The Rumored Alpha

SIENNA'S POV

Three years have passed since that life-altering flight to New York. I built a new existence from the ashes, trading my chaotic past for a quiet life of hard work. But right now, I just want to strangle my coworkers. The snickering behind me is deeply disturbing and incredibly annoying. I cast a subtle glare over my shoulder at the two American blondes standing in the staff lineup. They have their manicured hands clamped tightly over their glossy mouths, giggling like foolish schoolgirls.

We are in the middle of a highly serious staff briefing in the main lobby. The grand lobby of the Lombardi Hotel is a masterpiece of modern luxury, boasting imported marble floors, chandeliers that cost more than my lifetime earnings, and massive gold-leaf pillars. Yet, right now, it just feels like a prison. Our hotel manager is pacing back and forth in front of us, and his thick, rough Italian accent is apparently hilarious to them. It is a stupid, gutsy move. If he catches them disrespecting him, they will be fired on the spot, and jobs at this luxury establishment do not come easy.

I keep my posture rigid and my expression blank, hanging onto the manager's every word. I cannot afford to lose this job. Rent is due, and I have a mouth to feed. He ignores the childish whispering echoing off the high ceilings and raises his voice, officially announcing a massive VIP party taking place in the grand hall tonight.

"We have critical guests arriving tonight, including Mr. Teo Lombardi." The manager announces, his tone demanding absolute reverence and striking fear into the room.

"Oh my god, Teo will be here?" One of the blondes gasps out loud, her eyes widening in awe.

Honestly, I share her shock. Teo Lombardi is the rumored owner of this massive luxury hotel, but he has never once visited the property in the three full years I have worked here. The rumors surrounding him are dark, heavy, and terrifying. He is known as a ruthless, unfathomably wealthy Alpha who controls one of the biggest mafia Packs in Italy. He owns countless high-end hotels, Michelin-star restaurants, and underground casinos. People whisper that his true business operations are bathed in blood and highly illegal. He is the kind of man who runs the city from the shadows, crushing his enemies without a second thought. I have always wondered what a man with that much raw, unchecked power actually looks like. What kind of facial features fit a monster of his status?

"I know you all have specific positions here at the front desk and concierge." The manager continues, his sharp gaze sweeping over our neat uniforms. "But for tonight, you will step down from your desks and work as waitresses in the grand hall. The guest list is too important. Anyone who causes a scene or acts with misconduct will be terminated instantly. You are dismissed."

He turns and strides away down the corridor. The small group scatters immediately, leaving me standing alone in the hallway. I let out a long breath, adjusting my tight skirt. Demoted to a waitress for the night. It sucks, but I will do whatever it takes to keep my paycheck.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my vibrating phone. It is Rosa, my nanny. I hit the call back button and press the phone to my ear, my chest tightening with instant maternal anxiety.

"Hello, Ma'am." Rosa answers on the second ring.

"Rosa, is there something wrong? Is Leonardo sick?" I ask, my knuckles turning white as I grip the phone.

"Oh, no, Ma'am. He is perfectly fine. He is fast asleep in his crib."

My racing heart settles in my chest. I am a panicky mother, but I cannot help it. The moment I held him in the hospital room, my entire universe shifted. My three-year-old son is the absolute center of my world. Every time I look at Leonardo, I see a beautiful, heartbreaking mix of my own features and the incredibly hot stranger from my one-night stand. Leonardo has my soft nose and my smile, but he inherited his father's striking, sharp jawline, his thick dark hair, and those intense, brooding dark eyes that seem to hold too many secrets for a toddler. He is the most perfect boy in the world, and I work these grueling hours just to give him a decent life.

"What happened then?" I ask, leaning against the cool wall of the hallway.

"My mother is not feeling well. I just wanted to know if you will be back early tonight so I can go visit her." Rosa explains.

I glance down at my cheap wristwatch. I have no idea when this mafia party will wrap up.

"I will try to be home early tonight. I am really sorry about your mother, Rosa. Go see her as soon as I get back." I say into the receiver.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Have a good night."

"Give Leonardo a goodnight kiss for me." I say softly before hanging up.

I tuck the phone away just as three men in sharp, tailored black Italian suits walk past me in the lobby. They are speaking in hushed, serious tones, their broad shoulders taking up the corridor. Watching their dominant stride sends my mind drifting right back to Alessandro. That wild, chaotic night three years ago is permanently burned into my brain. The scent of his spicy cologne. The rough texture of his hands. The way he pinned me aggressively to that hotel bed, his heavy body trapping me. The memory of his hard, thick cock violently driving into my wet cunt still makes my breath hitch and my thighs clench. He stretched me open, pounding his thick dick deep inside my tight entrance with a feral, animalistic intensity until I screamed his name. He showed absolutely no mercy, ultimately filling my womb with his heavy, scorching load of semen. I often wonder if I will ever run into him in this massive city filled with dangerous men. If I actually saw him again, would I have the internal strength to tell him that our reckless night birthed a perfect son? It has been three years. The chances of crossing paths with that dangerous stranger are zero.

Two hours later, the grand hall is packed to the brim and the party is in full swing. The sheer opulence of the event is staggering. Waiters in white gloves carry trays of caviar, a live string quartet plays in the corner, and the crystal chandeliers cast a blinding golden glow over the sea of wealthy elites. The air is thick with the suffocating scent of expensive Cuban cigars, rich designer cologne, and overflowing vintage champagne. I balance a heavy silver tray of drinks, my feet already aching in my cheap uniform shoes as I weave through the crowded room, serving flutes to men who wear watches worth more than my apartment.

My boss suddenly appears out of nowhere, his hand grabbing my arm in a tight, urgent grip.

