Mated To The Mafia Werewolves: The Alpha and Beta Wants me
Jay Mhekzy · Ongoing · 149.0k Words
Introduction
Chapter 1
August 17th, 2022
PEACE BLOSSOM PLAZA
COOAN city, New York.
"May I assist you with that?"
Arabella straightened as a deep voice reached her ears. She furrowed her brows and squinted.
A man around her age strode towards her, producing a lighter from the pocket of the red cargo pants he wore and igniting the cigarette jutting out from his lip. As he drew nearer, she appraised his face. He was the most handsome man she had encountered since arriving in Cooan—a sprawling city renowned for its nightlife and mysteries.
Perhaps she hadn't interacted with enough men, given her lack of outgoing nature. However, she believed she had seen more than her fair share of those who frequented the Peace Blossom Plaza. Nonetheless, she was certain that he stood out due to his exceptional looks. His biceps flexed as he raised his hand to slick back his dark-brown hair into a quiff.
She wondered whether he dedicated extensive time to styling his hair or if he had a personal stylist at his service. The brown puffer vest he wore over a white T-shirt left little to the imagination. Arabella hadn't thought someone wearing a vest could exude such sexiness, but he managed it effortlessly.
Intricate tattoos adorned his hands, extending to his wrists. She couldn't decipher the inscriptions, but she found herself captivated by their intricate designs. Moreover, this wasn't her first time encountering him. She had glimpsed him on numerous occasions while gazing through the transparent glass in her office. He often stood at a distance, quietly observing the surroundings.
"Do you like what you see?" he inquired.
"Jesus!" she coughed as he exhaled smoke in her direction.
"Is smoking prohibited in outdoor areas? Apologies for that. I wasn't aware anyone was here to be affected," he said. And might she add, he wasn't sorry. At least he didn't look like he was!
"Do not blow it in my face, and I see nothing," she retorted, flinching as his hand brushed hers.
"I could have sworn I caught you checking me out just now," he rasped, a cocky grin playing on his lips.
Goodness, his voice. Arabella mentally swooned. "Only in your dreams," she muttered, her fingers itching to wipe the grin off his face.
"I know of quite a few things we could do in my dreams," he hinted.
She scoffed, taken aback. "Are you here to help me or not?"
"You should ask nicely," he pointed out.
"That thing is injurious to your health," she said, pointing to the cigarette. "And it makes me want to throw up."
"Well, I'll put it out now since you said it nicely," he replied, tossing the cigarette, almost flicking the butt away and extinguishing the light with his combat boot. "Besides, I only help a woman who begs for it."
"I didn't beg for your help; you volunteered. And if you want to be cocky about it, you can move," Arabella said, slapping his hand away as he tried to touch the cart.
"Don't you need my help anymore?" he asked.
"You said I should beg for it," she retorted, staring at him. She noticed him suppressing a smile and wondered if he was teasing her.
"But you didn't want to. So, I don't think there's no reason to help. You are not a damsel in distress, and I help such people."
"I'm no damsel in distress, and you are no hero but a jerk. So, I am perfectly able to do this…" Arabella attempted to lift the heavy groceries from the cart into the loading van.
She lost her footing and staggered back with the loads in her hand, but the stranger before her caught her before she could fall. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gazed at him. Her hand clenched his vest as she stared into his beautiful toffee eyes.
"You shouldn't be allowed to lift something as heavy as this," he said after steadying her.
"It's no big deal; I've managed quite well since I started working."
"Still, you shouldn't be allowed to do this. It's a man's job."
Arabella nodded, her heart warmed. He was the first person to care about what she was carrying. No one had ever inquired about her well-being until now.
"I can manage…" she trailed off as he nudged her aside.
Effortlessly, he lifted the loads as if they were empty sacks, depositing them all in the van. He was done in seconds, a task that would have taken her at least an hour to complete.
“Thank you.” Arabella smiled. “Don't sweat it.” He shrugged and proceeded on his way.
“Wait!” Arabella shouted before she could help herself. She grimaced, shaking her head as her leg moved towards him. Luckily, he halted and cocked his brows. “Do you live around here? I've seen you a lot lately.” That was a weird question even to her. However, her brain was odd when it came to thinking sometimes. Blaze shrugged but said nothing. She was pretty inquisitive, and he was intrigued. Usually, he never lingered too much when it came to the women of Cooan, but she was different.
