Go Away, Never Your Luna!

"Alpha." I whispered as I got up, trying to hug his waist but he grabbed my hand immediately. "Do you want money?" He demanded coldly and I shook my head. "Don't get any funny ideas, Freya. I told you my heart belongs to my mate." He replied and I nodded, my shoulders slumping with disappointment. "It's been four years." ****************************** After 4 years of warming the Alpha's bed, his mate returns, it didn't take anything for the alpha to toss me aside like I was nothing and I realized loving him for 8 years was a waste and I was never going to get a chance with him. Gathering the shreds of my broken heart, I decided to walk away but just when I found my mate, the alpha returns and this time he's determined to do everything to have me back. It's up to me to decide whether I want the man who never loved me or if I should go for my mate but there's one problem, I have secrets huge enough to destroy both men and everything they stand for.

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Chapter 4

Freya

"What? I'm innocent! I wouldn't steal anything from you." I pleaded as the guards ambushed me. I stared at Alpha Jasper, waiting for him to stop the guards but disappointment slowly sank into my heart as he averted his gaze.

"Make sure Mia's ring is found." He ordered and I gulped down the lump in my bitter throat which was threatening to slit it open.

I couldn't believe my eyes as the guards came over and began touching me inappropriately. Tears filled my eyes as I watched him, my body trembling with disbelief.

"Found it!" Mia screamed after five minutes and the guards released me, tears kept gushing out of my eyes as embarrassment turned my skin red.

"Oh. You should understand how these things work. Freya, Mia was so worried but now that the ring has been found, we shouldn't have accused you. Take the day off, I'll have the accounting department compensate you richly for this." He muttered as Mia pressed herself into his arms, smiling at me with triumph and I scoffed.

Without a word, I turned around and dashed out of the hall, sobbing as floods of pain took over my heart. Once outside, I fell to the ground, sobbing loudly as I stared at the sky.

"Where did I ever go wrong? What did I ever do to deserve such? Why me?" I wept bitterly, unable to understand why I was so unlucky.

"Everything will be fine, Freya." Bree whispered and I scoffed.

"I can't take it anymore Bree. The humiliation is too much. I can't." I murmured as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

I rose from the ground and slowly walked towards the house, letting the midnight breeze calm my storming heart.

Once inside the house, I grabbed a piece of paper and sat in front of my table. I stared at the blank paper, wondering if it was right to write a letter to the Alpha.

"For eight years." I started the letter and my tears began to wet the paper, making it impossible to write or see.

"Gather yourself together, draft a small resignation letter and leave." I whispered to myself as I inhaled and exhaled.

Morning

I stared at the pack suitcases, I had spent the entire night gathering my belongings and today I was determined to leave the pack.

My head was aching terribly and I forced myself to have my bath while gritting every memory of yesterday out of my head.

I got dressed and grabbed my bag, I wore dark shades to hide my dark spot and after checking myself in the mirror, I headed out.

"Everything is going to be fine." I whispered to myself repeatedly, hoping if I said it countless times then it'd happen.

"Oh, Freya. Good morning." I greeted the receptionist who stared at me sadly.

"Are you okay? I saw the video of you being searched at the party." She whispered and I gasped, I managed to smile and nod after a brief silence.

"Thank you." I muttered and she smiled.

"Is the alpha in yet?"

"Yes, he came in a few minutes ago with the love of his life." She answered and I nodded.

After bracing myself up, I went over to his office and knocked on the door slowly.

"Come in." He grunted and Mia's eyes lit up with disgust as I walked in.

"Good morning, Alpha. I'd like to submit my resignation letter." I muttered and he frowned heavily.

Mia was sitting on his leg and she rose up, a haughty smile on her face as she stared at me.

"Why? Was it because of what happened at the party? Are you quitting because of me?" Mia demanded, trying to sound concerned and I rolled my eyes.

"It's not because of you, Mia. I'll take care of this." Alpha Jasper assured.

"Is it because you want a raise? I'll arrange for the finance department to give you a raise and a yearly all paid vacation, is that enough?" He demanded and I shook my head.

