Wrongfully Mated

Danica's POV

My name is Danica Grazel codenamed Throat Slicer and I'm the deadliest mafia crime boss in the entire eastern part of my country. I control everything and I own every institution, organization and body. Everything and everyone is under my payroll. You might be wondering how I got here but before that you must also know that I'm a Werewolf, yes in fact not just any ordinary wolf but I'm the Alpha of my pack.

I'm sure you were expecting me to say Luna, hell no but I'm the Alpha and I don't bow down to anyone. While it might seem like I'm breaking the rules, I have earned my place and I have no plans of vacating my title anytime soon. Many werewolves have challenged me to a death fight, but I've shredded their throats one by one, earning the title of Throat Slicer.

You may also be wondering if I have a mate; unfortunately, I do not. Maybe the moon Goddess is punishing me for my mafia activities, but I don't care! My rank would most likely drop if I got mated. As a result, I'm at ease with my single status.

My pack is known as the Gazels, and we are known for being fast, powerful, defensive, and territorial. My pack's power and invincibility is based on trust and loyalty. Yes, we take whatever we want, whenever we want it.

My pack, unlike the majority of werewolves, does not live on the outskirts of cities. We live among humans in the city and hide in plain sight. You're probably curious about how we deal with the noise and odor, when our senses of sight, hearing, and smell are strong. Well, over time, we've adapted and learned to filter out the smells and noises that we don't care for. These senses are what have allowed us to thrive among humans. Ooh, and I almost forgot, I can read people's minds. Whether you're a human or a Wolf, I'll read your mind.

No one knows why I'm the only wolf capable of such feats, and neither do I. However, I no longer ask questions and instead make use of my gift. I also don't have any Betas or Omegas in my pack, unlike other packs. We follow our own set of rules and operate independently. I'm the boss, and everyone else is subordinate to me and follows my orders.

We don't live as a pack; instead, we live our separate lives. Some of my pack members are mated, and their mates and children recognize me as their Alpha. We do, however, get together when the situation calls for it. We've seamlessly fit in with humans and adapted to their lifestyles.

I run a number of businesses, which I refer to as shields, from which I launder billions of dollars while the city council looks the other way. I'm practically impenetrable. You will learn more about me and my law later...

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Nolan's POV

My name is Nolan Blake, and I just finished medical school. I've never been happier in my entire life. My new job is awesome, and I just moved into a new apartment. If you asked me ten years ago where I saw myself, I would have said dead or in prison.

You're probably surprised, but bear with me for a moment. I come from a tangled household. My mother is late while my father is alive and kicking, and I have two older brothers but we have different surnames.

Although we share the same biological parents, my father changed my surname ten years ago at my request. You're probably wondering why, but I demanded that my father change my surname to my mother's maiden name so that I could leave the family.

It sounds strange but My father, if you must know, is a crime boss, yes, the kind you see in movies selling drugs, weapons, and murdering people. That's my father and my brothers. The Lopez family is referred to as the Lopez clan. I didn't want to be a part of such a life, so I begged my father to remove me, which he did.

I'm still shocked at how quickly he approved my appeal. He simply asked me what I wanted to do with my life, and when I told him I wanted to be a doctor, he sighed but to my suy he said I needed to get good grades in order to get a scholarship because if he changed my name, he would no longer support me financially.

I almost cried with joy, okay, I cried because I didn't expect him to grant my wish without a reason. It was as if he had expected it. Fast forward a few years, I got decent grades, a scholarship, and a part-time job at a fast food restaurant while attending medical school.

Nobody knows I'm related to the Lopez or that my father is a gangster. Whenever my father wished to see me, he gave me a plane ticket to a country in Europe, where we met and spent time together.

I'm not sure how the arrangement would work out should I get married, but it's how we're doing it right now. He communicates with me via a pager phone. Every two weeks, I'm supposed to replace it. When he agreed to change my name, he stipulated these conditions.

He claims it's for my safety because, unlike my two brothers, Jeff and Thomas, who have bodyguards and guns, I'm the easiest target for his enemies if they discover I'm his biological son.

That is my story, and I have no intention of returning to the crime life; I have seen the dark side of that life, and I will be eternally grateful to my father for granting me a way out.

Enough about that aspect of my life; I'm about to leave for work. I just finished unpacking my belongings and soon I will easily Settle in. You will get to know me but for now catch you later.

