Running Wild : The Ruthless Alpha Kings

Running Wild : The Ruthless Alpha Kings

last updateLast Updated : 2023-04-04
By:  E. L. FoxOngoing
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Revenge. Sweeter than a kiss laced with honey. Hotter than the deepest depths of hell. And, it hits harder than a f*cking train… I want all of it. I need it more than the air filtering through my lungs. And the constant, unsteady but racy beat of my heart when I’m around them. Darius. Jace. Hunter. It took them five minutes to destroy my life. Faster than it took the eighteen years of my existence for my father–the alpha of the Black Syndicate–to ruin me. I was neglected. Abandoned. Rejected. Pushed around and outcasted by my pack. Now I have to prove myself so my father’s gang won’t kill me. All because of them and by the hands of my father. Want to know the worst part? They are working together. What they don’t know is, once I get released from the juvenile detention center for werewolves I was sent to because of them–I will tear them to shreds. One by one. I, Elise Cartwright, will get my revenge. NOTE: This is an enemies to lovers dark/mafia/werewolf romance where the girl will end up with multiple love interests. (Reverse Harem)

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Chapter 1

1. Perfect Illusion

One year ago…

I shouldn’t be here…

My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike.

It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it.

Holy shit.

I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh!

I didn’t know if it was nerves or me missing lunch and dinner, but my skin tingled, and my heart was doing unusual movements inside my chest.

Or maybe it was the insane need to touch him. For my hands to slide over those firm shoulders and–

Heat sprouted across my cheeks at that mere thought as an elbow buried in my ribcage. “This is a terrible idea, Elise.”

I tore my gaze from Darius for a brief second to meet Loren’s. “Very,” I bit my lip and turned to resume my drooling fest. He was in the middle of a sea of leather-clad, badass men–but your best bet not one of them came close to his level of awesome.

A thunderous clap sounded, and the crowd broke out in cheers. Loren grabbed my forearm, her long, coffin-style fingernails digging into my skin. “We shouldn’t be here!”

“Relax. No one will notice us.” I flicked a long strand of chestnut hair from my face and dragged her hand away. “Chill. The only threat here right now is you mauling me to death with those claws of yours.”

“We’re…” She lowered her voice. “We’re seventeen. That means underage. You know that, right? Besides the fact that this is illegal.”

“Loren, no one cares. We’re practically invisible.” I kept my gaze locked on Darius as I continued. “They’re about to start. Look.”

Loren propped her hands on her hips and ranted on, but her voice was drowned out by the rumble of motorbike engines turning on. The sound sent a prickle of excitement across my skin, and I stood on the tip of my toes to get a better look. Though, I didn’t need to, as we managed to snag a spot in the front row. But I didn’t want to miss the takeoff. It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races.

I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake.

My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

A giggle spilled from my lips as Loren grabbed me by the arm again and snapped into my ear, “Your dad’s going to kill you.”

“Like he’s going to find out,” I huffed, poking her in the ribs playfully. “Hey, Lor, relax. This is supposed to be fun.”

“It’s hard to have fun when you know there are serious consequences–”

Loren got cut off as the announcer started listing the rules of the race. The bikers made a neat line before the announcer, revving their bikes in anticipation. Most of them blew kisses and waved at the crowds, except for the Savage. He seemed to be in it to win it and didn’t glance at the masses once.

Which was one of the many reasons I liked him. He knew what he wanted and didn’t allow his attention to stray.

“Your dad is going to have an aneurysm.” I heard Loren carry on beside me.

That mere thought alone made this all the more exciting, knowing my dad would pop a vein–or a few–if he knew what I was doing.

It wasn’t the fact that we were underage. Or that this event was illegal. Or that some suspiciously shady dealings were happening right around us.

We were on enemy territory. It made it all the worse that I was the alpha’s daughter of the most rivaled pack out there.

Everyone would question my dad’s leadership skills if his only child got caught amid a rival pack’s stomping grounds.

He would have a full-on stroke if he found out I was here to cheer on the future alpha of said rival pack–the Bloodmoon Brotherhood–and drooling all over him while I was at it.

