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Beneath the business deals, connections, wealth, and fame, was the underground dark side of what helped him become the ruler of the city: the mafia.
In a world like ours, the mafia was merely one side of the many syndicate crime organizations brewing in the depths of our dark world. But with the added paranormal twist, you had a very deadly combination of money, connections, and power.
Many always questioned how Father got people to listen to him. It was simple.
He was the Wolf Alpha of this city’s biggest wolf pack.
We're not talking a few hundred wolf shifters. Nope. Thousands at best, plus hundreds of loyal packs that added to our numbers, which could ignite a full-scale power war if someone pushed the right buttons.
Not like they would survive the consequences.
Out of the many supernaturals living amongst us, wolf shifters were the strongest breed in these parts. We had our share of vampires, a few lower-level shifters like cats and bears, and a very few extraordinarily powerful witches and wizards who worked for the government -that's another complicated section.However,wolves were the ones who ran the busy streets of NYC and everyone knew it.
Including the humans.
Being the year 2050, it had been a thousand years since the first shifter was discovered, surprisingly here in New York. Our growth was slow, delayed even, due to the onslaught of our kind from humans who thought of us as nothing but abominations. It took hiding and perseverance for us to survive the plague of pitchforks and torches, and we even banded together with vampires and witches to make an alliance that forced the humans to cooperate.
Or face the consequences with the tables being turned.
The humans may be weak in strength, but they weren't stupid enough to make sure they didn't get the sharp end of the stick in this power gamble. With a few agreements with our great supernatural elders, they came up with a peace treaty that kept our world "balanced", though that equality was beginning to tip in our favor.
No matter our history, the De Lucas were the most powerful alliance America had ever heard of, and everyone knew not to mess with our family unless death was the portion they wanted to receive.
Reaching the end of the hall, I pushed the black door that led to the secure halls towards the private locker room. My eyes immediately landed on the 6'4" slim man in his perfect white fitted suit. Matched with black gloves that reminded me of the fingerless ones I wore at this moment, I couldn't help but smirk as I continued to approach.
His hair was white like snow, short and styled smoothly back to ensure it never got into his face. If it ever did, you knew his day would be wild and whoever broke the spell of perfection would pay the ultimate price for their miscalculation.
His white suit was always paired with a black tie unless he was having a really good day or on the rare occasions where he'd have to match an event theme. His sleek black dress shoes always caught my attention because of their white laces. With the fancy limited edition onyx diamond Rolex watch and black tourmaline bracelet combo, you had a spiritual warlock badass.
This man was my only bodyguard, Viktor Omega. His last name was always questionable, especially when you knew what a concoction of threatening menace he carried within himself. How my father found him was one of those many mysteries I just didn't want to figure out, but it had to be a blessing in disguise because Viktor was one of a kind.
A Caucasian warlock born in Canada, only to be kidnapped a little after he joined the army at sixteen. Raised by terrorists, he had been thrown into the deadliest situations and had almost gotten blown apart by a grenade, which landed him on death row where a sick fucker of a Wolf Alpha found and turned him. He survived the forced shift, which was only a curse because there was no such thing as a warlock wolf shifter way back then.
The pack he was forced into was one that ruled on power and torture, and he took the risky initiative to bail out by destroying the bond between him and his Alpha. This left him as a castaway Omega.
Meeting my father during his trip to Dubai searching for real estate investments must have been fate because Father gave him an offer he couldn't refuse: a contract with the De Lucas in exchange for his utmost loyalty.
That was before my birth and once I came into the picture, it was his duty to keep me alive.
Apparently, I suck at doing that, according to Father.
It always amused me how a mistake like me could be valuable enough to have a bodyguard on the daily. I'm surprised he hadn't even killed me yet, though he did try a few times. I somehow managed to live another day.
To him, I was a "fucking mistake". Those were the words he loved to use against me - a reminder that it was a mere privilege that I've lived to reach the golden age of twenty-five. It had been far worse when I was younger, especially at sixteen when I didn't experience the Hollowing Call of the Moon.
What did that mean? In a nutshell, I was a pathetic human and not the prodigy he was looking for after discovering my mother, a submissive wolf with witch abilities.
She had been one of the many captive witches who were kidnapped by rogue wolf shifters and somehow survived the change. It was a trend of gaining power through experimentation and forced manipulation towards witches and wizards fifty years ago, but those once-common practices had been banned pretty quickly because only one percent of the victims survived the consequences.
Due to my mother's past, my father must have given her a sense of safety because of his rank in power. Whoever her previous Alpha was couldn't steal her back. I always wondered if my mother had known she'd left a burning pot of flames to enter an explosive mess of chaos.
She had to have been a strong woman way back then, but giving birth to me after being chained in the dungeon of our mansion for years had left her submissive. I may have been born, but what made me a mistake right there and then was being a female.
To Father, women were weak. Incapable of running an empire as superior as his. He wasn't going to acknowledge his weak sperm abilities and how any other attempt to get any woman pregnant had failed.
Every single one.
My birth had done something magical to my mother, which Viktor had once explained as a common 'mishap' that occurred when a baby was supposed to be of hybrid descent. Instead of having a child who solely relied on their mother for the common necessities, I had slowly drained her of the magic-born abilities she carried.
