A Wolf For The Gangster
Prologue

Kara Miller is a she-wolf who was rejected by her family when they found out the rank she would occupy within the pack "an omega", marking her from there as the stain that damaged the lineage of her ancestors. Tired of the constant humiliations and contempt, she decides to abandon the only thing she knew and to start a new beginning, far from all those who caused her harm, however, life always takes you down paths you never expected. One day like any other day in her new life, she is kidnapped and taken to the most cruel and dangerous man in the Italian Mafia, "The Don", a mysterious Sicilian who keeps a great secret and who refuses to give up.

n great secret and who refuses to accept what he is, there is no one to support him, everyone is terrified at the mere mention of him, women run away from him fearing to be hurt by his huge attribute.

Two wounded, humiliated and disappointed hearts that carry with them a great pain that they try to simulate in different ways.

What will happen when these two souls meet, when the secrets of the past begin to emerge?

Will Kara manage to melt the ice that surrounds the heart of the Sicilian mobster? Will he be able to make the omega trust again?

...

-You know I can kill you? -she whispers with her head down in total submission kneeling on the floor as he asked her to be every time they enter that room.

The Don guffaws.

-Your nature won't allow it," he says with all the pride and arrogance he possesses.

-You don't know how much I want it.

-Shut up and suck my c**k. -Her right hand raises her head while with the other she holds his thick member.

-I don't want to," she denies and purses her lips.

-Here you do what I ask, puppy. If I tell you to bark, you bark. If I ask you to wag your tail, you wag your tail. If I tell you to "play dead," you obey. Is that clear? -She falls silent, so that her hand presses against her jaw. She whimpers in pain. I asked you a question, puppy. -Yes, Don.

(...)

She sobs with every thrust Don gives her p***y. That only makes him angrier and angrier, so he gets out of her to get off the bed and let go:

-Get out, you're no good for doing your job as a whore.

He reaches for a cigar to light it and watch as the whore he hired to satisfy his needs climbs down from his bed. Her sobs and moans of pain are a f*****g headache for the Don. -You're supposed to be a whore, but you're a very weak one. You should change jobs," he suggests, taking a puff on his cigar and blowing the smoke into the air. smoke into the air.

-Don...

He raises his hand for her to shut up. He doesn't want to hear the same complaint given by all the whores he brings to release the stress, but he only ends up more stressed than ever.

-A whore should be willing to be f****d by any man no matter how big his dick is. You and all the ones who end up crying their eyes out when I f**k them are weak whores. I don't want to listen to you again. Now get out," he lectures her.

At a slow pace she leaves her room to f**k because in her personal room she doesn't let anyone in. Only the housekeeper is allowed in to clean her things. He grabs his bottle of whiskey to take a sip and feel how the alcohol warms his throat. He sighs and looks at his biological apparatus.

-You're not a good choice for stress release. -He grimaces. It's not his fault God made his dick so big. God, since you've given me a c**k this size, maybe you've made the whore to hold me?

He stares at the ceiling of the room in search of an answer that will never come.

He rolls his eyes, leaves the bottle in its place and thus naked leaves the room for his own, where he sleeps, in search of the only thing that does hold the dimensions of his c**k without complaint: a sexy inflatable doll.