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Mafia Princess: Raised by Wolves

#volume1:completed Lily Evan, a mafia princess. Beautiful. Happy. Carefree. Until the Moonshadow werewolf pack's attack, wiping out her entire family and crumbling The Evans' mafia empire. Left alive amidst the massacre, she thought she was fortunate. But she stumbled into a darker hell. She was held captive. Humiliated. Treated as the Alpha's Pet. Until Alpha Xander showed a romantic interest in her, Lily finally found a chance for freedom. Or perhaps, something even better... A chance for revenge. Volume 2: Xander successfully reclaimed Lily without significant resistance from Arion. Lily then discreetly relocated to a remote location unknown to Arion. Unbeknownst to Arion, Xander discovered Lily was carrying Arion’s son. Despite this knowledge, Xander was determined to keep this fact hidden from everyone. [[The cover is my personal property]] #mafia #action #politics #undergroundworld #urban #secretbaby —— [Angsty Content!!! Please read the warning in the beginning of every chapter!] disclaimer: - 18+ above, please be wise - Previous story: Undressed by the Half-beast Prince - slow burn love story - explicit content will be cautioned at the begginingbof chapter - the cover is commissioned ~~~~~~~ other works: - Undressed by The Half-beast Prince (kingdom, romance, dragon) - Wolfdale: Blood of The Moon (werewolf, mystery, vampire) - The Man of My Bitterest Mistake (Historical, second chance love)

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Her face, contorted in a delicate balance of pleasure and discomfort, served as a canvas for his desires.

Every gasp, every quiver, every subtle twitch of her features became a symphony of submission, a testament to the power he held over her.

A surge of anticipation coursed through him as he imagined Lily's every reaction, every whimper and gasp, every subtle shift in her expression as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy and surrender.

The air was heavy with the heady aroma of her sweat, mingling with the sweet essence of her most intimate parts, a fragrance that beckoned him to taste, to consume her in a fervor that bordered on primal hunger.

With each flicker of his imagination, the scenarios grew bolder, the sensations more intense, as he reveled in the intricate dance of dominance and submission that played out in the deepest recesses of his mind.