Nolan opened his dark blue ocean eyes and blinked at the sunlight streaming through his window. He could tell from the rays that he had overslept and missed the alarm. He quickly got and ran into the shower. Being late on the second day of work was not a very good impression.

He quickly prepared himself and ran out of his apartment, boarded a cab and kept shouting at the driver to drive fast. When the cab finally stopped at the hospital he practically ran out. He looked all disorganized.

"Good morning doctor Blake? you have your shirt inside out," one of the nurses pointed out.

Nolan looked at himself and yes his shirt was inside out, "thanks," he shouted with embarrassment written all over his face. He ran into the doctors lounge and quickly rushed to his locker and took off his shirt unaware of the female residential doctors staring at him in amusement at his perfectly toned abs. Even though he never worked out, his physique came naturally.

One of the doctors cleared her throat and snapped Nolan back into reality. He found pretty eyes hovering all over him like he was some kind of food. Girls drooling over him was something that he had gotten used to, he smiled at them and apologised.

"No harm intended please continue," the ladies replied. They were interrupted by Nolan's pager, he was needed in the emergency room. He quickly excused himself and rushed there. As soon as he entered the room he was met with an horrific sight.

The stench of blood almost knocked him out. Even though he was used to seeing blood, this was different. The room was filled with men with slit throats, some had their heads hanging by their skin and they were being wrapped in body bags by the Feds.

"We have a live one here!" one of the paramedics shouted out to him. Nolan stared at the almost decapitated men. Seeing dead bodies was not odd for him but not like this. It was like they had been massacred by wild animals.

"Doctor Blake! Doctor Blake! We are losing him," the paramedic stated once again.

Nolan snapped out of it and rushed to the patient. Most of his neck was severed. It was a miracle that he was even breathing. As as soon as Nolan began taking the patient's shirt off, the man got up like a zombie and held Blake's neck, "She..... is..... coming...... for..... you...?"

Blake was drenched in the man's blood but he remained calm and tried to free himself but the man kept squeezing on his neck and saying the statement over and over again.

The paramedics quickly rushed to Blake's aid but the man let go and plunged lifelessly back on the hospital bed.

Nolan noticed that the man's neck had a dragon tattoo and being raised into a crime family he knew all the Mafia and drug Lord tattoos.

"What does he mean by she is coming for you?" one of the paramedics asked.

"His ex-wife probably," one of the nurses joked and they all burst out laughing except for Nolan

"Do they all have tattoos on their necks?" He asked, to which everyone in the room agreed in unison.

"They belong to the Death Clan, one of the most notorious mafia groups in the city. Apparently they have all been wiped out,'' a detective interrupted them.

Nolan was quiet and began calling the death time. Deep inside he knew this could have been his father and brothers.

"This looks like an animal's claws, it's like they were butchered by a tiger," one of the residential doctors noted out.

The detective moved to where Nolan was and introduced herself, "I'm detective Nikitia assigned on this case, who or what do you think did this?" she asked

Nolan stared at the pretty face, with dark hair tied in a ban standing next to him. She was so close to him that he could smell the shampoo in her hair and that she was chewing on pineapple flavor bubble gum.

"I'm not sure......., we have to take the samples to the lab but the claws are consistent with a coyote but then again they are too huge," he replied.

Before he could finish his statement he felt like.... For a moment he actually felt her sniffing him. He stared at her in shock, the lady had just sniffed him. He looked around and checked if anyone had noticed.

She put on a smiley face and said, "I will leave you doctors to do your work, my team is actually done and she left the room leaving Nolan puzzled.

On the other side of the city, Danica was asleep. She and her trusted pack members spent the entire night mascuring the Death clan members. The rule was to kill and leave no evidence but they left a pool of blood and bodies. The Gazels were always extra careful with their killings and always left the investigators with nothing, not even a single hair.

But this time around it was a different scenario, the feds arrived on the scene in minutes forcing them to vacate the scene. If it wasn't for Danica's strong enlightened sense of smell they could have been caught.

