Moonbound to the Devil’s Alpha
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I broke into the Morretti chapel to steal a ledger.
I walked out bound to an alpha.
When my brother’s gambling debt puts a target on his spine, I do what I’ve always done — survive smarter than the men who underestimate me. The Morretti syndicate hides their real accounts beneath holy ground, and I intend to use their secrets as leverage.
But beneath the chapel isn’t just a vault.
It’s a cage.
And inside it is Roman Varga — an alpha werewolf the Morrettis have been drugging, torturing, and using as their silent weapon. The moment I unlock the wrong door, something ancient and violent snaps into place between us.
The bond.
Now the mafia wants me erased. Roman wants blood. And the closer the full moon creeps, the more unstable he becomes — because the Morrettis weren’t just keeping him prisoner.
They were waiting for someone like me.
Vesper Arden isn’t a random thief.
My blood reacts to his.
My scent calms him.
And when he touches me, the mark burns like a promise.
I don’t know what’s more dangerous — the mafia hunting us….......
Or the way I’m starting to crave the alpha who calls me his.
I walked out bound to an alpha.
When my brother’s gambling debt puts a target on his spine, I do what I’ve always done — survive smarter than the men who underestimate me. The Morretti syndicate hides their real accounts beneath holy ground, and I intend to use their secrets as leverage.
But beneath the chapel isn’t just a vault.
It’s a cage.
And inside it is Roman Varga — an alpha werewolf the Morrettis have been drugging, torturing, and using as their silent weapon. The moment I unlock the wrong door, something ancient and violent snaps into place between us.
The bond.
Now the mafia wants me erased. Roman wants blood. And the closer the full moon creeps, the more unstable he becomes — because the Morrettis weren’t just keeping him prisoner.
They were waiting for someone like me.
Vesper Arden isn’t a random thief.
My blood reacts to his.
My scent calms him.
And when he touches me, the mark burns like a promise.
I don’t know what’s more dangerous — the mafia hunting us….......
Or the way I’m starting to crave the alpha who calls me his.
















