He didn't know how; it felt as if he could almost relate to her. Also, he didn't know how to say no to her, and it was just his first time talking to her.
“You seem so secretive.” Arabella narrowed her eyes at him.
“You don't expect me to tell my life story to a stranger,” Blaze replied promptly.
“I didn't say you should.” Arabella scowled. “I was only curious.”
“Well, stop being curious.” He grunted. “You can get hurt.” What was wrong with sexy men acting so mysterious? She didn't know, but most she had seen were like him.
They never disclosed their identity and only engaged in small talk. She hadn't spoken to a lot, but the ones she had acted the same way. “At least tell me your name!” She yelled at his retreating back.
Blaze stepped towards her, and she flinched as he gripped the shirt pocket she donned.
“It's Blaze.” He mumbled, glancing around.
“Arabella.” She replied. Even though he didn't need her to introduce herself, as he knew her even before now, he didn't want her to know he was stalking her.
He was known to do his job neatly. His interaction with her could get him in trouble as well. But she required his help. He had a soft spot for damsels in distress. No matter who they were.
“Is that your given name?” Arabella asked.
Blaze heaved a breath and shrugged again, “Figure that out yourself.”
"Jesus! Why is he acting like his pants are in a twist? It was just an innocent question," Arabella grumbled, rolling her eyes. She sighed as she watched him mount the monstrous-looking motorbike, zooming away.
Arabella straightened as her supervisor, Claire, stepped towards her.
"I noticed you were interacting with that guy," Claire said, her dark-brown eyes narrowing at Arabella. The latter twisted her fingers while staring down.
"He was just helping me out," Arabella mumbled. She was aware that interacting with people while working was prohibited unless it was work-related. "It won't happen again," she added with a sigh.
"I'm not deducting it from your paycheck," Claire began.
"You are not?" Arabella asked, her eyes widening. It was her first time socializing outside during work, and it was her first time hearing her stern supervisor not wanting to deduct from her paycheck. It had never happened before, and it felt strange. She eyed the middle-aged, slender woman in front of her.
"I'm here to advise you like a mother," Arabella let out a relieved sigh before looking at her. "About what?"
"Cooan is a dangerous place; you should be careful who you associate with. Haven't you heard about the recent crime wave?"
Arabella nodded. The latest incident was the mysterious disappearance of teenage girls. Although she wasn't a teenager, she could fit the description. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches, with a lithe body, she loved her physique, but she knew she could be mistaken for a teenager due to her stature. Nonetheless, she didn't understand how what was happening was related to Blaze.
"I know you might not fully grasp this, but stay away from him and be cautious," Arabella nodded, saying, "I will."
"Now, get back to work," Claire said, giving her shoulder a slap. "I might not let this go next time."
"Definitely, you won't," Arabella muttered, flashing Claire a bright smile as she turned. "Did you say something?"
"I didn't say anything," Arabella replied.
Claire nodded and headed towards the large building.
Once she was gone, Arabella's thoughts returned to Blaze. She glared at the spot where she had met him and sighed, "Goodness, I really wanted to learn more about him." She pouted and tapped the box while stalling for a bit and, simultaneously keeping an eye out for Claire. Seeing no sign of him, she rolled her eyes and resumed her task until her work shift ended.
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Beneath the grand halls and traditions, a brutal game is being played.
The four ruling Alphas of the North, South, East, and West fight for power, dominance... and now, for me.
A virgin. Untouched. Unclaimed. The prize they all want.
There’s the mate who shattered my heart and swears he’ll win me back.
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The dangerous playboy who promises no one will ever touch me but him.
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But in a place where love is a battlefield and lust is a weapon... falling in love might be the most dangerous thing I ever do.
Welcome to Elite Order Academy—where every desire has a price, and my body is the ultimate trophy.
BROKEN TRUST
Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.
Emily’s affair didn’t just end her marriage—it erased the life she thought was guaranteed. Ryan left without looking back, carrying his anger like armor and leaving Emily alone with regret she would never outrun. Three years later, fate drags them back into each other’s world, along with a little girl who has Ryan’s eyes and a truth that shatters everything he thought he knew.
Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?
Fated to the Enemy: The Alpha's Witch Bride
My touch tames his inner beast.
… Until I find another woman’s bite mark on his neck.
As a holy witch, I shouldn't be sneaking out for Zuri—a cursed shape-shifter from a rival clan.
