Naledi’s family was destroyed by the Cosa Nostra Mafia group - also known as the Italian pack. She escaped alone as a child and was trafficked by the Yakuza Mafia pack.

She soon learns to take care of herself in the dark world of crime and becomes a hired assassin under the pack that trafficked her - burning with a thirst for revenge for her murdered pack.

Things take another turn when she escapes being raped by the Alpha, leaving him half dead and runs away with a bounty on her head. She travels to another territory where she steals from the pack leader and is made to work for five years as an assassin to repay her debt.

On the final day of her service, Naledi is forced to attend a mating ball, where she meets Alpha Caellum - The head of the Cosa Nostra pack, her enemy’s son, and more importantly, her mate.

Another little detail? Alpha Caellum can’t be rejected.

Alpha Caellum

I woke up in my bedroom, underneath my covers, and in my robe. 


My memories jogged up and within a second, I was on my feet, looking around for any signs of the intruder. 


Everything was spot-clean and the previous crashes from our fight before just disappeared. It was like I had dreamed up the entire scene except for the fact that I could still feel a slight pain in my wrist. 


Shocked, I rotated my right wrist - the supposed broken wrist - and it was as good as new. My eyes nearly bogged out of their sockets when I found my PSS gun lying on the floor, right where I’d kicked it during the fight. 


Which meant I hadn’t dreamed the entire fiasco. It was real. Just like my PSS gun lying on the floor. I quickly put on some clothes and headed downstairs in search of Korah and Marcus. 


As I descended the stairs, I heard them speak over themselves, only to meet them fighting over the darned remote. Which was odd as fuck. Did they not hear the entire fiasco a while ago? 


I did not kill him! I am not a killer!