The Billionaire's Forbidding Bite

The Billionaire's Forbidding Bite

Mza

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In the heart of New York City, where danger lurks behind every corner, Lucian Volkov rules the night as a ruthless alpha werewolf and billionaire. His empire-a complex web of legitimate businesses and dangerous mafia dealings-is thrown into chaos when he is forced into an arranged marriage with the fierce and fiery Vera Moretti, the disgraced daughter of a rival crime family. Vera carries the weight of her family's legacy and a secret of her own-she is immune to werewolf bites, a rare genetic anomaly that makes her the most coveted prize in the supernatural underworld. As their worlds collide, Lucian's beast recognizes Vera as his fated mate, igniting an attraction that neither can deny, but old grudges run deep, and Vera's hatred for him blinds her to the truth of their bond. When betrayal strikes from within, pushing them further apart, Lucian must battle rival packs and unearth hidden truths, while Vera grapples with the power of her lineage that she never knew existed. The struggle for dominance and desire leads to an explosive climax-one that could either bind them forever or destroy them both. In a world of blood and betrayal, will Vera surrender to the call of the wolf, or will their love remain a forbidden bite?

Chapter 1 The Engagement

Vera stood in the shadows, defiant against the luxury around her. The Rothschild Mansion's grand suite was alive with laughter and clinking glasses, but to her, it felt like a funeral. She was being forced into an engagement with the one man she hated most.

Lucian Volkov is ruthless, powerful, and dangerously charming. The king of New York's underworld. The man who had destroyed her father's legacy, leaving her family name in ruins. The last thing she wanted was to walk down that staircase and into a future she didn't choose.

The fancy invitation had made it clear-her family's name meant nothing now. Only a marriage alliance could stop the violent feud between the Morettis and the Volkovs.

Vera pressed her hands against her silk dress, trying to steady herself. She had rehearsed a hundred sharp comebacks, but now, all she felt was rage.

"Vera, are you ready?" Her mother's voice came through the door, impatient but worried. Behind it, she could hear excited whispers, the buzz of anticipation.

"I'll be down in a minute," she replied, forcing her voice to stay calm. The word *engagement* felt like poison on her tongue.

One last look in the mirror. She straightened her shoulders, hardening her expression. **Lucian might be a wolf, but she was no weak prey.

As she descended the grand staircase, the crowd's whispers grew louder. Eyes locked onto her-wealthy, powerful people who thrived on control and secrets.

At the bottom stood Lucian, his icy blue gaze cutting through the noise, finding her instantly. The air between them crackled with tension.

*"Welcome to the family, darling,"* he said smoothly, a dangerous edge beneath his charm. *"Ready for your new life?"*

Her pulse raced, but not from fear-from fury. You call this a family? You ruined mine.

His smirk deepened. And yet, here we are. Fighting fate is pointless, Vera.

"Keep your fate,"* she shot back.

Something dark flickered in his eyes-a challenge accepted. **She was his match, and he knew it.**

"Fate has its own plans,"* he murmured, stepping closer.

*"Touch me, and you'll regret it," she warned.

And just like that, the game began-a dangerous dance of power, hate, and something deeper neither would admit.

Their story was just starting-a tale of betrayal, blood, and a passion that could destroy them both.

Here's your simplified and punchier version of **Chapter 2: Sparks and Silhouettes**, keeping the drama sharp but making it more teen-friendly:

The ballroom glittered with wealth, but to Vera, it was just a fancy prison. Crystal chandeliers blazed overhead, laughter bubbled in the air-yet all she felt was anger simmering under her skin.

*"Vera!"* Her mother's sharp whisper cut through her thoughts. Stop hiding. Show them you're not scared.

Gritting her teeth, Vera stepped into the crowd. Every smile she forced felt fake. Every greeting was a lie. Nearby, her uncle chatted with men who treated old grudges like business deals.

Then *his* voice slid into her ear. *"The Morettis have quite a reputation."*

She turned. **Lucian Volkov** stood surrounded by admirers, but his cold blue eyes were locked on her. He owned the room-and for a second, she hated how aware she was of him.

*"A reputation you helped ruin,"* she fired back.

His lips twitched, amused. You've already decided I'm the villain? Bold, for our first real meeting.

"You *earned* that title," she snapped.

*"This isn't about trust, Vera," he said, stepping closer. His heat prickled her skin. It's a deal. To end the war our families started."*

*"Your war. Not mine."*

Before he could reply, the room tensed. A group of men-rivals from another gang-stalked in, their smirks sharp as knives. Whispers spread like wildfire.

Lucian's grip closed around her wrist. *"Stay close."*

Her pulse jumped-part anger, part something else. *"I don't need a bodyguard."*

The lead rival, **Dominguez**, smirked at them. Lucian Volkov, playing house? And with such a... *pretty* peace treaty."* His gaze crawled over Vera.

Lucian's voice turned deadly. Walk away. Now.

Dominguez laughed. Marriage won't save your empire. When the real wolves come, you'll regret turning us down.

Vera stepped forward, fury burning. *"I'm nobody's *treaty.* And we're not scared of you."*

Dominguez's smile faded. Lucian moved like a shadow, blocking her. *"Last warning. *Leave.*"*

For a heartbeat, the room held its breath. Then, with a sneer, Dominguez backed off, his crew slinking after him.

Vera exhaled. *"Do you always make such a scene?"*

Only when someone threatens what's mine, Lucian growled.

*"I'm not your property."*

Something flickered in his eyes-almost like regret. This isn't just about us. It's bigger."*

The music swelled, guests pretending nothing had happened. Then Lucian stunned her:

*"Dance with me."*

*"Why?"*

*"Because they're watching."* His hand waited. *"And so are you."*

Against her better judgment, she took it.

As they moved, the world blurred. His hand burned against her waist. The music, the danger, the way his gaze never left hers-it all twisted together, electric.

**This was just the beginning.** A game of power, hate... and something hotter, deeper, neither would name.

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