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The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Betrayal and Brutality
Chapter SevenThat same evening, The thug, Vinnie, walked into a downtown club; it was a strip club, and when he came in, a haze of smoke and loud music enveloped him. He spotted his boss, Marcus, in the corner, surrounded by girls. Vinnie made his way over, nodding to the bouncers as he passed, exchanging intricate handshakes as he smoked his way to Marcus, Eve’s supposed boyfriend."Hey, boss," Vinnie said, leaning in close. "I got some info." He said, scratching his nose with the back of his finger.Marcus looked up, interested. "What is it?" He asked, his voice hoarse and overwhelming."I saw Eve and a guy together," Vinnie said, his voice low. "And get this - it was the same guy we beat up earlier."Marcus's expression darkened; he adjusted his posture as all the girls around him withdrew from his body. "What the...? How did he end up with Eve?"Vinnie shrugged. "No idea, but I thought you'd want to know; you know how we get down around here."Marcus's face twisted in anger. "Ye
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Safe Haven, Temporary Refuge
Chapter Eight. When I pulled up to Aliyah’s place, I could already feel the difference. Her place was... inviting, almost annoyingly so. The kind of space that didn’t try too hard but still made you feel like you didn’t deserve to be there. It wasn’t big—just a modest little apartment—but it had that air of control, like she had her life stitched together better than anyone I knew. Bigger than the sorry excuse for a place I called home, that’s for sure.I stepped inside, dropping my bag by the door with a thud, and scanned the room. Aliyah’s voice floated from the back, sharp and familiar. "Lock the door behind you, Auston. I don’t need your mess following you in here."She emerged a second later, wiping her hands on her sweatpants like she’d just been elbow-deep in something—maybe work, maybe dinner, maybe a murder for all I knew. She looked at me, one eyebrow arching up like she could already tell I’d screwed up. Her arms crossed, a little shift in her stance that screamed impatien
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy The Shadows We Cast
Chapter Nine. Eve’s POVAfter searching for Auston for what felt like two weeks straight, I was starting to freak out. Not that I’d admit that to anyone, but yeah, I was worried. I’d checked his workplace—three times, actually—and got nothing. The bank manager, this stiff guy with a shiny bald head and a permanent frown, told me Auston hadn’t shown up in days. He didn’t seem thrilled about it either. Honestly, though? That was his problem, not mine.Still, something about it didn’t sit right with me. Auston wasn’t the type to just disappear. Not without a reason.That day, after the bank shut its doors and the employees trickled out like they were escaping a prison break, I parked myself outside, waiting. And then I saw her. Aliyah.Her name alone made my teeth clench. Aliyah. Auston had some kind of “history” with her. Don’t ask me what that history was because every time I thought about it, my brain spiraled into places it didn’t need to go. Jealousy? Maybe. But screw that—this was
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Blood in the Alley
Marcus’s POVThe room was my kind of quiet—dim light, muffled voices, and the comforting scratch of cash being counted. My arms were folded on the scarred table, head resting like I was out cold, but I wasn’t. Not really. The cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, curling lazily under the single flickering bulb. It didn’t bother me anymore. Hell, I probably needed it to feel normal at this point… yes I meant the smell. Doors creaked open at intervals, slamming shut almost instantly. Boots scuffed the floor. The rhythm of the operation was steady, like clockwork. Bags of money in, shipments out, no hiccups. Everything was running smoothly tonight. Or so I thought.Then I felt it—a hand on my shoulder. Tapping me relentlessly. “Boss.”I groaned, dragging my head up slow, like the weight of the world was tied to my neck. My eyes locked on Johnny, his face pale, sweat trickling down his temple.Johnny’s just a little man out here running risky errands, and every now and then, they thr
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Shaken, Not Stirred
Chapter Eleven. Auston's POV. Okay, okay Auston get shit together, okay , you need to get yourself together because honestly, I’m was totally screwed. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, sweat dripping off me like I’d run a marathon. Every sound outside made me flinch, my. Standing by the window, I peered through the blinds for the hundredth time My sweater was sticking to my skin—hot, damp, and stained with his blood. Shit. The sweater had to go. I yanked it off and flung it onto the floor like it burned. My feet wouldn’t stop pacing, back and forth, back and forth, like somehow the movement could shake off the panic spiraling inside me. My hands were clammy, trembling at my sides. What was I supposed to do? How the hell was I supposed to explain this to Aliyah? She helped me, sure, but she didn’t sign up for this. I could already picture her face if she found out. God, I was spiraling. My lungs burned as I tried to breathe, but it was like I couldn’t get enough air. The
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy The Space Between.
