The Mafia Alpha Who Married Death

Married to The Mafia Alpha

Violet's POV

Married to The Mafia Alpha

"Viola, wake up," someone whispered and gently shook me awake.

"Noooo," I groaned.

"It's your wedding day," the voice reminded me.

"Ughhhhh. Don't remind me of my misfortune, common Maria," I protested.

I opened my eyes to find a cheerful Maria, her grin in stark contrast to my frown.

"Come on, you have two hours to get ready," she chirped.

"That sounds like a lot of time, almost an eternity, please let me sleep some more," I grumbled, lying back down.

"No, it's not. There's so much to do and so little time," Maria insisted, pulling the covers off my legs.

Reluctantly, I got up, walked into the bathroom, took a bath, and brushed my teeth. Soon, I felt like a doll everyone was fussing over, tending to my hair and makeup.

"Let's get you dressed now," she said.

After donning my supposed wedding dress, other boring things happened, but all I could remember was that I found myself stepping out of a car and gazing at the church. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, I was getting married to a man I despised, the Alpha of the most notorious Pack in the entire werewolf world.

I remembered my father's words, "It's for your own safety." I guessed I had no choice but to endure it.

Looking up, I saw Pappi, who came to me and shook my hand, walking with me. As I walked down the aisle with my father, all eyes were on me, except for Antonio that dock head. His gaze was fixed on his watch, not me. He kept checking his time like there was any other thing more important than marrying an angel of beauty like me.

After the whole boring ceremony, he left without even saying his vows. I knew all this marriage charade was fake, but I was still angry at him for making me look foolish.

"Let's go," Alejandro said to me, finally, someone sexy. He led me away.

He opened the car door for me as the perfect gentleman he was, and as he drove, he congratulated me. "You look beautiful, by the way."

"Thank you," I replied, appreciating his kind words. But we hardly spoke another word to each other.

As we arrived at the imposing mansion, he asked, "Is this guy just rich or very important?"

"Both," I answered, realizing the enormity of Antonio's status.

"Now I see why you married him," Alejandro remarked.

"Excuse me?" I said, feeling offended.

"I didn't mean it like that," he quickly clarified.

"Then what does it mean?" I challenged. "For your information, I didn't choose to marry this man. I had to marry him for my safety. You're the only man I had feelings for, Alejandro, the only one I trusted. You didn't even bother to know the whole story; you just started to assume things," I said, getting out of the car.

Walking towards the mansion steps, I heard his car door open and shut.

"Violita!" Alejandro shouted my name. "Wait!" he yelled, but I kept walking. "Will you stop?" he reeled me around.

"Step away from her," someone else's voice interjected, and we both turned to see three intimidating figures, each armed with guns and around them were heavily built warrior wolves.

"It's okay, he's my bodyguard," I vouched, but they weren't convinced, aiming their guns at Alejandro.

"Step away from her," the central figure ordered, more forcefully this time. "Step back, and this will be the last time," he warned, and Alejandro rolled his eyes before complying.

"Leave," he instructed, and Alejandro complied.

"Okay, this is ridiculous," I protested as the mansion doors swung open.

"Get inside, Violet, and let them do their job," Antonio said, emerging from the house, now wearing another tuxedo.

"Stop trying to boss her around," Alejandro chimed in, prompting Antonio to start rolling up his sleeves.

"Did he just speak to me? Does this i***t even know who I am? Who's this punk?" Antonio inquired, closing the gap between them.

Sensing things could escalate quickly, and judging from the fact that I do not know the limit of Antonio's wickedness, I quickly intervened, "Alejandro, just go. I'll call you."

"No, you won't," Antonio retorted.

"Antonio, shut up, and Alejandro, just leave," I demanded firmly.

"F... Fine," Alejandro responded before walking away. Without looking back, he got into his car and drove off. Antonio turned his attention back to me.

"Get inside," he ordered, his tone unyielding.

"Leave me alone, and don't tell me what to do," I snapped. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer.

"With a mouth like that, we're surely going to have problems, princess," he warned, as I futilely attempted to free my arm.

"Our problems started the moment I met your dumbass," I retorted, unflinching under his glare.

As he held me tightly, I felt my feral nature coming out. I have just realised that mi Pappi is not the only estranged wolf. I had just left my home, which was a Park of assassins, into Antonio's pack, which I suspect could be a drug cartel.

Seeing that I was already breathing hard, and knowing that I could transform at any moment, Antonio looked over my shoulder and nodded at someone behind me. I turned to see the guards approaching. One of them held a tranquillizer, which he thrust toward me. In an instant, I twisted his arm, but not before feeling a sharp sting on my neck.

I turned back to Antonio, who smirked before letting me have a free fall to the ground. My limbs began to feel like jelly as the drugs coursed through my body.

Weakly, I reached out with my paws to claw Antonio, but he just crossed me and walked past me without a care.

I slowly regained consciousness, greeted by the sweet chirping of birds. I opened my eyes, sat up, and massaged my temples to ease a nagging headache.

Looking around, I took in the awareness of the surroundings, the room was massive, radiating luxury. The all-white decor seemed oppressive, contrasting with my preference for everything black.

"This room is hideous," I groaned, standing up. I craved darkness; after all, I had just embarked on a marriage that promised nothing else, nothing less than darkness itself.