"I'm sorry but I'm leaving, I can't stay anymore." I replied and he frowned.

"You're my employee and according to the laws, you can't leave immediately without any approval." He muttered and I smiled coldly.

"The law also states I can leave if it's an emergency, I'm sorry, Alpha Jasper but I'm leaving." I replied and placed the letter on the table.

"Freya."

"I'll go talk to her, you can leave it to me." Mia muttered before dashing after me.

"What do you want?" I demanded and she smirked coldly.

"Oh nothing, I've gotten what I wanted already. Too bad you didn't wait for him to mark me before leaving but I'm sure you'll get an invitation to our wedding."

She replied and I smiled.

"Is that all? Thank you but I'm not interested in attending, I wish you both a happy life." I replied and turned to leave but she grabbed my hand.

"Not so fast, why are you in a hurry? Does it hurt that much?" She taunted and I pulled my hand away.

"Let go! You want him and you have him already, why the fuck can't you be okay with that!" I demanded angrily and she smiled.

"I want you to weep and crawl on the floor, pleading for mercy. I want to shove my wedding in your face and show you what you worked hard for years to get but couldn't because he belongs to me." She replied with a smirk and I inhaled, trying to contain my anger.

"You're weak." before she could complete her sentence, I landed a slap on her cheeks and her eyes widened with shock. She was stunned for a moment and goddess knew I had never felt so light and happy in days.

"How." I landed a second slap on her cheek, smirking.

"This is just a tip for all you've done." I retorted and tears began streaming down her cheeks.

"What's going on? Mia. what did you do?" Jasper demanded as he walked out of the office and her face turned red as more water spilled.

"Jasper, she hit me twice. I was trying to."

"Save it, I'm leaving." I replied as I turned my heels and walked out, leaving behind every ounce of feeling I once felt for the Alpha.

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She sells flowers. He spills blood. And he will stop at nothing to make her his. Elena Rossi has always lived quietly among roses and lilies, dreaming of love as gentle as the petals she arranges. She thought she found it in Daniel, the man she planned to marry. Until her wedding day when a dangerous stranger walked into the church and shattered everything. Adrian Volkov is a king in the underworld, a man feared for his ruthlessness and power. But to him, Elena is not just a prize. She is an obsession. A storm he cannot live without. And he will burn the world and anyone in it, to claim her. Torn from the life she knew, Elena resists him, manipulates him, and even runs from him. But Adrian is relentless. His love is dark, his touch both punishing and tender, and his obsession inescapable. When betrayal and bloodshed close in, Elena must face the truth: She doesn't just fear him. She doesn't just hate him. She loves him. Petals and Blood is a haunting, passionate tale of obsession, betrayal, and the dangerous kind of love that blooms in shadows.

Action Mafia Romance

7.7

From Pit to Palace: Charlie Emerged

7.7

"I want to end this relationship for good," Megan said coldly. Charlie's heart sank. "Why?" He stammered to ask, trying to disbelieve what he had just heard. "You want to know why?" Megan glared at him. "That's because you're a trash picker! My bright future can't shine with someone like you. So from now on, don't trouble me!" Despite everything Charlie had done for her, Megan felt that they weren't enough. She wanted more, but Charlie couldn't meet her high expectations. So she walked out of their three-year relationship to be with the rich, campus guy, calling Charlie a thorn in her flesh. But then.... Something happened. A mysterious call. Charlie's life changed. He's no longer the trash picker everyone knew on the campus. He now dines in the palace with dignitaries. To you, what do you think will be his next move? Revenge or what? Read to find out.

