Captured And Enslaved By The Mafia Alpha

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.

She was doused with a bucket of water. She jolted off the floor, her eyes widening in surprise. A glimpse at her torso revealed that she was dripping-her entire outfit was soaked. "How long have I been unconscious?" she murmured under her breath, looking at the faces before her. "What do I owe you all?" she said, her voice mimicking.

Two of the men approached, lifted her up, and then moved aside. She was attempting to figure out what was going on while also recalling what had happened back there with the fiend known as Alpha. Her palm brushed against her garments lightly. A gentle swallow.

"Finally awake!?" A strange voice emerged from behind. Her neck swiveled when she noticed a young man in his forties carrying a digger and shovel. He moved closer to her, stretching his hands. "You shall dig a twenty-inch hole, as instructed by the Alpha Don." She eventually recalled when the Don had given that command, so she dared not say anything. "Now, come with me..."

She followed him as instructed. Snapping at the equipment she was holding, she considered how she would use them and how long it would take her to dig the hole. She has lived like a Princess, with little stress other than the regular training she received twice a week.

It was her first time staying with men, and the experience sent shivers down her spine.

She never imagined herself becoming a slave. In less than a week, she lost her father, avenged his death by murdering the Alpha Don's daughter, and became a slave. Was she supposed to feel bad about her actions? Don had said he would not have pursued her if she had lied low-but how could she when her father was murdered and his throne taken?

"I must live to reclaim what belongs to my father. I will murder him, just like he did to my father..." She sighed deeply and wore a long face. A pause. She put down the tools on the ground and turned to face the man, wanting to know what his next command was. It is no joke that she is now a slave, but that does not change the fact that she will have to do it just to keep her father's throne. "If he also killed my mother, he would be dead meat," she said, biting her lower lip.

"Should I repeat myself?" The scolding voice of the slave master drew her out of her reverie. She gasped for air and bowed before him. "What a nuisance! I've been talking to myself."

She bowed again. "I apologize, I was lost in thought..."

He let out a snort. "Thought? On how to regain your status as an Alpha Princess? That will not happen, so get rid of it. You should be grateful that the Don spared your life and made you his slave..." He moved closer to her, his mouth directed at her ears. "He kills on the spot and ensures your body is burned to ashes. So, unless you want to die, you should stay low and continue to be a slave," he whispered to her.

Her fist tightened. Her jaw tensed. "Perhaps because I am his mate. I am curious why and how I ended up with him last night. But I suppose that was the reason he spared my life because he had already marked me as his mate." Her chin rose, and her gaze was fixed on the slave master. "How can I dig the hole?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Use the digger to make it easier, then the shovel to remove the soil on the side. I'll measure it until it reaches twenty inches," he explained.

She licked her lips and knelt down, but a strong wind blew, giving her skin a constant tingle. She got up again, thinking she might have gotten a cold. "I need to change this!"

He shook his head. "Until His Majesty orders so....."

Her expression turned grim. Why in the world would she work with a wet cloth? She began her work after realizing she had no other option. Despite the fact that the digger was much heavier than her strength, she was able to use it. She can see how tattered her hair must be, but that is a discussion for another time.

A devilish smile lit up the slave master's face as he moved in closer and yanked her up by her hair. "I heard that after killing the Don's daughter, you had a one-night fling with him. What was going through your mind? That you will be spared and become his mistress, huh? Given that you should be put to death, how is it possible for the daughter of a traitor to be mistress?"

Her veins were burning so badly that it hurt. She clenched her fist, drawing great power from her wolf, and threw the man backward before pushing her hair and rubbing her palm against it.

"How dare you, Slave!?" His face twisted as he growled.

Her expression was mocking. "To start with, the one-night stand has nothing to do with you. Furthermore, it is your Don who is a rebel since he killed my father and usurped his throne; neither my father nor I are traitors. Third, feel free to voice your complaints to the Alpha Don; I would rather have him punish me personally. You have no right to touch me because I am his slave." She shot back, squatting down once more and setting to work.

She felt a rumbling in her stomach. She winced in pain as the worms that were crawling inside her belly bit the wall of her stomach. Her hands closed around the digger, and her eyes closed.

The slave master, furious, slammed at her, saying, "I do not need to report to the Don, but you will starve as a punishment."

He would not put up with Elena being the first slave to question his authority. He will make sure she suffers more than the other slaves because she is stepping on his toes and challenging his authority as the slave master, and he knows the Alpha will not be able to complain because that is what he wanted all along.

