The Cold Alpha and His Mate

My heart contended as I walked down the hall, leading to my fathers office, my steps were heavy and loud to let him know I was coming his way.

I placed my hand on the door clump and turned it sluggishly, reluctant to walk in. But I did so anyway.

I stood confidently infront of my father determined not to let him see my fear." Yes father?" I questioned explosively, standing infront of his rustic office that filled half of the room. It had papers that were wet from him preliminarily discovering his beer bottle, that was now empty on his office along with the others. The room was dim and his curtains were closed, not letting the sun light through.

The intimidation was percolating out of him, yet his reverse was to me as he spoke.

" You're my youthful child, and only son" he declared with a careless but demanding tone." You're going to get wedded to Ragnar Luke" My father put out his cigarette as he turned his president around to see my response. My heart beat set from just hearing the name.

Ragnar Luke as in the Ragnar Luke." They enjoy one of the biggest Mafia's father" I responded with fear in my voice. I did not want to marry someone because of their power, wanted to marry someone who I loved and trusted. Someone who'll admire me and watch for me.

" Exactly, you'll meet him in a week, you'll make a good print or differently there will be consequences, do you understand?" my father spoke demandingly, grinding his teeth in wrathfulness.

The reek of alcohol filled the room. He was drunk as usual, should not be surprised as he has always been this way." Yes father" I stated, trying to hide my wrathfulness and frustration." Get out of my office" He lumbered turning his president down from me. A gash rolled down my impertinence as I shut the door still.

strutted down the hallway, feeling stupefied about what he'd just blazoned to me.

headed straight for my room, shutting the door behind me. Hay on my bed, feeling overwhelmed by forlornness and shock. I had mixed feelings; I did not know this man.

Ragnar could be vituperative, aggressive, violent, loud and indeed worse, a drunk like my own father. Not to mention Ragnar doesn't have the stylish character in the Mafia. I could be stuck with a man who is exactly like my father and I wouldn't be suitable to do anything about it.

Lost in my studies, heard a light knock on my door.

" Sofia?" my mama uttered vocally before entering my room.

" Mamá" I responded sorely as I lowered , eventually letting the sadness consume me. My mama wrapped her arms around me, trying to console me the stylish she could.

I was worried but I could not change the situation so l'll just have to accept it

She rubbed my reverse soothingly, trying to comfort me.

" Your father told me moment what he planning, I wouldn't have let him, if I'd of known sooner" she tried to hold back the emotion in her voice." I know" I soughed, hugging my mama tighter than ahead." Your sisters aren't going to be happy about this, especially Raul" My mama shook her head disappointedly, not suitable to make eye contact with me.

Raul was my oldest family and unexpectedly I get along with him the stylish. I've 4 other sisters so 5 in total.

Raul, Stefano,

Marco, Javi and the youthful boy Diego. We are each only a time piecemeal.

We're all Spanish but my father had interdicted us from learning indeed a word of the language because he uses it to talk to his musketeers and Mafia alliances so that we can not hear to the discussion and know his idea's unless he wanted us to.

" Anyways, come down and eat with your family, regale is ready" My mama spoke calmly as she stroked a beachfront of my loose hair behind my observance. She stood up and walked out; I followed my mama downward shortly after.