But our forbidden heat is intoxicating.
When his monstrous Primal breaks free, slaughtering everything in its path, even his fiercest warriors cower.
I don't.
I walk straight to the blood-soaked beast, press my body against his, and tame him with a single, desperate embrace.
There’s just one problem: his clan betrothed him to a Shaman’s daughter.
I tell myself it's purely political. I tell myself his heart is mine.
Until tonight.
He sneaks into the woods for me. We share a deep, hungry kiss under the moonlight.
But as I pull back, my blood runs cold.
Right there, on the neck of the man I just risked my soul to save...
Is a fresh, undeniable bite mark.
The CEO Above My Desk
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My hand tightens subtly at Violet’s waist.
“Then I’ll build her a new one,” I reply. “Even if I have to burn the old one down myself.”
I don’t work for Rowan Ashcroft.
I work beneath him.
From my desk, I decide who gets access to the most ruthless CEO in the city, and who never makes it past the lobby. I manage his time, his silence, his enemies. I keep his world running while my own quietly collapses under unpaid bills, a mother locked in rehab, and a brother who vanished without a goodbye.
Rowan Ashcroft is power wrapped in a tailored suit.
Cold. Untouchable. Merciless.
He doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t see people, only usefulness.
And for a long time, I was just useful.
Until he started watching.
A shift in his attention is subtle at first. A pause too long. A look that lingers. Orders that pull me closer instead of pushing me away. The man who stands above my desk begins to control more than my schedule, and I realize too late that being noticed by Rowan Ashcroft is far more dangerous than being ignored.
Because men like him don’t crave affection.
They crave possession.
This was supposed to be a job.
Not a test of my limits.
Not a slow, deliberate descent into his authority.
But if Rowan Ashcroft decides I belong under his desk, then so be it.
Survival has a price, and the bills don’t care how I pay them.
Faking It With My Worst Enemy On Ice
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Just when Clare is ready to disappear, Rhys Calloway, her worst enemy and the team's arrogant captain, pulls her into his arms and tells everyone she is his girlfriend.
She should have pushed him away, but she kissed him back instead.
Now Clare is locked into a two-month fake relationship with the most infuriating man she has ever met, trying to get over a stepbrother who never cared and survive a captain who makes her forget why she was supposed to hate him.
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But when his long-lost love returns, she is unceremoniously pushed aside to make room for the "real" family.
Enough was enough.
After he publicly humiliates her and chooses the mistress’s daughter over his own son during a birthday party, something inside her finally snaps. She doesn't just want out of the marriage; she wants her life back. With a secret talent for design and a newfound resolve, she walks away from the gilded cage of his estate.
But as she rises from the ashes of her failed marriage to reclaim her status as a top-tier designer, he realizes the woman he treated as a disposable pawn was the only one who truly held his world together.
Now, the woman who once begged for his attention is no longer looking back. Will he be able to earn her forgiveness, or is he finally too late?
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Then the truth came out.
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It brought anxiety to all the Laurent family. But what they don’t know…is that Camille never needed them.
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Yet despite everything, her family still chooses Talia.
Every accusation against Talia is forgiven. Every scheme against Camille is brushed aside. Even Matteo, the man who was supposed to be Camille’s fiancé—cannot let go of the woman he always believed belonged by his side.
But while the Laurent family underestimates Camille, another man begins to see exactly who she is.
Dante Moretti.
The ruthless heir of an old-money dynasty. A billionaire CEO worshipped by the public…and the merciless king of a criminal empire hidden beneath the city’s glittering surface. When Dante is poisoned by a rival syndicate with a deadly toxin no doctor can cure, he offers a fortune for anyone who can save him.
Only Camille can. Their deal is simple: she becomes his personal physician, and he gives her anything she wants.
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Safe passage through Arizona territory comes with a price.
Her.
Kellan Stroud is thirty, powerful, ruthless, and already waiting at Sturgis to meet the woman he expects to marry.
Taryn wants no part of him, no part of the agreement, and definitely no part of a future chosen for her by two men who think a signature is enough to decide where she belongs.
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At twenty, Bobby is one of the youngest fully patched members of the Sons of Doom MC. He is quiet until he has something to say, dangerous when he needs to be, and smart enough to get into places no one else can. Hacking is what he does best.
Until Taryn gives him a new problem to solve.
