Claimed by My Mafia Alpha King

“I,Maxim,rejectyou,Irina,asmymate.”Myeighteenthbirthdayleadmestraighttomyworstnightmare--Maxim.Mytormentor.Mystepsister'sex-boyfriend.Themanwhobreakmepiecebypiece.Couldn'ttoleratethis,Iranandcrossedtheborderintoenemyterritory.TheydraggedmebackandbeatmebloodyinthedirtwhileIbeggedforhelpthatnevercame.Thematebondshattered.Mywolfhowledinagony.Icollapsed.“Youaresoldtothebiggestundergroundorganizationintheregion.Asasexslave.”Myfatherannounced,withoutanymercy.“Youbelongtome,”Maximwhisperedinmyear.“Whentheyputyouonthatsexslaveauctionstage,noonewilldareclaimyou.You'llcomecrawlingback,andI'lluseyouwheneverIwant.”Hedidn'twantmeashismate.Hewantedmeashistoy—availableforhispleasure,protectedbynoone.JustwhenIthoughtmylifewouldbehellforever,HEwalkedin.Nicolas.TheMadKing.Alphaofalphas.Themostdangerousmaninourworld.Onelook.Onescent.Oneimpossibletruththatmademywolfsurgetolife:Secondchancemate.BeforeIcouldbreathe,beforeIcouldthink,hewasonthestage.Hishandwrappedaroundmythroat—notchoking,claiming.Thenhisteethsankintomyneck.Themarkingbite.Infrontofeveryone.Irreversible.Absolute.“She'sminenow,”hesaidagainstmyskin.“Anyonewhodisagreescantakeitupwithme.”IthoughtI'descapedonemonster.IhadnoideaI'djustbeenclaimedbyaworseone.