Alessia Bianchi has been raised in a perfect bubble, protected from the violence and darkness of a world built on blood and loyalty. The daughter of an Italian mafia boss, she is untouched by the brutality that defines her family's empire. All she knows is tradition, beauty, and ballet; her only escape. But when a war between the Italians and the Russian Bratva reaches its breaking point, peace demands a price. Mikhail Vetrov is not a man who saves people. He is the kind of man who ends them. A cold, calculated hitman of the Bratva, he has spent his life mastering violence until it became second nature. Emotion does not belong in his world. Until he is forced into marriage with the one thing he was never meant to touch. A ballerina. A girl raised to be protected. One he was meant to keep at arms length. A woman who becomes the beginning of his undoing.

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved