The Mafia Alpha Who Married Death

Goodbye Love

Violet's POV

Goodbye Love

I felt my wolf struggling to take over me; she desperately needed to surface. The hunger to run into the wild kept rushing through my veins, but no, I had to stay in control. I struggled to contain her. "I deserve more than what you're telling me," I said.

"Puppy, when my Father, the then Alpha of our Pack, by our Pack, I meant the Iron Jaw Pack, the very one Antonio is now the Alpha, wanted to kill you and your w***e of a mom, I took you, I ran out of the pack, I denounced the Pack, I became a rogue for that reason, and I promised to love and protect you, and if this union wasn't for your safety, I promise you, puppy, I wouldn't be forcing you into an arranged marriage. That's not the plan I had for you." Pappi said, making this pitiful face. I sincerely do not know him with such character, Pappi is never emotional, not for any reason.

"Now that your biological half-brother has found out about you and is trying to kill you because you are the chosen heir of the Blood Moon Pack, not him since you're a girl, it seems unconventional. Violet, my puppy, you are the Blood Moon Princess," my father confessed, revealing the shocking truth.

"The unknown psycho-wolf who's after you is your brother, Silver. Now, if you marry Antonio, you'll be safe because he won't be able to touch you." Pappi said, his face looking all red as he gulped in his tequila. "After nineteen years, I finally got in touch with my family just to keep you safe. So, please, Violet, work with this. I'm just trying to protect you, mi hija. Please, don't ruin your life with your stubbornness," he finished, his voice filled with desperation.

I sat there, stunned by the torrent of information. My mind reeled as I processed the bombshells he had dropped. My life had taken an unimaginable turn in an hour.

"I'm getting married this Saturday to a man I know nothing about," I mumbled to myself, still trying to grasp the enormity of the situation.

In the pages of my family history, a dark tale unfolded. My not-so-biological grandfather, a man I had never known, was responsible for the death of my mother. Aside from all that, there is a sinister plot lurking beneath the surface, and I was at the heart of it. My biological half-brother harboured murderous intentions towards me. And if that weren't enough to swallow, I discovered the most shocking truth of all, I was an heir to the notorious Blood Moon Pack. The weight of this revelation bore down on me like a boulder.

A knock disrupted my messy thinking and boom! It was Alejandro, my secret lover and bodyguard, who walked into the room, his expression a cocktail of concern and seriousness.

"Pardon my intrusion, but may I have a word with you, sir? It's of utmost importance," Alejandro requested, his gaze locking onto mine while referring to my father.

"Of course, but before you proceed, given your trusted status, I wish to grace you with good news," my father interjected. Anxiety tightened my throat like a virgin's v****a as my heart raced.

"Pappi, no..." I tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"Violet is getting married," my father announced abruptly, leaving me in shock.

Alejandro's eyes bore into mine with a swiftness that jerked me in my seat. "Oh, um, congratulations, Miss Alvarez," he mumbled before averting his gaze.

My father pressed for the intended topic of discussion, but I couldn't bear to hear it. I rose from my seat and rushed out of the room, seeking solace.

After a long rest in the quietness of my room, I decided to join Pappi at the hunting field. When I got there, my father addressed the assembled pack members, commending their progress and promising further success with continued hard work.

He then turned his attention to me. "Alejandro will accompany you to your dress fitting tomorrow," my father announced, drawing my gaze.

Searching for Alejandro, I spotted him around an aged tree, fascinated in conversation with a new pack member, possibly flirting with her. My anger flared, seeing the hand she dared to place on his chest, on the chest of my very own lover.

I just couldn't stand by idly while this unfolded, so I made my way towards them. "Excuse me," I interrupted my tone firm.

Their eyes fell upon me, and I delivered my command. "You?" I addressed the young woman. "Leave!"

"I'll catch up with you later," she replied to Alejandro before turning to me. "I'll be on my way," she added, sensing the tension in my voice.

As she departed, Alejandro ran his fingers through his dark hair in exasperation, his eyes locking onto mine with a hint of mischief. "What's gotten into you?" he demanded.

I couldn't hold back my frustration. "What was that?" I challenged him.

He deflected with a cold retort. "What? I'm not the one who's getting married this Saturday," he responded, his shoulder brushing against mine as he moved past me.

Biting my lip, I muttered a curse under my breath as I retreated from the scene. Walking away, I was consumed in anger and frustration. In my mind, I could think of nothing more than devouring the b***h who had the effrontery to place her filthy hand on the chest of my lover.

The next day, it was Friday, I was at the dress shop trying to find a dress for my supposed wedding, but unlike what I had pictured a day like this, I was not happy, nothing impressed me. On a normal day, I'd find these dresses beautiful, but today, I felt so uninterested in anything.

"What about this dress?" the designer inquired, my gaze falling upon the collection of garments spread before me.

"I don't know," I admitted with a sigh, shifting my focus away from the dress.

"Come on, love, you've got to choose something. What about this one?" the patient assistant suggested, holding up another elegant white gown.

"I don't care, okay?" I yelled in frustration, the sharpness in my tone causing the poor woman to startle.

"I'm sorry," I quickly apologized, my temper momentarily flaring before receding. She gently laid the dresses down.

"Just pick a dress, and I'll work with it," I conceded, my eyes then shifting to Alejandro, who had been silently observing for hours through the glass door. His mood had been off since, I'm sure, the marriage issue disturbs his mind as well.

"Alright," she responded before leaving the room.

The designer returned with a sleeveless mermaid dress, but my lack of confidence in the gown was palpable. I wasn't invested in the dress, nor was I excited about marrying a stranger. I just wanted this ordeal to end.

I took the dress and retreated to the fitting room to try it on. As I emerged, the designer complimented, "You look beautiful," but my attention was drawn to Alejandro's expression. He conveyed a mix of admiration and displeasure, his gaze locking with mine before he abruptly shifted it.

Returning to the changing room, I removed the dress, once again feeling detached from the entire wedding charade. My boredom was undeniable.

"I'll take it," I decided, my voice lacking willingness. I was drained from the day's wedding preparations and just wanted it to be over even before it started. With a resigned nod, I made my decision.