Author's POVVinnie’s body was rolled into the driveway of Marcus’s sprawling bungalow, the kind of house that made one thing clear: whoever lived there didn’t just have money—they had power. The oversized double doors, the perfectly manicured lawn, the sleek black cars lined up like soldiers—everything screamed control. Inside, the walls were adorned with enormous portraits of Marcus as a boy, always standing next to his stern-looking father. Not a single photo of his mother hung in sight, which told its own story.Outside, Vinnie’s lifeless body was placed on a gurney, a blanket draped over his still form. Around him stood Marcus’s men, dressed in black from head to toe, their arms folded across their broad chests. They kept their heads bowed slightly, a quiet show of respect, though the air around them felt thick with unease.Marcus paced around the body like a predator circling prey, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of his dead friend. The memories clawed their way to the sur
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Shadows of Obsession
Eve’s phone buzzed for the tenth time today—Marcus. Again. She rolled her eyes, throwing the damn thing onto the couch as if it had a life of its own. The man wouldn’t stop calling, couldn’t take a hint if it slapped him in the face.“Doesn’t know when to quit,” she muttered, her rubbing against her wrist. If he didn’t hear from her soon, he'd start sending those stupid boys around. But honestly? She couldn’t care less. She was tired of dealing with his bullshit. The worst he could do was grab her, rough her up with a terrible sex, treat her like a rag doll for an hour, then toss her back on the street like she was just another conquest. But she wasn’t scared of him. She knew what he was.What really got to her, though, was Auston. The boy was the puzzle she couldn’t solve, the one thing that had her spinning in circles. She’d called him more than Marcus had called her—hell, more than anyone in her life had ever called her. And yet? Nothing. He was avoiding her, and she couldn’t figu
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy A Love Song for the Damned
Aliyah stood close to the window, her arms crossed as Auston paced the living room like a man on the edge of losing his mind. His hands fidgeted at his sides, his shirt damp with sweat. Every step he took seemed heavier, more frantic, like he couldn’t stop moving or he’d break.“She can’t be here,” Auston said, his voice low but tight, like a live wire ready to snap. He dragged a hand down his face, his fingers tugging at his jaw. “What the hell is wrong with her? She’s gonna get us both killed. You get that, right? My life, your life—everything.”Aliyah leaned against the wall, unimpressed. “You’re being dramatic,” she said flatly. “Just tell her to leave. Problem solved. I even thought you're being all dramatic because you killed someone– but here you are tilting out of control because of some cheap thing”Auston stopped pacing and turned, his eyes wild. “You don’t get it,” he said, his voice breaking like he was holding back something worse. “Eve doesn’t just... go away. She’s in w
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Shattered Glass and Shattered Secrets.
Auston's POV.You ever feel like you’re just a walking bag of cash? Yeah, me neither—until tonight, it’s not the kind of adrenaline rush you sign up for. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might crack a rib, and my fingers? Yeah, they were trembling like I’d just downed ten shots of espresso. Chris was bleeding out on the floor, his life pooling around him in a dark, sticky mess. My face was locked on the ground, my inner wolf clawing at the edges of my mind, begging me to let it out. But fear? Fear’s a bitch. It wraps around your spine and squeezes until you’re paralyzed. The guy with the gun—no name, no introduction, just cold, calculated menace—rested the barrel on the armrest of the chair like he was waiting for me to make a move. “Auston, you can’t outrun a bullet,” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely a whisper. “And don’t even try to play the hero.” The killer shifted in his boots, the leather cr
The One way things gets Wrecked.