They had to use old railway tunnels under ground as the escape route. The massacre was ignited by territory wrangles. The Death Clan were invading The Gazels territory. Danica and her pack went to mark their territory but were ambushed. Unknown to the Death clan, they were not dealing with a rival clan but a pack of Werewolves. In seconds the pack shapeshifted and the Death clan members were slaughtered without mercy and Danica made sure to slice their throats. Most of the Grazel shapeshifted at will. They were all pure werewolves who genetically inherited the Wolf Gene, only a few got the gene from a bite. It was such type that needed the veil of a full moon in order to shapeshift.

As she slept, she kept turning on her bed over and over again. Even though she could not put the pictures together, in her dream, she kept seeing a silver necklace lying on the table. Someone lifted it and sank it in her fresh. She screamed in pain and got up from the nightmare that visited her every night for the past months.

To her surprise she was still in her wolf form and she did not actually scream but she howled and all her pack members came running. It was October and during this month especially towards Halloween and close to her birthday she had episodes where she was a full werewolf and unable to transform back into human form not until the month ended. She was very primal for a couple of days. Her wolf was aggressive and always fighting it's way out. In werewolf form Danica was magnificent and very large in size for a female wolf. She had black fur all over except for the white and silver around her face especially muzzle, whisker and belly. She had huge ivory teeth with pure dark golden eyes.

It moved its tongue around her mouth and saliva dripped from it's lips

"Dani calm down!" Sebastian, her right hand said as he entered her room.

The wolf viciously pounced on him and was about to tear his throat off when Danica recognized his scent and ordered her wolf to stop. She quickly let go of him and painfully shapeshifted back into human.

The other pack members waited outside the door in fear. Sebastian stood up, took a towel and covered her.

"We shouldn't have visited the Death clan last night. I had a bad feeling, we should be heading to the private island by now. It's already October," Sebastian suggested.

Danica was still recovering and breathing heavily, "we..... needed ...... to send a message."

She got up and sat on the bed, "tell the others to go back, I'm fine."

Sebestian did as instructed, he knew his Alpha was a special kind of wolf but her being unable to control her wolf form lately was putting everyone at risk.

"Just say it out you know I can read your thoughts," Danica reminded him

"We need to talk to the healer again this might be connected to you finding a mate,"

She ignored him and said "find out how the feds were so fast and send someone to burn down the evidence. Not even a single drop of blood should remain of that insolent clan," she ordered.

At the hospital Nolan finally knocked off, it was a busy shift and the slaughtered gang were on his mind the whole day. He was about to get on a cab when the weird investigator stopped him. And again she stood very close to him that he had to move a bit back.

"Are you new?" She finally asked.

"Yes can I help you with something?" he replied.

"You actually forgot to tell me your name,"

Nolan looked at her surprised

"And you forgot to give me your line," she added while moving closer to him and again he noticed her sniff him.

"I'll have to report you to the psychiatric ward if you don't stop sniffing me," Nolan joked.

Nikitia locked her gaze on him, unable to contain her need to inhale his scent. Normally, werewolves would draw in the scent of another werewolf or a human to familiarize themselves with or recognize their mate, however she was unfamiliar with his scent. His pheromones seemed to have been amplified in some way and it was driving her crazy.

When she first walked into the emergency room, her wolf became ecstatic and started sniffing him. She tried everything she could to keep it under hand, but his smell was irresistible. It wasn't a pleasant smell, like someone recognizing a friend, but it was dangerously poisonous, and she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't figure out why a human was making her insane.

"My name is Nolan Blake, and I hope that stops you from sniffing and staring," Nolan said when he saw her gaze.

"Sniffing?" She guffawed, "Hahahahahahahahahaha."

Nolan stepped closer to her and sniffed her back, "that's what you were doing, sniffing." But as he backed away, her hand touched his and his pager dropped to the ground, which Nikitia quickly picked up and recognised.

"Can you tell me where you got this?" She inquired.

"Nowhere, give that back, it's private property," he replied.

Nikitia grinned as she hid her pager behind her. This enraged Nolan, he grabbed the pager and walked away.

"Nolan, hold your horses!" Nikitia apologized, but he continued to walk away. She teased herself, "Just great Nikitia, just great Nikitia."

The news of the Death clan's massacre spread widely. The other clans were terrified; they'd all figured out it was Danica, and a secret meeting was set. Even though the clans and gangs were enemies, they were all facing the same threat this time. There were rules in the mafia world, but Danica seemed to be breaking them all and getting away with it. She had to be stopped.

