Marked by the Alpha Mafia

Chapter.1Sold to the devil

Ivanna sat at the grand dining table, her icy-blue eyes fixed on the untouched glass of wine before her. The golden chandelier above cast an artificial warmth, but nothing in this house had ever felt warm. Not the luxurious velvet curtains, not the hand-painted walls, and certainly not the people sitting around the table.

Her father, Viktor Petrov, the ruthless billionaire tycoon, sat at the head of the table, speaking in low, deliberate Russian. His wife—Ivanna’s mother—perched elegantly beside him, her posture stiff, her expression unreadable. Then there were her siblings, who barely acknowledged her presence, just like they had all her life.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, they were finally acknowledging her.

Because tonight, they were selling her.

The air felt suffocating as her father’s deep voice rang out, addressing the man sitting opposite him. A man whose mere presence demanded attention, whose emerald-green eyes seemed to pierce straight into her soul.

Aleksandr Volkov.

The most feared man in Russia. The Alpha of the Volkov Pack. A ruthless crime lord. A monster in human skin.

And now… her fiancé.

Ivanna swallowed hard, her fingers trembling beneath the table. She had known her family was cruel, but to offer her like a pawn to a man like him?

“The deal is set,” Viktor announced, his voice cold, final. “The girl belongs to you now.”

A sharp breath left Ivanna’s lips. Just like that? No discussion? No say in her fate?

She turned to her mother, silently pleading, but the woman merely sipped her wine, uninterested. Her siblings? Their expressions were smug, as if this was nothing more than a business transaction.

Her nanny, the only person who had ever truly cared for her, stood in the corner, her lips pressed into a thin line. But she said nothing. Did nothing.

It was hopeless.

“You’ve made the right choice,” Aleksandr’s voice was deep, smooth, but laced with something dangerous. He leaned forward, his sharp features cast in shadows. “I’ll take good care of her.”

Lies.

Ivanna felt a shiver run down her spine as she met his gaze. There was no warmth, no kindness. Only possession. As if he already owned her.

And perhaps… he did.

Because in the world of monsters and mafia kings, love was never a choice.

It was a contract.

A sentence.

A cage.

And Ivanna Petrov had just been locked inside.