You are fated to a Mafia King - Rogue Lycan

You grew up in a lowly Lycan Werewolf household, believing yourself to be nothing more than an Omega at the bottom of the food chain. You lived with your family on the outskirts of a town that was overrun by rogues these days. Well, I guess you can't really call them rogues because they all do answer to one, The Mafia King.

He was not always a king, even though he was born with royal blood. Another royal family overthrew his family when he was still in his mother's womb. While his father, the then king, fought for his survival, she ran away. She was hunted down and forced to marry the new king and bear his children. Or was she?

His mother gave birth to him just before they found her, and everyone believed she had lost the child. You, on the other hand, well, let's just say that the circumstances of your own birth weren't all sunshine and roses either, but luckily for you, you grew up with your mother, one of the wives of the same King who slaughtered the former King, your father, and took his wife as his own. Was your mother jealous? Not really. Like the king's new wife, your mother also once belonged to another, and like her, your mother was forced to marry the king and have his children.

 You must be wondering how you became nothing more than an omega then? You know that part I said, "-or was she?" Yes, that part. Well, you see, she was the new King's fated mate and made him send your mother away, unaware of the child growing in her womb. Let's just be glad she didn't request your mother's head on a silver platter. Don't worry about them though, they're dead. Yep, dead. Murdered by her own son, whom she so carelessly left for dead and never returned for.

Three months ago, he returned to take back what was rightfully his with his own pack of rogues and humans, ready to expand his Mafia kingdom by killing the king who ended his father's life. Why did he kill his own mother? Because she was the reason his father was killed. She was never his father's fated mate, or any kind of mate, for that matter. More like a promised bride in a treaty agreement. Instead of leaving him, she had him killed to be with her true fated mate. To avoid a war between her former pack and her husband's royal pack, the only way out was to kill him.

The Mafia king’s childless wife found him on the streets one hot summer night and named him Davide. Unaware of the supernatural world in which they live. When he came of age, and didn't know what he was and shifted into his wolf for the first time, he accidentally killed his parents, but shhh, no one knew it was him. No one knew that the queen he killed three months ago was also his mother. No one knew that he had royal blood running through his veins, just as no one knew that you had royal blood.

After accidentally killing his parents, he searched for answers and when he learned the truth, all he wanted to do was get revenge. Rich in dirty money, he sought out Lycans, but could mostly only get rogues to join him, not as pack members, but more like subordinates. Most of his pack consisted of Lycan women. Once, bed slaves who managed to escape the clutches of their former pack. But don't think for a moment that they were short of men.

Enough about the king of rogues, the Mafia king. Enough time to get to know him. Let's talk about you. A simple omega lycan, wet behind the ears with innocence. Yes, unfortunately, still a silly virgin who is keeping herself for her fated mate. Ever since you first shifted into your wolf form, the boys, now men, chased you with every heat wave like a dog on heat. Your father, not your real one, would, of course, chase them away with his shotgun while your mother yelled at him to let nature take its course; not that you were close to nature. No, you are a city girl. But not by choice. What lycan would choose to live in a city when they could live in a forest town? I supposed your mother, but she has her reasons. Today was one of those days. You better run. A heat wave has just hit the town and with a mafia pack of rogues as your new neighbors, you won't be a virgin by the end.

Your days have been pretty simple since you finished your degree. Wake up to breakfast and coffee made by mom dearest and served in bed like the princess you are. Her princess, anyway.

"Good morning, my princess," she greeted, walking into your bedroom.

“Mom. I’m not a little girl anymore,” you complain.

“I didn't say you are,” she chuckle, knowing exactly what you meant.

“Mmm,” you respond to the breakfast tray filled with all your favorite breakfast foods she places next to you on your bed.

"Good luck today," she smiles and makes her way out of the room.

“Thanks, Mom,” you reply, carefully lifting the tray onto your lap so as not to spill on your new white Egyptian cotton sheets.

Yes, even though your family had a modest income, your parents do spoil you with lavish gifts on your birthdays and special occasions; like the new bedroom decor, you came home to after moving away to finish your degree. To celebrate your graduation, they surprised you with a room makeover, even though you were hoping for a car of some kind. Good thing public transport isn’t too bad in your town.

Your father is a restaurant manager; not your real one, but the only one you know, and at this moment you have yet to learn that he is not your biological father, and your mother worked for the Alpha of your pack; Alpha Chase. Alpha Chase isn't really that good at running a pack, but better part of a pack than a rogue, especially now that your pack was right next to a Mafia Lycan pack.

You missed the whole Mafia taking over the castle and killing almost everyone inside because you only got home a few days ago. Your parents didn't even tell you what was going on until it was all over because they didn't want to stress you out. Your father argued that you were one less person to worry about if the rogues decided to come to the town that was more like a city. It was so big and noisy.

 Today, you will have your first interview for a job. Even if it's just an intern position, it's a step in the right direction.

After your delicious breakfast, you took a shower until the water turned cold. You fiddled with your hair for over an hour and couldn't decide what color to paint your lips. Thank goodness for your good sense of style, because choosing your outfit for the day didn't require much thought. Everyone knows you wear a tailored suit for your first interview.

"You're going to be late if you don't go now!" You heard your mother call.

The interview was around the corner and after slipping your feet into your high heels and giving yourself another look; admiring the tailored suit you got for a bargain at a thrift store, you left your room.

"Are you really planning to walk in those?" your mother asks with a frown and a half smile on her face.

You were about to tell her that you had been partying all night in higher heels when you stopped yourself and thought, 'she doesn't need to know that her so-called princess spent most weekends dancing the nights away.' Well, at least you didn't spend them fucking the night away. Oh, sorry for my foul language, I almost forgot you are still a virgin. Don't worry, princess, not for long.

“It's just around the corner,” you said with a smile as you left the apartment.