He took a few steps back. "You only have fifteen minutes to complete that task. I have a lot of tasks to complete."

Lena gave him a quick glance and shook her head. "Although we have not started working together, why do you suddenly detest me? Would it soften your heart if I told you why and how I had a one-night stand with your Alpha Don? Considering that I sense your desire to be harsh with me." She let go of the digger and stood. "Are you scared that Alpha might fall for me because of the one-night stand? Or are you jealous?" she gestured, throwing heavy glares at him.

He chuckled. Hearing that from her was really fascinating. "What would you like to hear? That I am envious?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"If you tell me, I will grant you one wish." He pursed his lips.

Was this a deal or what? She exhaled a heated breath. "Fine, all I want is to reclaim what belongs to my father while also ensuring that the Don dies. Since I am positive that he also killed my mother, leaving me an orphan, I want to trample on him and make sure he sees his death with both eyes." her arms tucked in, pressing them to her chest. "A one-night stand is a mistake. I would say that it is more painful because I drank myself into a stupor and ended up with him unintentionally," she said, her expression contorted.

When his lips parted, his thirty-two was exposed. "Then I will assist you in obtaining the revenge you seek. All you have to do is never stop hating him, because the more you hate him, the more you long for vengeance, and once you succeed, your parents will be at peace." His eyes narrowed. "Let this be a little secret between us."

She took a sharp swallow, but something was unclear to her. Given that he is his Alpha master, why does he want to aid her in getting her retribution? What is he getting up to?

She nodded, clearing her mind of those ideas, and returned to her work.

"His Majesty sends for his slave!" a masculine voice echoed in her ear. She could tell she had heard that voice somewhere; it was familiar. She let go of the digger and raised her body to face his Beta, who was staring at her with terrifying eyes. "You must follow me as per His Majesty's orders," he said, and Elena followed.

With a backward glance, she met the slave master's eyes, whose lips formed a sinister smile. She trailed behind the Beta as they entered the palace and proceeded to the Don's doorway. He pressed the doorbell. "Your slave has arrived, Alpha Don," the Beta said before opening the door.

Elena could tell from his stares that it was an order for her to enter. "Your Majesty, this is Elena, your slave... " She clutched her arms together under her lower abdomen.Her head was bent low, but her lids raised slightly, allowing her to see his legs.

Twirling, he squeezed the gun's trigger, sending smoke shooting in her direction.

The sound of death reverberated throughout the room, making her limbs heavy and dragging her to the ground. She couldn't take it any longer. Her heart had already dropped to her stomach, and she started to pant. Was she still alive? It was the sound of a bullet striking her and a gunshot.

She was surrounded by intense heat. Her jaw tensed and her eyes closed. She needs to let go of this illusion immediately if it is one; she cannot possibly perish at the hands of the same man who killed her father.

"What would happen if your blood ran across the entire room?" Her ears caught the sound of his deep, raspy voice. He walked icily on and tossed the gun onto the bed. "You killed my daughter, but you are afraid of dying."

Her eyes snapped open. He is not exempt, so why does he always play the victim here? Forgetting that she was a slave and lacked the courage to confront her master, she shot back, "Are you not scared to die even after killing my father too? We are both victims in this, so stop claiming to be the victim alone..." she snapped at him, her sweat dropping on the floor.

For a while, they were silent, but Don Dante moved in closer and grabbed her by the neck. His ferocious gaze tore through her body like a wolf in search of prey. She recoiled as he pinned her against the wall. He growled and released her, causing her to slump to the ground. "I missed the track now and did not put you down, so keep it shut so I can keep missing the track-or you will be doomed," he said.

Even though she had the courage to respond to him, her legs were trembling.

"You will beg for your life in my hands the next time you talk back to your Master," he continued, turning his back on her and making his way straight to his bed. He dropped his t-shirts and jacket on the bed after pulling them down there.

He turned to face her, neck twitching. "Come forward; I did not send you to just stare at me."

Head pounding, she rushed to him and, unable to stand, crawled to his feet. "What.....what will I... ..will I do?" Her heart pounded more rapidly as she stammered. She raised her face, looked up at him, and bent it right away.

"Pull out my shoes and make sure to clean up this room before I finish washing up. My mistress will be here soon, so make sure the fragrance comes from roses." His cold voice commanded. Following his instructions, she took off his shoes and placed them aside. "You look so messy!" he exclaimed as he moved to enter the restroom.