Auston's POV I had nowhere to stay. Nowhere to sleep. No one to turn to. The kind of emptiness that makes you feel like you’re floating, untethered, in a world that’s too loud and too quiet all at once. I’d been looking for Aliyah for over a week now, and every day that passed felt like another nail in the coffin of hope. Maybe she’s dead, I thought, and the second that idea slithered into my mind, I slapped myself hard across the face. The sting was sharp, immediate, grounding. This isn’t the time, Auston. Get your shit together. I could still feel it—that bond, that pull, like an invisible thread tied around my ribs, tugging me toward her. She was out there. She had to be. That evening, I took a stroll down my old block. Nostalgia hit me like a punch to the gut, but I wasn’t here for a trip down memory lane. I came covered—hood up, scarf wrapped around my face, hands shoved deep into my pockets. Marcus’ men were everywhere, and the last thing I needed was one of his goons rec
Fists, Fangs and False Smiles
Harrison had no interest in going to the mayor’s mansion– after the shit he faced with Caleb earlier this morning . The invitation was more of a summons, dressed up with flowery words and a bullshit title: A Decade of Safety Commemoration. He knew exactly what that meant. Ten years of hunting down "criminals"—which really meant werewolves and anything else that didn't fit the mayor’s idea of clean and civilized.Meanwhile, actual crime hadn’t gone anywhere. Murder, rape, extortion—same as always. But the mayor had decided the real threat wasn’t the ones stealing from the poor or bleeding the city dry. No, the real enemy were the things hiding in the dark, things like Harrison and Marcus and Auston. If the mayor had even a clue about Harrison's origin, he'd be rotting in a ditch, not playing king of the city.When Harrison arrived that evening with Wilson, the place was packed with the usual crowd—wealthy men who shook his hand but never trusted him, women who whispered his name like
Eve Of Destruction
“Hey come down, why’re you backing up like I’m about to rob you?” she mumbled around the toothbrush, squinting at him with her arm still firmly holding her towel. Auston’s voice went up the roof, “Eve! Eve, where are you?!” She paused, pulled the toothbrush out, and raised an eyebrow. “I’m Eve. What’s your deal?” Auston’s brain short-circuited. ‘This’ was not the Eve he was screaming for. Eve wasn't the most beautiful lady he's seen but she's not a robe-clad, toothbrush-wielding grandma who looked like she could bench-press him. “Uh… wrong Eve,” he stammered, backing up further. “Wrong Eve?” she scoffed, tightening her robe. “You out here yelling for Eves like I'm not freaking standing here?, what's wrong with you ? Get it together would you?” Cue the awkward silence, the saggy boobs, and Auston’s soul leaving his body.“Look, ma’am, I’m sorry,” Auston stammered, his voice shaky as he glanced around the room, trying to piece together how he’d ended up here. “I might’ve en
Aftershore.