But I wouldn’t get caught out. Because I sure as the stench of shit would not get caught out.

Besides, I wasn’t all out defenseless and alone. My eyes skimmed the crowd on the opposite side of the street. They landed on a round man clad in a gray suit. He had a cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth, the smoke coiling around his large sunglasses.

It was close to midnight. This man would be scavenging the planet’s darkest cave and still wear a pair of freaking Gucci sunglasses. Though those were custom, the frame had a leopard pattern in yellow and black diamonds. Those glasses alone cost more than your middle-class house.

That man was Dad’s wingman—aka beta—Fat Tony. I had no idea what he was doing here, but the more I searched the crowds, the more faces I spotted from the Black Syndicate.

And, as if feeling my gaze on him, Fat Tony turned his head my way and nodded curtly.

Okay, so when I said I wouldn’t get caught out, I was referring to the opposing packs, not my own. I had no doubt Fat Tony would rat me to my dad.

As I shot him a cheesy grin, something fluffy smacked me against my cheek. I turned to see a ball of hot pink fluff land by my feet, then quickly peered around to see where it came from. No one was paying attention, so I shrugged and darted to pick up the pompom.

I straightened in time as a shot rang out, and the wolves above us went ballistic. A cry of excitement exploded from my lips as the bikers took off. I shot a final, lustful look at the Ducati beneath the Savage and released a sigh. “It was good knowing you.”

In a minute, that gorgeous bike would be smashed to smithereens. The thing with werewolf motorbike races–it started with a motorbike and ended in wolf form. The rule was that halfway through the race, the bikers would shift into their wolf and do the final round of the race. Extra points for those who ruin their bikes in the process.

It sounded messed up, but to witness those giant beasts as they shifted and smashed the living daylights out of a metal machine their size was a thrill beyond comparison.

It took a minute for them to round the track and make it to our side again. The moment they hit the target line for the second round, they lifted their bikes and began to shift. I paid little attention to the other bikers. I only had eyes for the Savage.

His hands released the handlebars as the bike shot upward, and he transformed into a giant, blue wolf. I lifted my arm, waving the pompom and bouncing to cheer with the crowd.

This was my favorite part.

This was what I was here for.

The moment my scream of encouragement blended with the crowds’, and as if caught in slow motion–the giant blue wolf’s head twisted in my direction, and his large, mint-blue eyes fell on me.

A ripple of electricity shot through my body and the hand holding the pompom dropped to my side. The world moved beneath my feet.

Something was happening at that moment as The Savage’s eyes were on me. Our gazes locked.

My wolf stirred and perked her ears. It’s him.

A second later, he crashed snout-first into the asphalt–his Ducati landing beside his form in an ear-splitting crash. Everything went quiet around us except for the soft pounding of the other wolves’ paws as they continued the race.

“Well, shit. That’s a first,” a man beside me muttered. A bell chimed, and the announcer declared a fallen wolf.

The Savage–of all wolves.

I was barely processing that fact, trying to understand what my wolf was trying to tell me. She was excited about something. Practically howling in my ears.

The crowd parted around me as a very naked man–The Savage himself–got up from the street and stalked straight toward me.

My body immediately heated up, and my heart went haywire. As he paused inches from me with a deep scowl set on his bloody face, it was then that I understood what my wolf was trying to tell me.

The Savage was my mate.

Oh. My… A wild excitement pulsed through me, and I managed a slight, shaky smile. I had dreamed about what my mate would look like. Never in my wildest dreams had I…

His hand shot out, and his fingers locked around my throat as he dragged me flush against his naked body until our noses touched. “I fucking lost because of you.”