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But stealing another president’s future wife is not a misunderstanding.
It is an insult.
A betrayal.
And in the MC world, it can mean war.
Taryn refuses to be anyone’s property.
Bobby has never been good at following rules.
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The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife
GO ON YOUR KNEES, ALPHA.
He was wrong.
Six years ago, Pete Leadsilver had everything an Alpha could want. Power, a respected pack and a future already written for him.
Then he met me.
What began as a game became a mistake I would spend years trying to survive. When I told him I was carrying his child, Pete chose not to believe me. He rejected me, humiliated me, and allowed the people around him to make sure I understood that there was no place for me in his world.
So I disappeared.
I took the secret of my pregnancy with me and built a life far away from the Alpha who had broken me.
Six years later, Pete finds me again. Only this time, he isn't the man with all the power. His pack is dying, his people are running out of time, and I may be the only person capable of saving them.
But I'm no longer the woman Pete remembers. And beside me is a little boy who carries far too much of Pete's face to be a coincidence.
Our reunion should have been about a cure, but instead, it becomes the beginning of a war neither of us saw coming.
Because Pete's greatest danger isn't outside his pack.
It's inside his own family.
Old resentment turns into manipulation. Loyalty becomes betrayal. And the people Pete trusts begin hiding secrets that threaten to destroy everything he's built.
Then someone comes for the people I love.
Suddenly, this is no longer about whether Pete can earn my forgiveness.
It's about whether he can keep me alive.
Whether he can protect the son he never knew existed.
Whether he can uncover the truth before the people closest to him destroy everything he has finally learned to value.
Along the way, we'll lose people we thought would always stand beside us, I'll be forced to confront wounds I've spent six years trying to bury, and the family we're slowly building will be tested in ways neither of us could have imagined.
Because sometimes love isn't the hardest thing to find. Sometimes it's the hardest thing to survive.
Pete once believed power meant never needing anyone and I once believed surviving him meant leaving him behind.
We were both wrong.
Because some bonds refuse to die, some betrayals cut deeper than rejection and some people don't come back into your life to give you a second chance.
They come back to show you exactly what you almost lost.
Pete Leadsilver lost me once.
This time, he'll have to fight to keep the family he never knew he needed.
Moonfire: Betrayed By The Alpha
Alpha Caden Blackwell believed those words would break me. That after three years of marriage marked by silence, humiliation, and quiet rejection, I would fear a life without him.
I did once.
As the Luna of the Shadowcrest Pack, I gave everything to a man my wolf recognized as her mate, enduring whispers, cold stares, and a pack that never truly accepted me. I stayed because I believed love required endurance. Because I believed patience would one day be rewarded.
That belief shattered the night Caden welcomed his former lover back into our home, along with a child he claimed as his heir. It ended the moment his choices nearly cost me my life and the life of one of my unborn pups. Leaving was no longer a matter of pride. It was survival.
Caden does not know the woman who walked away. He still sees the Luna who waited, who forgave, who loved without limits. He does not see Nova Ashton, a woman capable of rebuilding her identity and claiming a future on her own terms.
I will never crawl back.
Letters to a Dark Prince
Thrown into Isteros Academy—a world of old money, blood money, and cruel social games—she's an outsider by birth and an afterthought by design. Her sister Solyn is the school's untouchable queen and Mara is her favorite target.
Everyone expects Atreus to treat his fiancée’s scholarship sister like everyone else does—as if she doesn’t matter.
Instead, his dorm room sits directly across from hers, close enough that she can see his light go out at night. Some nights, he climbs the old maintenance trellis just to check on her. He teaches her chess. He shows up exactly when something's gone wrong—and never once asks to be thanked for it.
"Don't fall in love with one piece," he warns her, over a board neither of them treats like a game anymore. "It punishes the person who only sees half of it."
Mara doesn't understand why the boy who's supposed to make her life harder keeps quietly making it easier—not until she realizes the anonymous stranger she's been writing to every week already has a name.
His.
He doesn't know he's writing to her, either.
By the time they find out, it's too late to stop what's already happening. Far too dangerous for anyone to find out.
In an empty studio, in the middle of a rainstorm, she asks him: 'Am I the kind of girl who kisses a boy engaged to my sister?'
He doesn't answer.
So she asks: 'What are we?’
He told her not to fall in love with one piece.
She fell anyway.
And he was never far behind.
