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In the dark, rain-soaked streets of Grimden City, a forbidden passion simmers between Maverick, the enigmatic son of a Mafia king and a werewolf Alpha heir, and Asia, a mysterious and deadly Nighthunter, dispatched to bring the wolf's head home. Their worlds collide in a swirl of violence and desire, igniting a love that threatens to consume them both.
Maverick, whose entire pack was killed by Asia Vyrkolak's family when he was just a child has an unknown identity which begin to unravel, and Asia, who was sent to kill him, finds herself drawn to the raw power and vulnerability beneath his rugged exterior. But their love is a ticking time bomb, waiting to unleash a maelstrom of supernatural fury upon the city. With ancient vendettas, rival gangs, and family loyalty all vying for dominance, Maverick and Asia must confront the darkness within themselves and make a choice: surrender to their passion, or sacrifice their love to save their worlds from destruction.

Will their all-consuming love be the key to unlocking a new future, or the spark that sets their worlds ablaze?

MOONSTRUCK MAFIA

"You're not going to say anything? " Kate asked. Maverick had been silent for over the minute thst they had been standing there.

"What the fuck do you want me to say? A kid? Now? I'm a fucking Mafia!" He screamed and tossed his key to Kate, who caught it at random.

"You know what? I need to think! Drive yourself home. I'll have Ken follow to keep you safe. "

"Just fucking go!" Maverick scolded and Kate's eyes widened. She was speechless as he walked away.

He took his phone and updated Ken. He walked fast, to the only place he ever found peace.

Maverick walked steathly into the Oakstead Woods. He loved to go to the forest at night. it was not just something he loved. It was something he just did without knowing. It was in his nature. He was nocturnal. Well, obviously... He was a werewolf, after all. But today's reason was different.

He walked easily and stressed free until he had reached the Cliff that was at the other side, if not the middle of Oakstead Woods. Nobody ever came here anyway. The townsfolk whispered that it was the most dangerous place of the woods. But it was his favourite place.

He could see clearly in the dark, as he possessed enhanced nocturnal vision. One time, he had startled Kate when he surprised her in the nighttime at her place, with his reflective green retinas. She had said she thought that was strange, because she had only seen it in her cat, Louis. And that she thought it made him even more beautiful.

As he sat down at the very edge of the cliff, he closed his eyes and left himself feel the coolness of the night wind brush through the hairs of his skin for a moment. He loved the silence.

A child. How was he going to tell this to his father? He personally didn't even want a kid. He had no feeling towards kids, but he jist wasnt ready for one. No...not now. Not here. Not with Kate...

Maybe what angered him more was the fact that he didn't want a kid....with Kate. He scoffed. Don would be so mad. A kid is only a leverage on RiverHound right now. A time when they had enemies and they were increasing their territories. Enemies would take pleasure in the news of a grandson for Don Charles.

"Mother Luna..." He whispered as the moon suddenly came into view. It was a cresent moon, and his eyes glistened green against it. He didn't know why he said those words, but he was always drawn to the moon that way. It was almost as if he worshipped it. He did.

Sometimes, when he was still and quiet, meditating, he could remember the voices of people... saying something like a prayer to someone named Mother Luna. And he knew it was the moon because that was the only vision that came from his memories.

He heard the movements of many animals towards him. Wolves. His nightly companions. The wolves crept closer, their low, menacing growls filling the air as they came closer to him. Yet, he remained still, his gaze fixed on some on the moon, as he silently worshipped her, refusing to acknowledge the danger lurking behind him. His eyes didn't flicker. His head didn't turn, as if he was utterly confident in his ability to sense the wolves' approach. Their growls didn't scare him, and they knew this. But it was their way to taunt anyone.

Either way, after some time, they quit and sat all around him, about 9 of them.

They knew him. They knew he was their king.

After he finally breathed out and opened his eyes, all the wolves that surrounded him began to howl ever so loudly and beautifully towards the moon.

Chapter 11