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13 Chapters
1. Perfect Illusion
One year ago… I shouldn’t be here… My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike. It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it. Holy shit. I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh! I didn’t know if it was nerves or me missing lunch and dinner, but my skin tingled, and my heart was doing unusual movements inside my chest. Or maybe it was the insane need to touch him. For my hands to slide over those firm shoulders and– Heat sprouted across my cheeks at that mere thought as an elbow buried in my ribcage. “This is a terrible idea, Elise.” I tore my gaze from Darius for a brief second to meet Loren’s. “Very,” I bit my lip and turned to resume my drooling fest. He was in the middle of a sea of leather-cla
last updateLast Updated : 2022-08-12
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2. Fighting For My Life
I was tangled between two places–physically and emotionally. One, where I was immersed in lust. My body screamed for Darius’s touch, all hot, bothered, and breathless. My stomach was in a flurry of flutters, and my heart was racing. Another part of me–which was not close to dominant as it should be–had my mind brimming with panic as Darius’s strong hands wrapped firmly around my throat. And realized that my breathlessness might be more of the lack of oxygen than what my body felt. I’ve never felt so conflicted in my entire life. Darius’s black eyes bore into my soul as he spoke in a sharp tone, “I reject you,” cutting my muddled emotions to shreds and sobering my mind up right then and there. I struggled against his grip, a hiss releasing from my lips. “Let…me go.” Instead, his grasp tightened as he drew me closer, followed by a derisive snort. His eyes flicked down, working their way up my body. It was not with the look you’d ever hoped your supposed mate would offer you. That s
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3. The Player And The Blade
The light faded from my vision as a large figure bled into view. Not a second later, there was a thumping sound, followed by Dwane’s fingers going limp around my throat, and we fell backward together. I tried to block my fall, but the dizziness was so overwhelming it was a fruitless attempt. I barely landed on Dwane’s motionless body when a low whistle sounded, and strong arms scooped me up. I was halfway stuck between slipping into the never-after and fighting my assailant–the person carrying me–thinking this was another attempt on my life. But the more I aimlessly tried to push away from this person, the stronger his hold became. “Hey, I’m trying to help you here. Knock it off.” The voice was calm, clear, and had a mischievous kick. “Any reason our alpha’s beta is trying to kill you?” I recognized this voice from somewhere. I faintly recall it being paired with me getting a face full of mud pie in middle school. “Holy shit, it is you!” the voice cried out, stopping for a moment.
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4. Freedom. Or, Was It Really?
One year later… The massive facility enclosed in chain-link fences loomed behind me as I headed through the visitor’s parking lot–feeling as if a weight had fallen off my back. Sadly, that weight, which consisted of the mad desire for private space, freedom, and constantly dealing with bitches picking fights, was replaced with a different kind of weight that tasted a great deal of hate and resentment. During my year here at the juvenile detention of Cape Falls–specially designed for werewolf delinquents in mind–I had called my own personal hell. For a whole year, I was trapped in this shit-hole of a place for a bunch of offenses I did not commit. Someone had set me up, and I made it my sole intention to find out who the bastard was. Halfway through my stay here, my aunt, who was vacationing in Hawaii, told me the truth over the phone. Well, more like fishing for information. Rita was known for her role as the family gossip, and she relished in people’s misery, hence why she likely
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5. One Bird, A Few Stones
Jace spun me around and shoved me against the side of the car, locking my hands together behind my back and pinning me there with his weight. The rusty scent of blood caught my nose before a rush of hot wind danced across my cheek as he spoke in a dangerously low breath. “You’re going to regret that.” “I already regret a lot of things,” I wheezed, struggling to speak as he was practically crushing my lungs. Fury burned like a furnace inside my veins and the need for vengeance was clawing for an escape. “Beating the shit out of you isn’t one of them.” He cursed, pulling one hand away and making a motion as if he was wiping blood from his face. Sucker. “How does it feel to get beat-up by a girl?” Oh, I was not even close to done. “Bet it tastes as bad as setting someone up, huh?” “What the hell are you on about?” He bared his teeth. “No, wait. It doesn’t taste nearly as bad as getting set up. I lost a year of my life and there is nothing left of my reputation but shitty scraps. Tel
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6. Hell, Oh Sweet Hell
