my hand. I try to keep my car under control, but it lurches unexpectedly, causing me to grip tightly and my knuckles to turn pale. The car swerves left and right, and I notice an approaching delivery truck. I try to keep a firm grip on the steering wheel, but it will not stop, and the driver continues to honk.
"Get out of the way!" he yells, and I apply the brakes again and again, but nothing happens.
When the cars are about to collide, I try to transform into a wolf, but my car comes to a halt, causing me to slam my face against the steering wheels.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" the driver inquires as he opens my door. I lift my head gently and hold my throbbing head.
"I...I am fine," I say, and he steps back, allowing me to exit the car.
Seeing the extent of the tire damage, I realize there is nothing I can do at the moment, so I sink back into the car and attempt to call my father. I call his number several times, but he never answers. I try to call my husband and my best friend, but neither of them pick up. Where is everyone when I need them?" I grumble.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" The guy asks, and I look up to see his face through his delivery cap.
"I am fine. Do I not look fine? I mean, my tire is flat, no one in my family is picking me up, and we have this big party tonight that I need to attend." I continue to speak while he looks at me with a smirk on his face.
"I could drive you back to town," he offers, and I immediately remain silent.
"But you are going the opposite way, and you are driving a delivery truck. Do you not have any deliveries to make?" I ask, and he scoffs.
"I left Shadowville about an hour ago after running some Blackwoods errands." When he says this, my face freezes for a moment, prompting me to look up the company's name.
Frostings, it was the cake company from which we had ordered. I quickly say yes to his offer, and I offer to accommodate him tonight at a hotel with food. This is to keep him from attending the party, which is strictly by invitation only and only for werewolves.
***
After the delivery guy drops me off, I make the reservations for him and give him the address to a hotel in town. Then I rush inside the house, which is strewn with busy people. No one has time to talk because they are busy planning the memorial, so I leave and go to Alpha Blake's room.
"You will not believe what happened today, honey..." I say as I open the door, and my jaw drops before I can finish.
As I watch my best friend and husband on our matrimonial bed, lost in their own world, a chill runs through my veins, freezing me in place. It diametrically opposed the scene of the love and trust that once defined our relationship.
"Oh, yes, right there. I want you to go harder," Veronica moans with her eyes closed, and my breathing quickens as I watch her dig her nails and grip tightly on my husband's body.
The pleasure in his voice clashes with the slapping of flesh, and the way he holds her tells this isn't their first time.
My heart is pounding in my chest, each beat echoing the agony of their deception. As I fight back the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes, the world around me appears to blur.
"Say my name!" he demands, gritting his teeth and thrusting in with uncontrollable force.
"Daddy Blake!" Veronica says, and then she opens her eyes to see me.
"Argh!" she screams, instantly turning red and yanking Blake away from her body. Blake turns around, and time appears to stop for a moment. The shock on their faces is a minor consolation for the heartache they are causing.
"You are not supposed to be back yet," Ronnie murmurs, and tears well up in my eyes.
"How could you?" I ask with shaky breath, walking up to them and tossing my purse on him. The guilty expression on Blake's face fades, and he stands up, grabs the sheet to cover himself, and walks up to me.
"Okay, you found out our little secret, so what?" he asks, and my eyes widen in surprise.
"For how long has this been going on, and the silly promises, Blake?" I say, and I pause to let out the enormous lump of painful air in my throat.
"All this while I thought you loved me, and..."
"I love you," he says at once, and I shake my head.
"Then what is this? What did I just see?" I ask, clutching my forehead and hoping it is all a dream and I will wake up in the arms of my adoring husband.
"People change, Kay, and..." he says, attempting to grab me, but I slap him across the face and walk away.
"Let us see what the rest of the pack has to say about this!" I scream, and he grabs me firmly, pulling my back against the wall.
My head lands painfully on the wall as he grabs my throat. He tightens his grip on me and plants kisses all over my body.
