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A Mafia To Alpha King
Mafia Luciano Salvatore 'The Bullet' was born, raised, and comes from a long family line of serial killers. But he wants nothing to do with that legacy.
The block that has made it impossible for him to run away from all of it is his uncle, Don Mauro.
The most powerful drug lord and a serial killer who had snapped a long time ago. Don Mauro promised to kill Luciano's remaining family to keep him in check.
On his mother's death anniversary, Luciano tried to go against Don Mauro to make his mother proud by doing the right thing and trying to save a woman named Keirah from becoming his uncle's victim in his sex trade.
Unfortunately for him, he fell in love with her at first sight.
He finds out later that Don Mauro was not after Keirah for the sex trade, but Keirah is a biomedical engineer his uncle has been searching for. A person Don Mauro will do anything to possess.
Succumbing to his heart's desire, even after Luciano finds out about this information. He tries to protect her in the only way he knows how. By kidnapping her and running away with her and his family out of the Mafia world.
Setting them both on an expected path toward a love-and-hate relationship while discovering the hidden supernatural fate set upon them.
What chances does Luciano have for survival and redemption while caught up in his unfamiliar feelings for Keirah? A woman who has feelings for someone else.
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“Are you still in love with him when you know he is a married man?”
“Why is it bad for me to love him? I loved him first before her.” Luciano's gaze turns more deadly as he shouts at Keirah.
“EREDE IS A MARRIED MAN. HE MARRIED YOUR SISTER. HE IS YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW!”
“I loved him first. He was with me longer. He was my first love.”
“Anita is your only sister. And she needs your help now. Is that the reason you are not giving the codes to save her?” Her eyes wander, and she says nothing. “Are you telling me now? That you are still in love with him. After us… after all this? Fuck Keirah… He left you on the altar and married your sister. And he is playing you.” She tucks her hair, glances to her side, and lowers her gaze. “What about me, Keirah? Have you tried loving me as you did with him?” Keirah tucks her hair and nods again, lowering her eyes again. “What happened? "
“I couldn't.”
“Do you see me in him? And think that I would intentionally hurt you, Keirah, or is this my punishment because you think I kidnapped you? "
“Well, you kidnapped me. It's not a thought. It has been my reality for more than a week now.”
“I did not kidnap you, Keirah. Why won't you believe me? I tried to save you. It is not me, Keirah. It was not me who wanted to hurt you.” Luciano shouts. “Do you regret sleeping with me yesterday?” “No.”
“Then why? ...... But you kissed me… you made love to me,” Luciano cries out. He cries in pain. She stands up and then takes a few steps back. And lowers her eyes.
Luciano calms down as he speaks to her in a muffled voice. “Do you feel he is good for you?”
Silent…
“Just answer the question, Keirah. Is he a good guy? Can I trust him to take care of you?”
She tucks her hair as she replies. “Yes.”
“Better than I could take care of you?”
“Different.”
“What does that mean?”
“You are a Mafia, and he is a big, pathetic lie.”
PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE AND DISTURBING SCENES 18+ WEREDRAGONS MATE
Fantasy “I, Trajan son of the late Alpha King Allen, reject you…” Grace quickly ran up to him, bringing her shaking hand to seal his mouth tightly with all the energy left in her to stop him from uttering any more words in his rejection of her.
He then raised his eyes and looked at her with angry, warning eyes. With fear and sadness in her eyes, she unwillingly let go of his mouth.
And she abruptly pulled Trajan into her chest in a tight hug. Pleading with him in a shaking, fear-filled voice in tears. “Please don't do it. I am begging you not to reject me. Don’t reject us.
“I will do everything you want me to do…. Please don’t reject us. The moon goddess chose you for me. My wolf will die without you. Please…”
In the following second, Grace was already in front of him on her knees as she continued to plead with him, still crying and filled with fear and pain.
“Will you do anything…?!” he questioned her and she nodded, and then he smiled devilishly. “I need you to do a location spell. Find Alpha Xendy’s fated mate and kill her for me.”
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Alpha Xendy has been searching for his mate since he turned eighteen. At a hundred years old, he has lost hope and is losing his powers and influence in the largest Pack in America.
The council is pushing for a chosen mate, Grace, and his ruthless stepbrother, Trajan, who he believes killed his mother for the Alpha position, has been planning to take over in the last century. He thinks those are his only problems until he is haunted by his late father's actions and enemies.
Bewitched by her stepmother, Iyya is a nineteen-year-old who has been condemned to live in a peacock's body. She is brought into a supernatural world she never knew existed after her transformation.
Fate has brought Iyya and Xendy together as destined mates, but there is more to be revealed to these two. A choice between life and death, a choice between love and the lives of the entire werewolf's lives, lies in their hands.
PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE AND DISTURBING SCENES 18+ THE WERE-DRAGON MATE
Fantasy “I, Trajan son of the late Alpha King Allen, reject you…” Grace jumped, holding her hand tight on Trajan's mouth to stop him from continuing to speak.
And pulling Trajan in her chest into a tight hug. Pleading with him in tears. “Please don't do it. I am begging you not to reject me. Don't reject us.
“I will do everything you want me to do…. Please don't reject us. The moon goddess chose you for me. My wolf will die without you. Please…” Grace was already in front of him on her knees as she cried in fear and pain.
“Will you do anything…?!” She nodded, and he smiled devilishly. “I need you to do a location spell. Find Alpha Xendy's fated mate and kill her for me.”
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Alpha Xendy has been searching for his mate since he turned eighteen. At a hundred years old, he has lost hope and is losing his powers and influence in the largest Pack in America.
The council is pushing for a chosen mate, Grace, and his ruthless stepbrother, Trajan, who he believes killed his mother for the Alpha position has been planning to take over in the last century. He thinks those are his only problems until he is haunted by his late father's actions and enemies.
Bewitched by her stepmother, Iyya is a nineteen-year-old who has been condemned to live in a peacock's body. She is brought into a supernatural world she never knew existed after her transformation.
Fate has brought Iyya and Xendy together as destined mates, but there is more to be revealed to these two. A choice between life and death, a choice between love and the lives of the entire werewolf's lives, lies in their hands.
PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE AND DISTURBING SCENES 18
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