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 5

Freya

Tears streamed down my cheeks as the bus drove further and further away from the pack.

I was trying to wipe the tears but it felt like there was a downpour.

My phone rang and I grabbed it, a small part of me hoping it was Alpha Jasper but I smiled when Elena's name popped up.

She was Jasper's twin sister and my close friend in school.

"Girl, what's wrong? I came over and I was told you've relocated. You didn't tell me anything about moving away, which street did you move to, I'll come over." She squealed and I smiled softly, inhaling deeply as I tried to steady my voice.

"I. I'm leaving the pack." I replied, hoping my voice didn't give me away and she frowned.

"Why? It's too sudden, where are you heading to? Did you get another job offer? Which pack are you heading to?" She demanded, her voice filled with concern.

"The night walker pack, I'll find something to do." I replied and she inhaled.

"Why are you leaving, Freya? Tell me what is wrong."

"Nothing. There's nothing left for me in the Ryder pack so I need to leave." I answered and she scoffed.

"So this is because of that asshole after all? Freya you're leaving your life behind to a strange and dangerous pack because of a bastard who doesn't deserve it. Please come back." She pleaded but I shook my head.

"I'm sorry but I can't. I need to leave, I need to focus on myself, I can't take it anymore." I answered, knowing well that my words were breaking her heart.

"But."

"This is my decision, Elena. Please support me." I cut and after a minute of silence, she spoke.

"Fine, I'm just devastated that I never got to say goodbye. Call me when you get home and if you need any help, anything at all, please don't hesitate to call me, Please call me." She insisted and I smiled softly.

"I will, I promise."

"I'm going to miss you so much, please be careful." She whispered, her voice breaking.

"I will," I replied and ended the call before I began sobbing quietly.

Only the goddess knew what was in store for me. It was a rash decision but goddess knew there was no backing down now.

"I'm so sorry, Bree." I whispered as I continued going through the companies that had vacancies. None of them offered what I received previously but I was ready to start from somewhere.

Jasper

"Baby, we should go on a vacation, at least some private time alone between us." Mia suggested and I exhaled deeply.

"Not now, I'm swamped with work and Freya leaving without notice has made things even more complicated.

"Oh please, I'm sure you'll settle everything. You don't have to worry too much because you'll get a good replacement soon and her existence will be forgotten." She replied and I exhaled.

I unbuttoned a few buttons as I continued scrolling through the disorganized files, unable to tell the last one I had worked on and the one meant for tomorrow and the days ahead.

"Are you satisfied?" Elena demanded as she burst into my office and I frowned.

"Oh please. Not now, I've got a lot of work to settle and Freya quit this morning so if you want to talk about something, come back later." I murmured and she scoffed.

"Oh really? Why don't you have Mia take over and help you out since you could be stipid enough to drive Freya away! I don't know what's wrong with you but sometimes, actually most times I wish you were never my brother." She snapped and I frowned heavily.

"What is going on? Can't you talk about this later!"

"Later? Later when Freya has left the pack and she's on her way to a strange land? Later? You wanna discuss this later but you have time for this whore who left you for another man? I've never seen anyone as daring as Mia, mates are meant to stick together yet she left you! Freya stood by you all these years, making sure you're fine and the best way to pay her is by getting back with this whore and letting her treat Freya like a dog." She yelled, breathing heavily as she said those words and all I could make out was Freya left.

"Freya did what? What are you talking about?" I asked, rising from the chair and she scoffed.

"Oh please, stop pretending. Are you happy now? Isn't this what you want?" She turned to Mia who coiled back, fear visible in her eyes.

"I wish you guys nothing but the best!" She snapped and dashed out while I slumped on the chair, the words still echoing in my ears.

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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!

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