Working For A Mafia

One Girl, A Pack Of Beasts

Brass Wren

Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.

Romance Fantasy Matriarchy Reverse Harem Fantasy Beast World

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Valentina Russo

I was never supposed to be here.

Not under this chandelier, dripping with crystals and menace.

Not in this gown silk, suffocating, white like a goddamn lie.

Not walking down the aisle of a gothic cathedral that smelled of blood and sanctimony.

And I was definitely not supposed to be marrying Alessandro De Luca the most dangerous man in New York's underworld.

That was supposed to be my sister.

Serafina the golden child, the obedient one, the Russo family jewel. She smiled in rehearsals, played the part of the docile bride, and promised to save our father's crumbling empire with her dowry of submission.

But Bianca disappeared last night.

No note. No goodbye.

Just a shattered phone, a bloodstained scarf, and a phone call from a blocked number at 3 a.m.

Only two words:

"She's gone."

The next morning, my father was pale and shaking, sweat beading under his temple like he'd aged ten years in one night.

"You'll take her place," he said with dead eyes. "Or the De Lucas will kill us all."

And just like that, I became the substitute bride.

Not out of love. Not even out of loyalty.

Out of survival. Out of fury.

And the sick feeling in my gut that Bianca's disappearance wasn't a runaway act.

It was a warning.

The doors creaked open behind me.

The pews were lined with men in tailored suits armed, dangerous, and watching me like I was prey.

De Luca soldiers. Capos. Hitmen.

The elite of the De Luca family, all gathered to witness the farce of a wedding binding two criminal dynasties.

I lifted my chin and stepped forward, heels echoing down the stone floor like gunshots.

Each step was a rebellion.

I felt their eyes judging me.

Too loud. Too defiant. Too... wrong.

I wasn't Bianca. I never had been.

And now I was walking straight into the mouth of the wolf pretending to be her.

But Alessandro De Luca wasn't fooled.

He stood at the altar like a statue carved from vengeance and war tall, dressed in black, cold eyes raking over me like he wanted to tear off my skin and see who I really was underneath.

His jaw ticked once. No smile. No greeting.

Just silent fury.

And then he leaned in, low enough so only I could hear.

"You're not her."

A pause. His breath touched my neck like ice.

"But now you're mine."

The priest said the vows.

I didn't remember saying "I do."

I barely remembered the ring sliding onto my finger platinum and heavy, like a shackle.

Applause broke out like a gunfire salute.

Fake. Controlled. Soulless.

Then Alessandro's hand clamped over mine and he leaned in to whisper.