Mafia Alpha

Chapter 2 Enzo The room was large and dim, lit only by a few scattered lamps that threw a weak, yellow glow against the dark walls. I sat in my high-backed chair, the weight of the day resting heavily on my shoulders. In one hand, I gripped a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. A cigarette burned slowly between my lips, a single point of heat in the gloom. All around me, several women moved to the low, pulsing beat of the music. They were beautiful, their bodies swaying with a practiced grace, but as I watched them, I felt a strange, hollow emptiness. I let out a quiet chuckle that didn't reach my eyes. I didn't say a word; I just watched the movement and felt the bite of the whiskey in the back of my throat. One of the women, seeing my movement, broke away from the group. She walked toward me with a confident, playful smile. She didn't hesitate as she sat down on my lap, her weight light but her presence intrusive. She pressed close to me, her skin warm agains

Chapter 4 Noah I looked up at the man standing in front of me, my breath hitching in my throat. He didn't look like a normal person. He looked like power given a human shape. Without taking his eyes off me, he reached out and handed his glass to one of the men standing nearby. The man took it instantly, not saying a single word, as if he were a ghost. My heart beat so fast it felt like a bird trapped in my chest. I tried to understand how I had ended up here, in this cold, expensive room, being stared at by a stranger who looked like he could break me with one hand. The man didn't speak. Instead, he started walking slowly around me. He moved with a strange, smooth grace, like a predator circling its prey. His eyes were locked on mine the whole time. It was an intense look, one that made me feel like I was something he wanted to devour. I felt smaller than I ever had before. Under his gaze, I felt completely helpless, a boy caught in a trap he didn't even know existed. He stopped

Chapter 6 Noah I stared into his eyes, my breath coming in short, jagged hitches. His hand was still on my neck, his grip firm and warm, but his stare was like ice. It was a cold, hard look that made my stomach twist into a tight knot. I felt so small beneath him, like a bug he was deciding whether to crush or keep. I tried to hold my breath, tried to be still, but the weight of everything finally broke through. I did not even notice when the first tears started running down my cheeks, hot and stinging against my skin. "Please," I begged. My voice was so shaky I barely recognized it. "Please, just let me go. I don't belong here. I don't know anything about Alphas or mates. I’m just... I’m nobody." The more I spoke, the more I saw his expression change. But he didn't soften. Instead, he seemed to grow angrier. A low growl started deep in his chest and rose into his throat. It was a sound that didn't belong to a human. It was dangerous, animal-like, and it made the hair on my arms

Chapter 8 Enzo I stood in the center of the room, my shadow stretching across the floor. Noah stood before me, looking fragile and broken. I watched a single, clear tear roll slowly down his cheek. It was a small thing, but it hit me with the force of a physical blow. Something inside my chest tightened—a strange, painful pull I couldn't ignore. I could not hold myself back any longer. I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat of his skin. I reached out and placed my hands gently on his face. His skin was soft, and he felt so small in my grip. I used my thumbs to wipe the moisture from his cheeks, my movements surprisingly tender. Noah looked up at me, his breath hitching. His eyes were wide and uncertain, filled with a mix of fear and a question I couldn't answer. For a long moment, the world outside that room ceased to exist. We just stared at each other in a heavy, pulsing silence. Then, the reality of what I was doing crashed over me. I

Chapter 10 Enzo I watched what Moses was doing, but I was trapped behind a wall in my own mind. My wolf was a force of nature, driven by an ancient need to claim and possess. He wanted to mark Noah completely, to make him ours in a way that left no room for doubt. But as I watched through our shared eyes, I saw the terror in Noah’s expression. I saw the way his small body shook under the weight of my wolf’s aggression. I could not let it continue. With every bit of strength I had, I fought to take control back, pushing Moses back into the dark corners of our consciousness. The struggle felt like tearing my own skin, but I didn't stop until the red glow faded from my vision. When I finally regained control of my limbs, the first thing I saw was Noah. He was curled up on the bed, his face pale and full of fear. His eyes were wide, tracking my every movement as if I were a monster that might strike again at any second. His whole body was tense, ready to bolt or break. The sight of