I stood back with a smirk as I watched the last bubbles fizzle out in the lake behind my dad’s mansion. I was breathing heavily. It took great effort to jump from the moving Stingray as it drove straight into the lake–with me crashing into solid dirt and stones in the process–but it was worth the pain. Every single cut and nick of it. And, as an added bonus–the beauty of this lake was that it wasn’t deep enough for the Stingray to disappear completely. You could still see the top of the car as you walked by. But, it was deep enough to make it impossible to retrieve it with ease. Deep enough to make a shithead like Jace’s life difficult. Also, no doubt dirty enough to do a bit of damage to the perfect, shiny coat covering it. With a satisfactory smirk, I dusted my hands at the thighs of my jeans and rounded the large property toward the front gate. It took quite a bit more walking than I was up for, but it was a tiny price I had to pay for destroying my lift. I had no doubt that J
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7. Strike One
I almost spun on my heels and fled from the room. Almost. I was halfway through backing out of the room when the need for revenge twisted like a dull, rusted dagger inside my gut, and I stopped. “You owe me fifty bucks,” Darius commented. “Typical spoiled rich princess.” Hunter muttered something incoherent as I turned in time to see him fish out cash from his pocket and toss it across the table at Darius. “As if you fucking need it.” “I still won.” Darius pushed the potted plant aside, and I didn’t miss the once-over he was giving me. My heart did this stupid tumble inside my chest, and it took everything out of me not to run off as I initially planned to do. No. I was going to ruin his day. I had no idea how I would go about that, but I sure as heck would try. I clenched my fists to my sides, the need to beat the trash out of them like I did with Jace, but I had to be realistic here. The Savage–or should I call him by his real name now that we were acquainted?–was an almost-al
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8. Cold To The Bone
A prickle ran across my skin as I fell into a seat closest to the dining room door–and the furthest from the two assholes currently occupying the table. I didn’t want to be here any more than I wanted to be in juvie, but I had hell to plot against them, and if Dad had taught me one thing–it was to dine with your enemies. Or, as the saying goes, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Which made another thought occur to me. What if Dad hired Darius for that exact reason? To keep a close eye on him and make him do some spying at the same time? I glanced suspiciously at Darius, wondering if he had that same mindset. Because I had no doubt that he was not here for charity or the goodness of his heart. “What do you get out of this?” I directed the question over at Darius. I was about to reach for a glass to pour myself some orange juice when I remembered Harris’ warning and allowed my hand to fall back into my lap. Hunter shot me an unreadable look, picking up his hand and si
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9. Sticks And Stones
I didn’t know how long I was locked underneath the pool cover, stuck in the limb-freezing cold water–on the lowest temperature setting purely intended for my suffering. It had to be hours. I screamed until my lungs burned and tried to push the cover off, but to no avail. And no one came to my rescue. Not that I think anyone could, considering I heard the door to the room shut and the lock turned. It wouldn’t surprise me if the three men took turns guarding the door for extra measure. The sun was setting, and I was shaking so badly that my teeth chattered noisily. My skin had turned blue, and the horrifying conclusion settled over me; what if they left me here overnight? Or until… Panic swelled for the hundredth time inside my chest, and I tried to lift my arms to slam against the glass, but my limbs were too stiff and sore to move. When I tried to scream, my voice was a mere cracking sound followed by a gush of breathlessness. If they were working for my dad to supposedly babysi
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10. Chicken Fury
There’s nothing worse than exhaustion from too much exposure to the cold. This coming from someone who used to think that the torture methods used in Dad’s–and every other organized crime organization–was bad.For instance, having your finger chopped off in order to get information out of you, sucked. I was ten years old when I walked in on Dad and his men sitting in the kitchen, not thinking much of it.Until I noticed a man sitting amongst them, crying, and clutching a bloody hand to his chest. It took a few seconds for me to comprehend why a massive, grown-ass man would be sobbing like that. Then I spotted the severed finger on the kitchen table.Despite Mom trying her best to explain the situation–while depicting that man as pure evil–none of it sat right with me.It was on that day that I had come to terms that I was too soft for the world Mom and Dad had brought me into. And, from then on out, getting a finger cut off became one of my biggest fears.That was until I was locked u
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