Killed at Eighteen, Billionaire Alpha at Dawn
Everyone believed Arashi Ren was just another street fighter.
An orphan. A nobody. A boy who survived by fighting.
The night he turned eighteen—after winning the biggest fight of his life—he was shot in an alley and left for dead.
But death is a door. Death was only the beginning.
When Arashi wakes up, his name and his have been erased. And his captors claim it was done to save his life.
They tell him the impossible truth:
The most powerful man in the world was his father.
And now he’s dead.
With no heir, except the son who was hidden, sealed, forgotten.
As Arashi is forced through brutal tests of memory and instinct, a truth is unveiled. His strength was never accidental. His survival was never just luck. And the fortune missing from his father’s empire may be buried not in vaults, but inside his own body.
Yet wealth is the least of what awakens.
Because as Arashi steps back into Chicago as a ghost reborn, the supernatural world begins to notice him. Werewolf packs stir. Old Alpha blood recognizes its own. And the man assigned to protect him may be bound to him by something far more dangerous than loyalty.
Love becomes a weakness.
Power demands blood.
And the past refuses to stay buried.
From the streets to the throne, Arashi Ren will rise from nothing…
And claim what was always his.
GENRE: Urban Fantasy / Mafia Power Fantasy / Paranormal Drama / Action
SETTING: Modern-Chicago. Crime-syndicates, billionaires, and supernatural-packs overlap beneath the surface of the human world.
At the top of both worlds stands the Giodanzo Dynasty, a bloodline with ties to an extinct Alpha lineage.
Every year, pack leaders gather in secret-conclaves to maintain balance.
For fifteen years, one bloodline has been missing its heir.
Until now.
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Chapter: Chapter 13There was no warning from the chip this time. One moment Arashi was lying on the couch, staring at the water-stained ceiling, counting the cracks. The next––the room was gone.He was standing in a parking garage. Concrete pillars joined the ground to the wall, and fluorescent lights buzzed overhead with the crackle of electricity. The smell of gasoline tickled Arashi's nostrils. Gasoline and … something else. Blood. Old blood, dried into the cracks.The biggest shock, however, wss the man standing beside him. Cassian. He was younger, in his thirties, maybe. Standing next to the man, Arashi could have believed that he was staring into a mirror. They had the same dark hair, the same sharp jaw, the same eyes Arashi saw in the mirror every morning."Watch," Cassian said.Arashi tried to speak. His mouth didn't work. His body wasn't his.A man knelt in front of them. This man was in his fifties, and he wore an expensive suit that was torn at the shoulder. His lip was split, amd he had h
Last Updated: 2026-05-02
Chapter: Chapter 12Arashi wrinkled his nose as he walked the streets of Bridgeport. “Think he could have picked a place that smelled marginally better? It smells like a rat died here, and then someone ate the dead rat and died too.”Selene ignored him. It was his fourth attempt to engage her in conversation since the warehouse incident. She couldn't still be mad at him, could he? He grimaced. She could. In fact, she was showing him that she truly was. The Greek diner was sandwiched between two larger buildings at the end of an alley. It had been there since the seventies. The neon sign at the entrance was missing letters, the vinyl booths were patched with duct tape, and the counter had to have seen better days. No, decades. The sky overhead was a clear blue, and Chicago was abuzz with activity around them. It still surprised him that the underworld could exist in the same space as this seemingly normal city, but he was coming to appreciate that he was now living a new life. A different one. Rue was
Last Updated: 2026-05-02
Chapter: Chapter 11Arashi felt for the knife stabbed into his forearm and yanked it out. The blood stained his shirt. “Looks like I finished faster than you did.”She snorted then released Benicio, stepping back. "Check the desk. There should be a flash drive there."Arashi moved to the desk. He pulled open the drawers, the wood groaning. He found a bunch of papers and a Mac laptop, but no drive. "Where is it?" he asked.Benicio's eyes darted to Arashi. Recognition flickered across his face. "You're him. The boy. Cassian's—""Where's the drive?"Benicio's expression shifted, fear curdling into something uglier. His lips curled in a sneer. "You think you're gonna sit in his chair? You? The orphan? The little street rat? We're going to gut you. Just wait.”Arashi’s hand tightened on the drawer. Selene watched Arashi out of the corner of her eyes, waiting for his reaction. I need a professional, not a little boy. Arashi breathed out through his nose, calming himself. He would not get angry. He met Benic
Last Updated: 2026-05-01
Chapter: Chapter 10“Where are we going?”Selene ignored him, staring instead at the window where the city flashed past. A knot formed in Arashi’s jaw. She was ignoring him on purpose. But he couldn't do anything about it. Rue’s instructions had been clear: Arashi was to follow her orders without issues. He hated every second of it. The car cut through Chicago traffic like a knife. Neon lights flashes by, like a thousand glowing eyes. They were in Kennedy Expressway already. Arashi raised an eyebrow at Selene, but she didn't rise to his question or bait. Several minutes passed. "Benicio Lara," she said, not looking at him. Her reflection filled the car window, all brown hair and green eyes. "He was an acccountant, one that worked for your father for twelve years.” She fixed eyes on him. “Now he's selling ledgers to a Shenyang-backed crew out of Chinatown."Arashi watched the city slide past. Grey sky, the colour of metal, brown slush filling the cracks between buildings. Chicago in March looked like a
Last Updated: 2026-05-01
Chapter: Chapter 9The house reeked of formaldehyde.Three minutes into his waking time and Arashi was already dreading being there. Stilted ceilings. Peeling wallpaper with some kind of reddish, rose-patterned design. A lone bulb hanging from above casting a yellow hue over the room to give everything a look of crime scene pictures. Down below his feet were the boards of a funeral home that hadn't performed any embalmments in six years. The lockbox from the realtor was attached to the front door while an abandoned-looking *CLOSED* sign stood by the window.January in South Side Chicago didn't need any excuses.Nor did Selene.She stood right in the middle of the room while he emerged from the back bedroom, her arms hanging loosely by her sides, dressed in black tactical pants and a long sleeve. Her hair was tightly bound, her face showing no emotions. She was staring at him with a cold, appraising look. "Stand in the middle of the room," she ordered.Arashi passed a hand through his hair. He was still
Last Updated: 2026-04-07
Chapter: Chapter 8Arashi ran a hand through his hair as frustration slammed into him like a boulder. “You do realise that you are the one I have been talking to all these while, right?” he snapped. There was a harsh bite in his voice, and even though speaking made him want to wince in pain, he made sure his expression remained blank. Selene crossed her arms over her chest as she deadpanned. “Who I am is none of your damn business! So stop whining like a kid and sit your ass down until Rue gets here.”Her words became increasingly condescending towards the end of her response, and it rankled Arashi. “Don't be rude. That's unbecoming of you,” he quipped in response. Selene narrowed her eyes at him, but decided not to dignify his words with a response. Selene knew a spoilt kid when she saw one, and to her, Arashi was most definitely a brat. He expected her to answer each and every one of his damn questions when he didn't even thank her for saving his life!“Where is this place? Why did you bring me he
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