"You are mine, and I can do whatever I want with you, so if you like being Luna and getting the respect that keeps your ego high, then shut up or I will make your life miserable," he says, then beckons on Ronnie, who walks up to us. Then he crashes his lips into hers, and they slurp their tongues.
"We have a memorial, don't we, my dear Luna?" He turns to me and pulls me away from the wall. Then he pushes me outside, allowing me to crash on the floor as he slams the door shut and the moaning continues...
I've always been known as many things-the cursed Alpha Prince, Shadow Pelt High's hockey captain, the playboy who can't keep a girl. Life is simple, and easy... until her. Ginger Orbblood. One night-just one fing night, changes everything. She's my best friend's girlfriend, but she's also my mate. Our mate. Born during an eclipse, Caspian and I are tied to her by the curse of the eclipse, but she can only have one of us. It is quite a relief because I am not good at sharing. I always get what I want, and I've never wanted anything like I want her. I sure as hell can't let her go, so I do not care if it ruins anything or anyone. I'll burn the whole damn world down if I have to-just to have her.
"I cannot stay away from you, no matter how much I try," he murmurs, his voice low as he traps me between the wall and his body. His breath is hot against my neck, making my throat tighten as my eyes fixate on his tempting lips. "Wh... what are you saying?" I manage to whisper, my voice trembling. He doesn't answer with words. Instead, he claims my mouth, his lips crashing onto mine with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. Then he pulls away, leaving us both breathless as his eyes lock onto mine. "I want you, Melania, and I don't care what it takes." ** Melania never planned on marrying her ex-husband's boss. Fresh out of a bitter divorce with Brady, she's thrown into a whirlwind romance with Royal, her ex's boss. Their marriage is supposed to be a temporary arrangement, lasting just one year. But when Melania discovers that Royal's family is her own family's biggest rival, she's thrust into a dangerous political game among the elite. Her parents demand that she spy on her new husband and expose his family's secrets in order to sabotage their business. But the more time she spends with Royal, the harder it becomes to see him as the enemy. Caught between her family's expectations, her lingering resentment for Brady, and her growing feelings for Royal, Melania must decide what truly matters: loyalty, revenge, or her own heart. Who will she ultimately choose?
Blurb: "Keep them open!" he growled, his fingers trailing up her thigh. "You know you're my ruin, don't you?" She whimpered, feeling the heat of his breath against her skin as he leaned closer. "Let me see you. I want you to spread wide for me. Now!" he demanded. ** Tainting a good girl's innocence has always been my super power, but with her, I crave something more. Bending my wickedness until it's twisted enough to be worthy of her purity. I'm Hiram Howler. This is the story of a depraved alpha prince.
After a tragic misstep leads to her best friend's death, Bella is exiled from the Rune pack by her alpha father. Her new life with her mother and stepfather, the Alpha of Frost pack is fraught with challenges, not least of which is sharing a room at Howlstone with her stepbrother, Ryder, the Alpha prince, and his twin best friends, Kai and Finn, who are also her biggest bullies. As Bella grapples with her new reality, she discovers that these three are her destined mates who can't seem to recognize her. When they finally do, it is too late, because they have hurt her beyond repair.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
After a painful breakup with her boyfriend of two years who coldly told her to her face that he couldn't keep dating her because she was too uptight--In a moment of anger and defiance, Anna decided to throw caution to the wind for one reckless night. She headed to the wildest club in Texas, determined to lose herself in the chaos. But fate had other plans. To her shock, she ran into her ex-boyfriend at the club. Desperate to save face, she made a split-second decision and approached a stranger, pretending he was her new boyfriend. What she never anticipated was the magnetic pull she would feel towards him or the fact that she'd end up going home with this mystery man. Soon enough, the real surprise hit her--this stranger wasn't just anyone; he was her new boss. What begins as a night of rebellion spirals into a whirlwind of forbidden attraction, societal pressure and hidden affairs. And now there are so many things at stake. Find out how this story unfolds.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
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."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.