She clenched her teeth, tensing her muscles. "You must believe that by making me your slave, you have won everything, but I will put an end to everything myself." She squeezed his palms, her eyes closing as her wolf growled.

She got up and started cleaning the room, deciding she could wait no longer. If he ever steps out when she isn't done, it will arouse his anger. So, she was quick enough and got everywhere looking neat again before he was out. The room smelled exactly as he had wanted, and everything was much cleaner than he had anticipated.

He has never had a maiden tidy his room quite like this. She bowed her head, afraid to meet his gaze, even as the way it gloomed split his lips into a faint smile.

She looked up slightly to get a glimpse of his strong, dripping physique as he turned to face the wardrobe. His muscles were broad, and his scattered curly hair left her mouth open. "It is amazing how attractive he will look with just the towel on." Shutting his eyes, she gave her cheeks a light smack. "No way! I can't foolishly start admiring him.'' She took a breath of clean air. "It must be crazy of me to consider him my spec. I must continue to despise him."

She was surprised by his abrupt command, but she behaved appropriately. Her eyelids lifted to give him a close look, "Send for my Mistress! Are you deaf?" She gave a dismissive shake of her head and quickly left the room.

Her expression twisted. "Why does he need a mistress when I am his slave? I can play that role as well..." She stopped and gave herself a pinch. "Lena, you need to put your retaliation as your main priority and stop daydreaming. He's not an idol or whatever..." She shunned herself and continued her hasty steps until she arrived at the kitchen, where she knew there would be many servants.

Laughter reverberated throughout the room as she entered. She examined herself closely. "It seems like I am messy, which is probably why they are making fun of me," she said, taking a deep breath and raising her head. "I will make sure to make you all slaves when I take over my father's throne again," she thought to herself as she entered.

"Slave, you can not enter this place however you please." One of them caused her to pause.

"It is a shame she went from princess to slave. What a nice transformation." came from another.

Another approached her. "She must have believed that the Don would change his mind after a one-night stand, but it made things worse."

Her eyes closed, enraged that the maids who served her and her father could continue to mock her. Her eyebrows raised as her eyes opened. She has to take what is her father's, if she can bear the humiliation not from the maidens but from the so-called Don.

She bit her lower lip in a fit of rage and said, "I will not stand and watch you all blabber like this next time, so do good to say all you can now." They clapped their hands and pointed fingers at her as they laughed uncontrollably. "By the way, I want whoever is the Mistress to follow me."

"I am the Mistress!" a feminine voice came from behind. She turned to see her, the lady who serves her father. "What can I do for you, slave?"

Lena gave a snort. "Your presence is required by Alpha Don's order."

"And who are you that the Don would assign to locate me?" The Mistress approached with her arms crossed.

Lena twisted her lips. "You must follow me because I am his slave and you must obey his orders." She shot back, squirming away from the room.

Mistress Evelyn had no choice but to follow her straight through to the Alpha's room. Lena rang the doorbell after standing motionless for some time. "I am here with the Mistress-" They both entered after she pushed the door open.

When they entered, Alpha was gazing through the window without even turning to look back.

"I must excuse myself to give you two some privacy," He turned instantly as she broke the silence in the room. "Why does he look so good now? Did the rose fragrance ...."

"Until I tell you to, you are not going anywhere. Watch me as you stand there." He let out a roar and advanced slowly in the direction of the Mistress, who turned red at his sight. "There's something behind this blush..."

Mistress Evelyn gave a nod. "Charming beyond measure-"

Lena tightened her mouth. Since she was the one who put on the scent that made him so endearing, why would she blush? She simply detests seeing the two together.

Grasping her gown by its rope, Alpha undid it.

Her eyes widened dramatically. "What is he intending to do? Strip her naked before me?" At that point, she was fidgeting.

She covered her face with both palms as he pulled down her gown. He startled her with a cold voice, "Uncover them and watch me."

She gulped and did as he ordered, feeling shameful when she wasn't the one going naked. The Mistress was clad in nothing but lace panties and a handless brassiere right before her eyes. "What is the point of being a Mistress if you are treated like this? "I wonder how he will treat me as a slave-I can not handle the humiliation of being observed by someone or people," she said, clenching her fist.

With a tug, he turned the Mistress so that her palms were facing the wall. After grabbing her underwear and firmly adjusting it to the side, he gave Elena a scathing glare that made her shudder.