The rumored Mafia boss, Romeo Martakis, is dead - The New York Times The CEO of Martakis Holdings has been successfully found dead in his penthouse - The Newshour Romeo Martakis found dead in a pool of his blood - The Gossip Tab Another newspaper or notification would send Alpha Luca over the edge, and he would find every editor before killing them in the most gruesome manner. Imagine waking up to a piece of news splashed everywhere about your friend's death, and you both know that killing him is like moving a mountain. Almost impossible. "Killing Lord Romeo is almost impossible, and we would have felt his soul leave the supernatural bond. Everything isn't adding up. "Not like the vampire had any good thing to do; he better be dead for real," Beta Ryan scoffed before leaning to pick a cup of cappuccino on the table. Before she could say jack, she was pinned against the wall by a furious Alpha Luca Castillo, who had pressed both fingers over her neck, preventing her from breathing

Alpha Luca would have that a week after, the news around Lord Romeo's disappearance would die down, but it had only gotten bigger. It annoyed him every day, and he was tempted to travel to Earth, just to find the reporters who are spreading this. He wanted to punish them so badly, but he had enough on his plates already, worrying about Lord Romeo. He even had to go through a possible list of people Lord Romeo had wronged in the past, but half of them were dead and he considered them weaklings. He didn't think they would even dare come after Romeo. Ryan was watching from across the table and you could tell from the look on her face that she was not pleased with what was troubling him. Alpha Luca had invited her to dine with him that afternoon, but he hadn't even said a single word to her. She couldn't eat either because she didn't have the appetite, and his food was also untouched. Tired of it, she decided to speak up. "You know, maybe he just ran away?" She told him with a shrug. "Yo

"What is going on here? where am I?" He asked rhetorically, stumbling and trying hard to move against the wind. He kept struggling against the wind but it kept dragging him back into the chamber making him yell out in frustration. He woke up in a strange realm and nothing seemed familiar at all, he was confused and was almost losing his mind. He tried moving into the vacuum again and was pushed back forcefully by the wind yet again and so he stopped trying and sat back down on the floor when he woke up. "What's wrong?" He muttered looking around once again, he saw he was in the middle of a vacuum and yet it felt like he was inside of a cabin with no encasement. There was no door, no window; it was just like being in a vast space. He propped his head with his hands and concluded he was most probably drunk, but then he wasn't hungover. So what was wrong, he thought, pulling his hair in frustration. He pulled himself off the floor and tried walking in another direction with the h

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, grabbing the shapeshifter by his collar. "I'm Romeo." The shapeshifter replied as if stating the obvious. "You aren't Romeo so shut the fuck up." Alpha Luca said, pulling him out of the driver's seat. "I'm Romeo wolfie, don't you recognize me," The shapeshifter said, still pretending, which further infuriated Luca into punching his head against the dashboard of the car. "Who the hell are you?" He screamed at the imposter. "I'm Romeo." The shale shifter kept insisting. "You aren't Romeo." Alpha Luca started and got a laugh in return. "You're wiser than they say you are a big bad wolf." The shapeshifter commended realizing his cover had been blown off by the Alpha. "What the hell are you doing here?" Alpha Luca asked, pissed at the fact that he was almost fooled. "Pretending to be Romeo I presume." The shapeshifter teased wiping off the blood on his head which has now spilled over the dashboard of the car. "What the hell." Alpha Luca growled,

In a room barely illuminated except for the burning candles around, was a group of seven people: men and women dressed alike. They were all dressed in black gowns with capes and were gathered around a table.The cabin was near a lake and was covered by a thick forest. The niche was as silent as a tomb except for the rustling of the leaves and the sound of the cold breeze romancing the lake.A young man of about twenty-five years of age walked into the room with his face slightly covered by a hat. He was wearing the same black gown as the members of the group. "The witch is here but she wouldn't step in.'' he announced, clearing out his gray hat. The people around the table greeted one another with congratulatory smiles upon the announcement of the witch's arrival."Bring her in." directed the man seating in their middle in an authoritative tone. On both sides were three people each. Both his hands were stretched forth on the table. About forty years of age, he is the leader of the cu