I’ve turned this city inside out for Aliyah. Hospitals. Back alleys. Morgues. Nothing. Not a fucking trace. Nurses swore they never wheeled her in, never tagged her body. Bullshit. She didn’t evaporate.I needed answers. That’s why I reached out to Eve. I emailed her an hour ago, and now I’m sitting under a shaded awning, overlooking the city. The breeze is cool, but it does nothing to calm the storm inside me. My fingers tap restlessly against the table, my leg bouncing under it. I’m wound up, ready to snap. I hear her before I see her. The sharp click of her heels against the pavement cuts through the hum of the city. She walks up to me, her posture confident, but there’s something in her eyes—something guarded. She stops a few feet away, crossing her arms over her chest. “You finally have a reason to reconsider my offer,” she says, her voice smooth but laced with a hint of amusement. I don’t respond right away. My jaw tightens as I look up at her. She’s assuming things, fillin
A Certain kind of Price
AUSTON'S POVSomething was breathing down my neck—I swear I wasn’t myself. A soft hand gripped my wrist, and I tried shaking it off, but I couldn’t. It was too tight. Yet, I could still feel like I was fighting for my life. Someone should help me. I need to stay alive, or I’ll die. Or Aliyah? Where’s Aliyah? Tilting my head, I inhaled a sharp dose of disinfectant, and my skin crawled. I was blind to what was happening around me. *Wait, blind? No—wake up. You need to wake the fuck up.*I jolted, kicking my feet wildly, but the grip around my wrist tightened. “Would you quit thrashing around like a child? You’ll spill everything,” a voice snapped, catching me off guard. I paused, gasping for air.“Aliyah?” I rasped, my voice cracking. “Is that you?”“No, it’s Eve. Aliyah’s dead.”The words hit me like a hammer to the skull. I froze, my breath hitching. Slowly, I forced my eyes open—eyes I thought were no longer there. The memory
A House Divided
The butler stood at the study door, hands clasped neatly behind his back. “He’s been waiting at the lounge all evening, sir. Wouldn’t do much good if you came and saw him for yourself.”Harrison Pembroke looked up from his desk, his pen hovering above the parchment. He sighed, a deep, weary sound. “What does that boy want now? He hardly visits, and today, of all days, he decides to disturb my paperwork.”The butler’s lips twitched, suppressing a smile. “He still came, regardless. It must be important. And… he’s receiving treatments from the house nurse.”Harrison set the pen down and gestured dismissively. “Very well. Tell him I’m coming.”Marcus lay sprawled on the lounge couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Two nurses were stitching the wounds on his wrist. As Harrison entered, Marcus winced, and Harrison immediately raised a hand, his voice sharp. “Leave us.”The nurses gathered their supplies and hurried out, leaving Marcus alone with his father. Harrison poured himself a gl
THE FALL AND THE FURY
Auston's POV A punch for a punch. The house didn’t just take damage—we tore it apart. Walls cracked under the weight of our bodies slamming into them, furniture snapped like kindling, glass littered the floor in sharp, glinting shards. But Marcus… Marcus made sure every hit meant something. Not just pain. Humiliation. He enjoyed every last bit of it.Every time he drove me into the wall, he made sure to talk. "You got black fur," he mused, cracking his knuckles before slamming a fist into my ribs. I barely had time to wheeze before he caught me by the scruff and shoved me back. "Had an uncle with black fur once. He died. Hunted down by those better than him”. I growled, but I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t snarl something back like he wanted. I wasn’t like him. In this form, I couldn’t talk. Only howl, only snap my teeth. And maybe that was why he was enjoying this so much. He circled me, slow, savoring it. "But those eyes…" He squinted, then grinned. "Nah. Never seen blue before. B
A Hot Mess
They’d locked Eve in the backseat like she was some kind of afterthought. The car reeked of stale cigarettes, the kind of smell that sticks to your skin no matter how much you scrub. She glared out the tinted windows, trying to steady her breath. Marcus was still upstairs. Still with [Auston] and that was bad news.Her gut twisted. She’d brought these men right to him—she might as well have handed him over on a platter. *Auston…* Her chest ached. He was the only person who ever made her feel anything, and now he was paying the price for her mistakes.Eve clenched her fists, willing the tears to stay put. Crying wouldn’t change anything.“I gotta take a piss,” one of the guys muttered, already pushing the door open.The other one with a neck tattoo just shrugged and took another drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing faintly in the dim light. He didn’t bother rolling the window down, letting the smoke swirl around the cramped car like a slow death.Eve forced herself to sit still,
