Alpha king melting under Mafia Queen

A man sat quietly in the corner of the room, staring at a picture of a teenage girl he kept tucked in his wallet. A soft smile rested on his lips. "You don’t understand how much I matter to you. When I’m gone, all you’ll feel is regret for not seeing the signs and asking me to be yours," she had said. He smiled gently, remembering her voice and those exact words from when they were younger. His eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t let them fall. "Love..." he whispered, quickly wiping the corner of his eyes just as a hand landed gently on his shoulder. "How many times have I told you not to call me by that nickname anymore… It’s Luther," he said, turning around. He forced a small smile when he saw how his mother’s smile faded after hearing him. "What’s wrong?" he asked, gently holding her hand. "Everyone is going to The Alpha’s pack for Valentine’s death memorial. Do you want to come with us?" his mother, Alene, asked quietly, already knowing how painful it was for her son to accept that Valentine was really gone. "No… Why would I go there? Besides, you all were the ones who agreed she was dead… I didn’t. She’s still alive," he said firmly. Alene gave a weak smile and slowly shook her head. "If that’s true, then why are you marrying her younger sister, Brenthena, the day after tomorrow?" she asked. "Because I wanted our pack to join with her father’s. It will help us become stronger." He gave a small smirk and walked toward the maid who was holding his jacket. "Do you care about Brenthena?" his mother, Alene, asked. "I'm marrying her, Mom. That should be enough of a reason to stop this talk. I'm heading to the human world to deal with the traitor who leaked our secrets to the rival pack," he said. "You could send someone else. Why does it have to be you?" she asked, unhappy with how her son was trying to avoid his feelings. She could see he was only going to distract himself and not think about his closest friend, Valentine. "Because I want to handle it myself. That backstabber needs to understand he messed with the wrong Alpha," Luther Steph said and left the room. Luther sat in his car and glanced at Valentine’s photo one more time before putting his wallet back into his jacket pocket, close to his chest. He rolled the window down when his second-in-command, Micha, tapped on it. “Alpha Luther,” Micha said, bowing slightly before opening the door and getting in beside him. He handed some pictures over to his Alpha. “This is the red club where that guy went every Saturday to pick up a girl for the night and enjoy himself,” Micha said under his breath while passing the photos of the criminal to his Alpha. “Buy?” Luther raised a brow. “Yeah… the girls there trade their bodies for money and pleasure. Thompson is one of their usual clients,” Micha explained, then signaled the driver to move. Luther stared at the photos until one caught his attention. In the picture, Thompson was eating at a table, but Luther’s eyes locked on a girl in the background. She was sitting a bit far off, wearing a hoodie and a black face covering. Only her eyes could be seen, but that alone pulled his focus. “Who is she?” Luther asked Micha, pointing at the girl. “I’m not sure… From what I’ve heard, only the girls who work there are allowed to go inside the club.. So she must be one of" Before Micha could finish, Luther raised his palm, tore the photo into pieces, and tossed it out the window. About an hour later, they arrived in the human world. Their car got stuck in traffic. “What’s going on here? Move the cars!” Luther snapped, tapping his foot impatiently. He had a weird feeling, like he already knew something big was about to happen , something that could shift his whole world. His gaze moved to the rearview mirror, and that’s when he noticed her , the same girl from the picture. She was standing at a distance, dressed in a black hoodie and a face mask, handing out food to homeless people sitting by the roadside. Luther wrinkled his nose in irritation when he saw a beggar stretch out his dirty hand over that woman's forehead He kept staring at the woman’s forehead even after the car moved. His eyes didn’t leave her until the car turned away. “She had something special,” his wolf, *Liam*, said. “She looked filthy,” Luther replied, knowing his wolf had a kind heart but he didn’t. “The Alpha... we’ve arrived,” Micha said as he stepped out of the car. He went around and opened the door for Luther, who stepped out and buttoned up his black coat. He was dressed fully in black, giving off a strong and dangerous vibe. The way he carried himself showed his strength, and no one dared to mess with him. But despite his cold side, there was something about him that drew every girl’s eye. They couldn’t stop staring at him, taken by his looks. Luther ignored everyone and stepped into the club. Every woman nearby tried to grab his attention. Every flirtatious glance and move was aimed at him, but his eyes scanned only for *Andre*. He glanced at Micha in irritation when he didn’t see who he was looking for. “He’s probably on the way,” Micha mumbled and pointed his Alpha toward the VIP area. He ordered two drinks for him and Luther, but Luther didn’t even take a sip. “She’s here,” his wolf, Liam, whispered. Luther’s brows pulled together and he straightened up. “She? Who?” he asked, then looked around. His eyes landed on a woman… She looked like a goddess in a tight red dress that barely covered her. Her full chest strained against the fabric, the dress was short, barely hiding anything. Her soft thighs could make any man lose control.