"Come, Sienna. You need to serve the main guests." He murmurs near my ear.

"Right away, sir." I reply, my stomach twisting with unexpected nerves.

I follow him through the dense crowd, approaching the roped-off VIP section. Just getting close to this specific group gives me intense goosebumps. The heavy, suffocating aura of Alpha dominance practically radiates from them, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My eyes instantly lock onto the tallest man standing in the very center of the circle.

He has his back to me. His shoulders are wickedly broad, his back muscles straining visibly against the expensive fabric of a perfectly tailored dark suit. He has sleek dark hair tied back in a neat bun. His large hands are sheathed in black leather gloves. As he turns his head slightly, I catch a glimpse of his side profile. A sharp jaw dusted with neat, rugged stubble.

He is speaking to two older men. His rich, mesmerizing voice sends a violent jolt of memory straight through my spine. He effortlessly drops a string of deep Italian before switching to a flawless, crisp American accent.

"This is my wife." He says smoothly, gesturing to the stunning, elegant blonde woman draped over his arm. She is dripping in diamonds, smiling up at him with pure adoration.

My heart stutters violently in my chest.

"That is Teo Lombardi. Try not to act stupidly and just serve the drinks." My boss whispers sharply, giving me a slight push forward.

My brain short-circuits. Married? The staff rumors never mentioned a wife. And why does this ruthless, terrifying mafia boss bear such a striking, undeniable resemblance to Alessandro? The imposing build, the intoxicating voice, the sharp jawline. It is too similar.

Sheer panic floods my veins. I keep my head bowed down, my eyes fixed firmly on the polished marble floor as I step into the circle. I extend my trembling arms, offering the heavy tray of champagne flutes to the group.

My boss says something in Italian to the men. A loud chorus of laughter erupts from the group. Stupidly, against all my survival instincts, I lift my head and glance up.

At that exact second, a gloved hand reaches out toward a champagne glass.

My eyes trace up the dark sleeve, past the broad chest, right to his face.

Holy fuck.

Absolute terror crashes into my chest like a runaway freight train. The air vanishes from my lungs. My blood runs ice cold.

It is Alessandro.

No. My boss just called him Teo Lombardi.

I slept with Teo Lombardi. The ruthless mafia boss. The billionaire Alpha. I took his thick cock and carried his child.

My hands begin to shake uncontrollably. The heavy silver tray violently slips from my trembling fingers. It hits the hard marble floor with a deafening crash. Crystal glasses shatter into hundreds of jagged pieces, expensive champagne splashing everywhere in a chaotic mess.

The music seems to stop. The entire VIP section goes dead silent.

"Are you mad?!" My boss yells at me furiously, his face turning bright red with rage.

I cannot hear him. I am paralyzed. I am staring straight into Teo's dark, piercing eyes. He is staring right back at me. His gaze is vicious, focused, stealing every ounce of breath from my body. The dark recognition in his eyes is undeniable.

My knees give out. I drop to the hard floor, desperate to hide from his intense stare. I scramble forward, my shaky fingers frantically grabbing at the sharp, broken shards of crystal.

"Get away from those shards. You will hurt yourself." Teo orders instantly.

His voice sends a violent shiver down my spine. It is the exact same dark, commanding tone he used three years ago in the club when he saved me.

I ignore him. I just need to clean this up and run. I grab a large piece of glass, but my hands are trembling too hard. The jagged edge slices sharply deep into my thumb. I let out a sharp wince as a thick line of red blood instantly wells up and drips onto the white marble floor.

"I said, leave them!" Teo grunts, his voice dropping into a deadly, echoing growl.

Before I can react, his large, gloved hand clamps around my arm. He hauls me forcefully to my feet. His iron grip is angry and bruising, pulling me away from the shattered mess.

"Leave them. Do not fucking get hurt." Teo demands, his dark eyes burning with raw intensity.

His intense reaction only fuels my spiraling panic. Why is he so angry? Why is he holding me this way in front of his wife? Why does he care if a random waitress bleeds? How the hell is he Teo Lombardi? Why did he give me a fake name? A million terrifying questions rip through my spinning mind.

I violently wrench my bleeding hand free from his tight grip. I do not look back. I turn and sprint.

I push aggressively past the wealthy guests, fleeing the grand hall like a criminal. I run straight through the empty corridors, my breathing ragged. I slam through the double doors of the staff quarters and rush into the small, dimly lit room I share with a coworker for overnight shifts.

I kick off my tight uniform shoes and collapse onto the edge of the narrow bed. The room spins violently around me. My heart is pounding a deafening, painful rhythm against my ribs. I press my bleeding thumb into a tissue, wincing at the sting, but physical pain is nothing compared to the mental breakdown happening inside my head. I am hyperventilating, trembling out of control. I am a total mess of blinding fear, massive confusion, and a twisted, raw excitement that I hate myself for feeling.

Tears spill over my eyelashes, rolling hot and fast down my cheeks. He is alive. He is here. He is married. He is a mafia boss.

A sudden, sharp knock at the door makes me jump out of my skin.

My breath hitches in my throat. It could be room service. It could be my angry boss coming to fire me. I wipe my wet eyes with the back of my uninjured hand, stand up on shaky legs, and walk slowly over to the door. I turn the handle and pull it open.

My eyes dilate in pure shock.

Standing right outside my door, filling the entire frame, is Alessandro. Teo. The breathtaking villain.

He stands casually, his long legs spread apart in a dominant stance, his large hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks. His eyes rake over my messy hair and tear-stained face. Slowly, his rugged features squeeze into a slight, highly dangerous smile.

"Good to see you again, baby girl."