The meeting was held at Rusuf's casino, which is run by the Russian cartel's boss. Most of the sun city's most dangerous gangs and clans were present, and Rusuf was the first to speak. "Danica must be stopped, or any of us will be next," he said.

"Why don't you put a price on my head and see what happens?" Danica declared as she hurled the severed head of one of the guards posted at the gate. Some clans felt shivers down their spines when she walked in so cold and elegantly.

The entire room drew their weapons and aimed them at her.

"Shoot me, and my men will detonate the bombs I just planted in this building," she said.

They were all silent, but their weapons remained pointed at her.

"Rusuf, get out of my chair," she said.

He got out of his gold chair, rage hovering around him, and Danica sat down.

"I killed the Death clan, but it was in self-defense because they had assaulted me first."

Rusuf responded, "If only the dead could speak."

"In Sun City, you all live under my rules, not someone else's," Danica said, standing up and ignoring him. "Anyone who claims the East is going to end up in a morgue," she cautioned.

"Rusuf, if I killed as I pleased, everybody in here would be dead.....by.....now......," she added as the room fell silent.

A familiar smell disrupted her voice, and she sensed the presence of a Werewolf in the crowd. It was the mountain pack Werewolf.

"How do we know you won't come in the middle of the night and slit our throats?" Thomas, a Lopez family member, spoke up.

"Stay away from my territory and you will have wet dreams," she said as she stood up and walked over to where the werewolf was sitting, "You are all free to leave except this man."

They all ran out of the building after learning that it was wired with explosives. All of the corridors were riddled with explosives, much to their horror.

Danica inquired, "What brings an alpha to this meeting, don't you have trackers for that?"

"Danica, you are bringing attention to our species and putting us all in danger," Jack, the mountain pack's Alpha, responded.

"You hide in the mountains and no one notices you," Danica countered.

"You have been called by the council, and there are laws that must be followed in the Werewolf world before you create your cartel rules," he replied

"Inform the council to keep sending the ineffective wolves they always send to challenge my position, and I'll send heads their way," she answered.

"I'll return the message," Jack said as he stood up. Danica was not the sort to hang around with.

"It will be done tonight," Sebastian said as he entered the room and handed her some forms. "The detective in charge of the case is Nikitia," he added.

Danica chuckled, "I guess I'll have to pay a visit to that stinky skank, tell the driver to start the car and leave the bombs, they'll serve as a reminder."

"What was Jack doing here?" Sebastian enquired.

"Stupid council again, don't mind him, let's go,"

The mountain pack's Alphas and Riverside beds sat in front of a healer deep in the woods. She'd been meditating for the better part of the conference.

She finally opened her white moon eyes when Jack arrived. All in the room turned around, and Jack nodded, indicating that Danica had defiled their request once more. "We can all attack her all at once; she'll never be able to handle twelve Alphas." One of the alphas uttered.

"We'll have to draw her here into the mountains because we can't strike in the city," another Alpha added.

"Silence! "You all ignored my advice and followed the elder's advice when I told you to leave Danica to fate, how many wolves have you lost trying to get rid of her?" the healer asked. "

"She is a threat to our existence; man will soon come for all of us; how long must we wait for fate?" Jack responded.

Shanice, the overall healer and overseer of the twelve packs, spoke up, saying, "Patience, patience, patience." Each pack had its own healer, but Shanice was considered the supreme healer because she was the eyes of all the healers. If their own healers failed or were ill, they all went to her. She wasn't partial to any of the packs; they were all treated equally. The twelve packs also had a council, where each pack's or individual wolf's rules and laws were enforced. The Goddess ruled over the entire council, which included Alphas, healers, and Elders from each of the twelve packs. She was seldom involved in all of the trials, but she was in control.

They'd all been expecting Jack to bring Danica to the meeting, but she'd declined once more......

Nolan was finally home in Suncity, having forgotten to put his pager away when Nikitia had stopped him. He quickly pulled out his pager and attempted to contact his father. He was concerned and worried that a cartel war was brewing.

When he looked at it, though, he realized it wasn't his normal pager; it was switched. "Nikitia!" he exclaimed.

He dashed into his room, shifted his bed, and removed some bricks, uncovering a box containing all of his family's secrets.

He took out a new pager and dialed his father's number sending a warning message.

He hurriedly showered and left; he wanted to speak with the detective.