Action Mafia Young Adult

8.2

I Left The Jester For The King

8.2

"Little Siren: I miss your hands on me." That message lit up the screen of a burner phone I found in my fiancé's jacket pocket while he was in the shower. Franco Moretti, the rising star of the Vitiello crime family, treated me like a fragile glass doll. He claimed he was "saving himself" for our wedding night out of respect. But the phone told a different story. I unlocked it and found three years of betrayal. It wasn't just a fling. It was Camilla, a girl from high school I had befriended out of pity. I watched their history unfold. He complained that I was cold. He called me a statue. Then I saw the invoice. He had bought two identical pink diamond engagement rings. One for me, and one for her. Worse, he had stolen my grandmother' s heirloom jade bracelet-a piece of history meant for his bride-and given it to his mistress. "I need her name to get the chair," he texted her. "You are my true Queen." I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I realized I wasn't a person to him; I was a ladder. Leaving him would be too easy. Leaving is what victims do. I walked to my laptop and opened a new document. I wasn't just going to cancel the wedding. I was going to broadcast his ruin to the entire underworld, and our wedding would be my stage. Then, I picked up the phone and dialed the one number my father forbade me to call. "I accept," I told the deep voice on the other end. "You understand what you are agreeing to, Gianna?" Enzo Falcone asked. "I understand," I said, looking at the New York skyline. "You want an alliance. I want a weapon."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.2

Rebirth of the Mafia Mistress

7.2

My fiancé Jaret Frazier promised to protect me on my nineteenth birthday. By the next year, he had married a Mafia Princess for power and locked me in a hidden apartment as his secret mistress. When his new wife discovered I was pregnant, she didn't file for divorce. She sent her enforcers to my bedside. They held me down while a back-alley butcher tore my unborn son from my womb. Jaret never came to save me. For ten years, I rotted in that gilded cage, watching him use my money to become an Underboss while I faded into a ghost. I died alone, completely erased. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in my own bed, unscarred, the calendar turned back to the year my life was destroyed. Jaret was still just my fiancé, not yet my jailer. And this time, I wouldn't be the one who ended up in a cage.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.2

Rising From Ash: The Mafia Queen Returns

9.2

To my husband, I was just a political bridge, a treaty with a heartbeat. While I sat alone in our cold estate, hiding the child growing inside me, Dante spent his days comforting his late brother's wife, Vanessa. He treated her like porcelain and me like furniture. The breaking point came the night I went into labor. Dante didn't hold my hand. He ran out of the clinic to comfort Vanessa over a fake emergency, leaving me and his unborn heir alone in the cold sterile room. So, I decided to give him exactly what he deserved: a ghost. I staged my death in the storm, leaving behind nothing but signed divorce papers and a tiny, mud-stained onesie. When Dante returned, he was told I died screaming his name. He spent months digging through the wreckage of the lighthouse with his bare hands, sobbing into the mud, finally realizing he had sacrificed his diamond for a stone. He discovered too late that I wasn't just a submissive wife—I was the secret daughter of Don Stefano, the most dangerous man in Europe. It took him three years to find me again. He fell to his knees at my feet, covered in grime, begging to meet his son. "I will fix this," he wept. "I will give you everything." I looked down at him from the steps of my private jet, flanked by my own army. "You can't fix what you broke, Dante," I said coldly. "If you ever come near my son again, I won't send a lawyer. I will send a war."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.8

Runaway Nurse: The Mafia King's Remorse

9.8

For seven years, I served as the eyes for Dante Vitiello, the blind Capo of New York. I pulled him back from the edge of madness, tending to his wounds and warming his bed when everyone else had given up on him. But the moment his vision returned, the years of devotion turned to ash. In a single phone call, he decided to marry Sofia Moretti for territory, dismissing me as just "the maid's daughter" and a "comfort" he intended to keep as a mistress. He forced me to watch him court her. At a gala, when a chaotic accident caused a tower of champagne glasses to shatter, Dante threw his body over Sofia to protect her. He left me standing there, bleeding from the glass shards, while he carried her away like she was porcelain. He didn't even look back at the woman who had saved his life. I realized then that I had worshipped a broken god. I had given him my dignity, only for him to treat me like a disposable bandage now that he was whole. He arrogantly believed I would stay in the penthouse, grateful for his scraps. So, while he was out celebrating his engagement, I met with his mother. I signed the severance agreement for fifty million dollars. I packed my bags, wiped my phone, and boarded a one-way flight to Australia. By the time Dante came home to an empty bed, realized his mistake, and began tearing the city apart to find me, I was already a ghost.

Horror Mafia Modern

Go Away, Never Your Luna!

Chapter 4

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