Claimed by My Mafia Alpha King

"I, Maxim, reject you, Irina, as my mate."

My eighteenth birthday lead me straight to my worst nightmare--Maxim. My tormentor. My stepsister's ex-boyfriend. The man who break me piece by piece.
Couldn't tolerate this, I ran and crossed the border into enemy territory. They dragged me back and beat me bloody in the dirt while I begged for help that never came.
The mate bond shattered. My wolf howled in agony. I collapsed.

"You are sold to the biggest underground organization in the region. As a sex slave." My father announced, without any mercy.

"You belong to me," Maxim whispered in my ear. "When they put you on that sex slave auction stage, no one will dare claim you. You'll come crawling back, and I'll use you whenever I want."
He didn't want me as his mate. He wanted me as his toy—available for his pleasure, protected by no one.
Just when I thought my life would be hell forever, HE walked in.
Nicolas. The Mad King. Alpha of alphas. The most dangerous man in our world.
One look. One scent. One impossible truth that made my wolf surge to life:
**Second chance mate.**
Before I could breathe, before I could think, he was on the stage. His hand wrapped around my throat—not choking, claiming.
Then his teeth sank into my neck. The marking bite. In front of everyone. Irreversible. Absolute.

"She's mine now," he said against my skin. "Anyone who disagrees can take it up with me."

I thought I'd escaped one monster.
I had no idea I'd just been claimed by a worse one.