The Alpha Mafia King
Chapter 63

“What the f**k?” Alyona muttered, laying stress on each of the words.

She could not believe her eyes as she read through the most shocking lines in the book she had uncovered. She had found the diary inside of an envelope in Mariyanna’s drawer. Regret washed over her like she had been caught in an unexpected cloud burst.

“Oh my god, what have I done? Mari, what have you made me do? Mariyanna, how could you? You deceived me into thinking that Alonzo had s*x with you! That’s an insane move bitch!” Alyona ruffled her hair like she was about to go crazy as she reread every word in Mariyanna’s diary. She swore to kill Mariyanna when returning from whatever demon hole she visited these days.

Still unable to believe what she had read versus what she had seen on her email on the night that Mariyanna had called to ask her to check her mail, she returned to her email.

Alyona scrolled through the pictures, one at a time, in no rush, examining the man who sat with her sister. There was no doubt that she saw Mariyanna and Alonzo frozen in an image while having dinner together. She quickly hurried past the other photos and found the video she had been searching for all along. She needed to check out the authenticity of the video.

The person in the video had no doubt looked like Alonzo in stature, and he had on the same clothes Alonzo had been putting on. However, his face had been carefully hidden from the camera deliberately by whoever was filming.

A thought crossed Alyona’s mind, and it was why she hadn’t wondered why Mariyanna would video herself and Alonzo having s*x? Maybe if she had just stopped to think things through that night before leaping into action, Alonzo would have still been alive.

The man in the video took off his shirt, and Mariyanna paused the video, zooming in. She gasped at the revelation when she saw his bare back. The person in the video was undoubtedly not Alonzo. She was sure the person was not Alonzo because Alonzo had a tattoo on his back.

What Alyona referred to as a tattoo was far from a tattoo. It was the Marcovic’s blueprint that distinguished Alonzo from other werewolves, but at this point, what mattered was that the imposters’ back was as bare as drought-ridden farmland.

How could she have missed it the first time she had watched the video? She had been blinded by the rage that she had been harboring from the day she heard about her father’s death and that had been why she had fallen so quickly for Mariyanna’s trick.

She would never have gone through her email to rewatch the video if Mariyanna’s dirty secret and plan had not been jotted in this diary of hers. Alyona had learned some more information about Mariyanna from reading the journal.

It would appear that according to the info penned by Mariyanna that she had been in love with Alonzo from the day she had seen him first.

Alyona’s heart ached from it all, and she despised Mariyanna with every drop of b***d in her body. She broke down, trembling in tears as she went through the emails again, looking at Alonzo’s picture. She kissed her palm and touched his picture on the screen of her phone.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” Alyona muttered, and suddenly she let out an ear-piercing wail.

Alyona wiped away her tears and went to her room. She reached inside her pillowcase and pulled out a gun that she had been sleeping with for rapid protection in case someone had suddenly decided to attack her in the Makarov mansion.

Alyona walked down to the living room and sat down on the chair with a bottle of alcohol, just waiting patiently for an unsuspecting Mariyanna to come back. She swore to God that she would not fail to deliver the first bullet the gun would ever fire on Mariyanna when she walked through the living room door.

***

As for Alonzo, he was getting ready to go back to Russia. They had only a few days until it was time for the coronation of their new werewolf queen. He wanted to use those few days to exert vengeance on Alyona and sort out a few things in his casino.

Mazza knocked softly on the door slightly ajar to his study room before letting himself in. Alonzo whipped his head from his laptop and shot him a glare. What did Mazza want? He wondered.

“Do you have a minute, son?” Mazza said, and Alonzo nodded slowly.

“What do you possibly have to say to me, granddad?” Alonzo closed the laptop. “Have you come to defend the mistress in distress that almost had me killed.”

Mazza took deep, calming breaths and controlled his tone as he spoke, “You got what you wanted. You’ve always wanted Alyona to be this destructive, evil force that I brought into your life, and you’ve finally seen a chance to feel you are right, but you are wrong. So wrong, Alonzo!”

“Right, and even after everything is as clear as black and white that she is not the savior you imagined her to be, you still dare to defend her before my eyes!”

Alonzo had wanted to believe in sorcery right now because it had seemed Alyona had somehow bewitched his grandfather. He was living proof of the existence of supernatural beings.

Who was to say that Alyona had not been some washed-up mermaid or enchantress that had surfaced onto the shores of that beach to put his granddad under a spell.

“Alonzo, I don’t dispute that what Alyona did was wrong, but I’m saying that I feel she might have been driven to the edge,” Mazza said, earning a scowl from Alonzo.

“Who cares what inspired her motives? I wouldn’t give a damn if they pointed a gun at her head and coarse her into doing those things that she did.”

Mazza exhaled, knowing he was fighting a lost battle with Alonzo. He couldn’t blame him for hating Alyona, but unlike Alonzo, he knew Alyona well. Well enough to know that she truly loved and cared for Alonzo.

Alonzo didn’t know that either because Alyona mainly confided in him. She felt she needed Alonzo to be the man and allow him to make most of the moves. Instead, Alonzo always had a trust issue with her.

He sensed danger when there was none, and now, this little shakedown, however it found itself in their relationship, had left no room for doubt in Alonzo’s mind that Alyona had always been the wrong person.

“You used to be more perspective than this,” Mazza said flatly. “Word of advice, seek out your natural enemies and don’t allow your fear of falling in love with a woman to blindside you. I will work to uncover the true enemies, but it would’ve been better if we worked together.”

Mazza got up and left. Alonzo’s eyes followed him disbelievingly, and he scoffed. He wondered what was wrong with his grandfather, honestly. He had always had great respect and admiration for the man, but it seemed age might have started to make his brain dull.

His line was thrilling, and he answered the call, saying, “Go ahead, Leonardo.”

“Hey boss, I need your help,” Leo said. “I just got arrested for beating up somebody. The dude was messing with my girlfriend.”

“Okay, you’ll be out in a couple of minutes,” Alonzo said, ending the call.

He would do anything for Leo. He loved Leo as he imagined he would love his child. Alonzo was still clueless about the fact that Alyona was carrying his child.

He made a few calls to the police department, and he was assured of Leonardo’s immediate release.

***

What was coming next for Alonzo was something he would never be able to recover from, and he would have wished for someone to have warned him.

Callisto and his pack subjects had been plotting something big for the night. Callisto could be seen in his makeshift workshop, lacing bullets with wolfsbane.

“What is the situation?” Callisto asked without turning to see the intruders that lurked behind the door.

“We are ready to take down those bastards,” Laslow replied. “Fox is about ready to make his first werewolf kill to ascend from the omega rank.”

“Alright, good, we shall hunt tonight then,” Callisto said, and they left him to continue his work.

He wondered if at the end of the night, Fox would be able to step up his rank or if he would be dead.

Many werewolves had been coming into town for the forthcoming coronation of their wolf queen, and that was the perfect cover Callisto needed to carry out his evil plans.

Agent Fox had learned that if he didn’t step up tonight and he remained an omega by the end of the night, then he would die at the hands of Callisto.

They were going hunting, and according to Laslow, whichever wolf he was able to kill, he could claim that werewolf power and avoid Callisto killing him, which would still be his fate even if he managed to survive the night without rising in ranks.

They would support him as packmates throughout the fight, but consequently, he had to be the one to deliver the final blow so that he could rise in power.

Several werewolves were secretly crawling around the streets of Russia in their human guise form. Still, Callisto was only interested in the head of one if not two of them.