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

This was the part I hated about working in the underworld. 


The disrespect. The utter disregard the men could have unless you showed off what syndicate you belonged to. 


We were led into the hinder parts of the bar, into a smelly office that held Don Hawkings. The man in question was on his feet, waiting for our arrival until he saw us. 


“Who are they?” He sneered, his Italian accent thick as well as his sordid breath. “Where are the Cosa Nostra? Matteo?” 


I spoke first. “Mr Don Hawkings. I will be your new dealer. Naledi Rogers.” I held out my arm, hoping he didn’t shake on it. 


I didn’t want the bacteria that came with his dirty hands. 


“Get me Matteo.” He didn’t shake me, “I will not be discussing serious business with fucking putas.” 


He returned to his seat afterward and I was glad he did that. I didn’t think I would be establishing my power this quickly but I was glad nonetheless. I loved putting egocentric men in their places after all. 


Ever heard of Lady Attai?