“Holy shit, that’s a wolf!” Pedro exclaimed.“What the fuck?” Romano yelled.“He turned into a fucking wolf, man...” the other men halted in their tracks.Ghost slowly landed on his paws, he looked down at his powerful hands and long sharp claws gripping the earth, he sniffed the air, loving how sharpened his senses were, the strength that coursed through him. He turned around and snarled at the men.Ryder had stopped running and began to run back to catch up with him.Pedro looked at them, “What the fuck, are you looking at? Kill the freak!” he yelled.As the men began firing at him again, he felt that animalistic tendency, rage like he had never known it before, it was like shock waves of electricity coursing through him, his eyes snapped at them, and the bluish-grey eyes of the wolf turned Amber. It was like staring into a ball of fire.“His eyes!” one of the men cried out.“Kill it!” Pedro barked, his eyes were wide with fear. Ghost leaped into the air, the bullets narrowly swishe
Ryder climbed up the remaining stairs leading to the tower, he saw him standing with his back to him, looking over the window, “As soon as I heard you were awake, I rushed down here.”Ghost didn’t respond.Ryder walked up to him and stood beside him, they were overlooking a large grassy plain that led to the woods. They stood in silence for a while before Ryder broke it, “Does this place awaken any memories?”Ghost glanced in his direction, of course, it did. When he had first woken up with a banging headache and a blurry memory of what happened the last few hours. He had felt a strong pull toward the place. Of course, then he didn’t know where it was until he arrived here, “Am I supposed to remember this place?” He asked instead. He smiled, it was a small smile of triumph. He desperately needed Ghost to remember and up until now, he was yet to admit that he remembered anything. This was a small step in the right direction, “We used to come here together as kids, you and I...”Ghost
Ryder frowned, “Jason, you just got here...”“I need to leave tomorrow Ryder,” he insisted, “You have a wonderful family here, a loyal pack, this is something I could get used to but I have to leave...”“I understand that, Jason” Ryder cut in, “You don’t remember anything and you’re feeling confused, I could help you with that if you’ll let me.”“The only way you can truly help me is to let me go, Ryder,” Ghost replied, “I can’t run away without knowing why, if the mafia is after me then something is wrong and I can’t rest till I get to the end of it.”Ryder let out a huge sigh and raked his fingers through his hair.“I need to find, Ciara. I need to know she’s safe,” his voice was low and laden with emotions. Emotions, Ryder recognized, he met Hara’s gaze.“I need to know why the family wants me dead.”Ryder nodded in understanding, he looked up at Ghost, he had a haunted look in his eyes, like was overwhelmed with crippling fear, “Ciara could be your mate, Jason.”His eyes snappe
PROLOGUEThe stiff air swirling around the four walls of the palace harbored the cries and whimpering of the people inside. Black linings replaced the extravagant interior decor of the palace. Gloomy faces and puffy eyes of everyone inside made it evident that there had been a loss.Red Cross Pack had a sad aura hovering around them. Even the heavens mourned at the demise of the greatest Alpha the werewolf kingdom would ever know. The Moon Goddess had her tears cascade down as rainfall. Thunderbolts struck in sadness, and as a farewell to Alpha Nicholas.This has to be the saddest day yet in Red Cross Pack. Alpha Nicholas was a legend, lived his prime, and conquered packs in his old age. He would forever be remembered. ”Excuse me, Master,” An Omega bowed as she stepped inside the royal study. She had a tray of beverages and cookies. And a note wrapped perfectly and placed at the side.Ryder turned around slightly, taking a quick swipe at her and the tray. He waved his fingers at her
CHAPTER 1. SICILY, ITALYShrieks of pleasure erupted from a hotel room, coursing through the walls of the gigantic building. It was midnight, and the screams were a huge nuisance. But no one laid a complaint, not when they knew where the screams wafted from.It came from the only room on the last floor of the building. There was only one room on that floor and only one person lodged in that room. It was the Capo of the 'Carianno' Mafia family, and the hotel was one of the many properties of the 'Carianno' family.Sicily was the haven of the 'Cariannos'. They've been here for generations and practically run the city. No one leaves or enters unnoticed. They robbed the city of its good aura, replacing it with sheer horror. Vicious killings. Tortures. Crimes. Theft. Rapes. The list was endless. Italy was in chaos. Sicily had it worst, and that was since the new Capo came on board.'GHOST', that was his name. With no background and identity, he showed up like a ghost and swept Sicily of
CHAPTER 2. Ghost alighted the taxi with a rush, running up the stairs into one of the Carianno mansions.It was one exquisite building and damn eye-catching, the last place Mafias should hold meetings. It was too obvious, anyone could burst in on them. But then again, the Cariannos weren't your "typical" Mafia family. They had nothing to hide. There was no one to cower from. They could literally get into a killing spree on the highway and no one would try to fight back. That was how much they dominated the area. That was how dreaded they were.“Sixth floor!“ Scar shouted, sprinting slightly so he could ride the elevator with Ghost. They both got in and Scar punched the sixth-floor button.Ghost ran a hand through his jacket for his gun. It wasn't there. He did a double-check, but nothing. “Fuck!“ He cussed, recalling he left it in his hotel room. Camilla was being fucking annoying with her clinginess. He needed to get away from her as fast as he could. And he'd forgotten to take hi
CHAPTER 3.A red Lamborghini Aventador swept through the driveway of the nightclub, coming to a halt with a vivid screech. Scar was the first to hop out from the driver's seat, and then Ghost followed, getting down from the passenger's seat. With his dark shades concealing his blue orbs, he put the area under tight scrutiny. His eyes swept through the unending queue of scantily dressed females and horny males. There was no sign of a threat, nothing he should be wary of.He gave a curt nod to Scar and headed inside, walking past the queue. The heavy gasps from all corners had his ego inflated. He never goes unnoticed. He'd made sure of that.The bouncers at the door almost fled at the sight of him. His lips quirked into a smug smile as he brushed past them and went inside.Music blaring from the speakers hit his ears as he walked in. Neon lights reflected on his face. Bodies swayed in his direction, and he took his shades off for a better look. He took out his mask and put it on.It
CHAPTER 4.Ciara shuddered at the deep, sizzling baritone from the stranger who just snagged her up into his arms. Her body stiffened as his scent rushed into her nostrils, letting sparks loose in her body.His warm breath on her neck made her aware of his lips being so close to her body. It was a lot of sensation and it was beginning to make her pussy twitch. “Why did you do that to him? He was supposed to be my next partner,” Her voice was shaky. But yeah, she'd seen him kick the other guy who'd grabbed her arm. It was off.“I couldn't wait any longer to have this dance with you,”Damn, that voice, Ciara thought, as the twitching between her thighs kicked in again. There was so much huskiness for one man. Could get any lady on her knees begging to be fucked. She bit her lower lips, stifling a moan as his lips placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.“You sound like you've been waiting for a long time,“ Her words were barely coherent. She was freaking affected by the stranger, his scent