Prologue

Footsteps are quickly approaching. Each sound sent chills down her spine. Her back was stuck to the wall. Her sweaty palm rubbed against the wall. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, her chest burning and her heart settling into her belly.

Her heartbeat was pounding so fast that she could not control it anymore.

“Find me before I find you, bitch!” His voice thundered in her ears, but she remained silent, careful not to make any sounds. She would not want to be found because she would be considered dead meat. "If I find you, you will curse the day you were born," he said, slowly approaching her.

She decides to find Don, knowing full well that if he finds her first, he will not back down on his words. A deep breath. Her eyes opened gradually, but he had already found her. He stood in front of her, palms dipped into his pockets, his eyes golden-orange and dazzling like a flame of fire.

She wanted to say something, maybe a sentence, to tell him that she had no intention of letting him find her first, but she was dumb—so dumb that all she could do with her mouth open was inhale and exhale through it.

Trying to gather herself, she clutched her palms against her chest, her face down—she dared not look into his eyes.

The first step: goosebumps appeared on her skin. Second, she closed her eyes again to avoid seeing what was going to happen to her. The third step involved grabbing her by the hair, lifting her face, and yanking it to the side.

A scream escaped from her throat. She was overcome with pain. Her legs were trembling.

Why was she not told that he is not only an Alpha wolf, but also a Mafia member? Why was she so ignorant to that point? If she had known the devil she was trying to awaken, she would not have gone near the airport or talked about planting the bomb. She would not even consider it.

She gathered her courage gradually before opening her eyes—meeting him was terrifying. “I did it! I apologize for infuriating you, but I will not beg for mercy... " Her face squeezed. Why was she saying that? Why was she acting arrogantly despite being in a lion's den? She bit her lips, reassuring herself that it was a slip of the tongue. "I did it..."

"To avenge your father's death—" He cut her off and sneered angrily. "What were your thoughts? That you have the ability to avenge the death of a traitor?" He slammed her head against the wall, causing groans of pain to escape her throat. "You are the daughter of a traitor, but I pretended to be unaware because I believed you were innocent. Now you have told me that you were aware of your father's schemes." He dipped his hands back into his pockets and turned.

Her eyes welled up with tears, which she quickly wiped away. She cannot be seen sobbing for fear of further humiliation. "I am the Pack's Alpha Princess, not the daughter of a traitor. My father is not a traitor—you falsely accused him because you wanted to overthrow him…." a sniffle. She took a large gulp. "I killed your daughter because you murdered my father. You should understand how it feels to lose a loved one...

His fist tightened. The audacity of vomiting trash in front of him. He turned and stared at her intently. He takes a step forward, clutching her throat with his right hand. His wolf snarled and growled. His claws pierced her skin, digging in. The floor was dripping with blood.

She did not want to beg for her life in his hands, but at this point, he could strangle her to death, and she would be the loser. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull it away, but her efforts were futile. She looked into his eyes, overwhelmed by pain and struggling to breathe. It was terrifying, but she had to do it because, as an Alpha wolf, that was the only way to control the intensity of his wolf's rage.

Her wolf was full of energy as she tried to connect with him, and the color of his eyeballs was fading. It was excruciating. The blood that was coursing through her body had already drained away, and her legs were quivering, but she remained firm and in control.

A powerful howl. His wolf took control of him. He released his grip on her throat. His fangs were visible, and his body was covered in fur.

She dropped to the ground, panting. Her mouth dropped open, her gaze fixed on him as he struggled not to transform in front of her. Unexpectedly, he jacked her up from the floor, glaring at her like she was his enemy.

At this point, she began to regret ever attempting to subdue his wolf, as it only enraged him further.

He growled and pinned her against the wall with both hands.

"She-wolf, it is you who seduced me last night..." he muttered, but she heard him. "How dare you murder my daughter and seduce me? Why are you my mate? Why did I mark you last night…..?” a growl echoed in the passageway.

Her feet could not support the weight of her body, so he held her with his hands. She shivered and developed a cold in her stomach.

"She-wolf, you will pay for your sins and those of your father...." His golden-orange eyes shone brightly, forcing her to close her own. “I possess you. You will become my slave. My sex toy. My slave mate.” His fangs clashed together, causing her to sweat profusely.

His Beta's footsteps became increasingly close. "Your Majesty, this is your Beta."

That voice prompted him to let go of her. His rage subsided; his fangs and claws vanished, but his eye color remained the same. He turned to face his Beta. "She is no longer a Princess; she is now my slave. Take her to the slave master and make sure she digs a twenty-inch hole as her first punishment." He winked and looked at her. "She is my possession; her body is mine alone—"

Her limbs were incredibly heavy. Her eyes closed as she exhaled deeply.

He drew her into his arms, watching her pale face as she passed out.

Elena Romano is the Alpha princess who eventually became a slave, and he is Alpha Don Dante Russo, the Mafia Alpha King to whom all Alphas submit.