เข้าสู่ระบบ“Why do you suddenly want out of this marriage? Who the fuck are you screwing, you dumb bitch?!” “I'm not screw-” I tried to explain, but he was already on me and I screamed as he dragged me up by my neck, his hand so tight on my throat I couldn’t breathe. “Who is it?!” he growled. “Who the fuck would dare!” ---- In a world absent the mate bond, alliances were formed through blood, power, and betrayal rather than fate. Makena Blackwell was born into the mafia's lowest-ranking position, promised at birth to a powerful heir in exchange for her family's survival. She was ready to marry him. But he was ready to destroy her. On the night she was meant to die, however, something impossible happened. A man rose from the icy steel trays of her father’s morgue. He was a stranger, with no memory, no name, and no pulse. And when their gazes met, fate spoke the word they never expected to hear in their lifetime, echoing so loudly in their souls it shook the very fabric of their being. “Mate!” The man the world left for dead wasn’t just anyone; he was the dread every mafia house feared, and he was hers. She was promised to a prince of power… but fate gave her the king of the dead.
ดูเพิ่มเติมVAL THREE HOURS LATER Makena’s grip tightened on mine as we walked into the crown room. And I couldn’t meet the eyes of the elders or my father, whom we had kept waiting for over two hours, as the shower had taken far longer than expected. We took our seats, and greetings were exchanged. After the pleasantries, my father told us that they had received numerous reports this morning that every wolf who turned eighteen after midnight had recognized their mate. “What?” “The mate bond is back, son,” my father said, and Makena and I looked at each other in disbelief. Marcus spoke next. He said we had done it; we had broken the curse. However, we didn’t understand how and couldn't dwell on it, as we were already late for my official appointment as the Capo. But just as we all got up to head to where the seating would take place, the lights in the room went out, and loud gasps echoed through the room before everything fell silent. I turned to my left to find Makena’s expression
MAKENA My hands flew in the air as my husband carried me over the threshold to our suite, a flood of emotions coursing through me in a maddening haze of pure bliss. “I love you, Mrs. Di Corvo,” he whispered, pinning me against the wall before connecting our lips in a fiery kiss, which I returned with equal fervor, my arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him even closer as our tongues tangled. Tugging my lower lip between his teeth, he coaxed a melty moan from my lips, and my head fell back, my eyes fluttering shut as his soft lips nibbled on the sensitive skin on my neck, filling me with a growing need. I started working on the buttons of his shirt, which he shrugged off in equal haste, before helping me out of my gown, which turned from the most precious fabric to an obstacle. “Ah!” Another strangled moan tore from my lips as Val pressed me against the wall and nuzzled my skin. A shudder ran through me as his lips traveled from my shoulder and over my chest before cupping m
SIX DAYS LATER VAL I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Kian, my best man, dashing in a navy tuxedo. After everything that happened with Mel, I asked Kian to be my best man, and he accepted. Something tugged at my heart at the thought of Mel. I loved him, and his betrayal didn’t just break my heart; it shattered me to my core. It felt like I was being gutted alive all over again; my heart was bleeding, and a part of me feared it might never fully heal. But I shook my head, not wanting to go there. I wouldn’t let it ruin my special day. I was finally about to say. “I do” to the woman of my dreams. Living apart had been a challenge, especially since we had spent so much time together while we were on the run, and I smiled at the memory. Our life out there was full of pain and misery, but it was a road destined for us to travel. If everything hadn’t happened, I never would have met her. I wouldn’t be marrying her today. “You look handsome,” Kian said, and I thanked him
THIRD-PARTY POVMARTINEZ TERRITORY Pedro had just sat down at the head of the dining table when his wife reached for his hand. Her touch was gentle, but it wasn’t enough to pull him back from the thoughts that ravaged his mind. Mrs. Martinez looked at her husband with a heart weighed down by concern. She had watched him unravel quietly since the news of Val Di Corvo being alive reached them. Pedro hadn’t been able to grasp it. He couldn’t sleep and kept going over it again and again: the photograph Mel had shown him of Val’s lifeless, gutted body. It was Val, cut open and lifeless. There was no doubt. But now Val was not only alive but also mated to the former lover of Akira Draynen himself, Akira, who was complicit in their plan, the same woman Akira had been looking over shortly before everything fell apart between them. In fact, she was the cause of their rift. Akira had a meltdown about being unable to search for her in Pedro’s territory, and all along, she was with Val. Pedr












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