บททั้งหมดของ Fated To The Mafia Alpha: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I blinked repeatedly and opened my eyes slowly, staring around the unfamiliar room. It was already dark outside and dead silent. I tried to move my arms but stopped when I felt a stinging pain there. I sat up the bed slowly, trying as much as possible not to cause any pain in my body.What happened again?Where was I? I was sure I've never been in this room, what if things didn't go well like I thought?I moved to the door, thankfully it wasn't locked and walked out of it. A heavy wave of relief rushed through me when I realized this was still the packhouse. I leaned against the wall in the hallway, placing my hands over my chest before walking into the hallway, heading towards the stairs. It was night time already and the house was almost empty, I guess everyone was asleep. I headed straight to the kitchen since my throat was completely dry and hurting already, to get some water to drink. It did not get past my notice to see that everywhere was well arranged and the door leading outs

I spent almost the entire day in my room, not bothering to return to Zoe and Linda, but of course they came to come look for me, but I dismissed them, begging to have a little time to myself."You okay?" I let out a small sigh when I heard Freya ask. It's been so long since I last talked to her. I guess we aren't that close after all."Yeah,. I'm fine. Trying to be." I replied in a low voice, staring up at the ceiling."You can't stop thinking about him huh?" She snickered, probably thinking this was a time for fun, but when I did not reply she must've gotten the hint that I was not in the mood for jokes today. "I think he feels sorry already.""I know that Freya, but you don't expect me to forgive or forget so easily. You never liked him so you don't know how this feels.""What if I was pretending?" I did not reply but drummed my fingertips on the bed, keeping my eyes on the ceiling, like it was the only thing interesting in the word so far."He was ashamed of me Freya, you have no i

As soon as she left Damien held out his hands for me which I took immediately and he led me outside the packhouse to the garage where the cars were. He let out a groan when his beta called him again from behind. "A minute please." He requested and I nodded watching as he walked to meet him. I was watching him talk to his guard but got distracted when I heard a squeal behind me, Heather was running towards, excited as usual. I wonder how she manages to keep happy all the time."Miss Bella! Miss Bella!" She jumped around excitedly and placed her palm on my mouth, her eyes widening in surprise. "O-M-G!! I love your new look! I love the hair, can I touch it?! Please!!" She clasped her palm together, pouting her lips. "Fine." I chuckled and crouched down, eyes level with her, allowing her to run her fingers on my hair."Oh my god! You're so beautiful!!" She giggled excitedly, jumping around. "Can you give me a ride now? On your pretty wolf pleaseeeee?""Not now, Heather. I have to go some

Bella's POVIt's been three days since Damien's change of mind towards me and honestly, it's been the best I've ever heard. Though it was kind of hard for the people, especially the maids to change their perspectives about me and give utmost respect just as Damien commanded. And it was also pretty hard for me to get used to this kind of life, having the maids right at my deck and doing things I could obviously do myself. It was sickening, I'd always wanted to scream at faces to leave me alone but I could understand they wouldn't even heed to my words, because of the fear that Damien might punish them for going against his words. My fingers slowly trailed up to my neck, pushing my hair to the side as I stood before the mirror and ran my fingers against the mark just between my shoulder and my neck. He finally marked me, was I expecting? No, not at all. I was happy he was finally accepting me to be his, but this is really out of it. I heaved out a deep sigh, leaning against the table.

Bella’s POV I stared up at the wall clock, heaving out a deep breath for the umpteenth time, it was getting late already and he was not back yet, could it be things went wrong? I know I shouldn’t be bothered about this, he isn’t a weak one that could easily to defeated or killed, but I couldn’t help it at all. …what if this was a trap and they might be planning something really bad? I placed my palm on my face breathing into it. I hope he’s fine or I might just have to go find him. I stood up immediately I heard cars driving into the pack house and hurried out of the room, and down the stairs. I rushed out of the pack house just in time to see him step down from the car. “Damien!” I called, running up to him, suddenly wishing I could read my unasked questions. “How did I go?” I asked, looking up into his eyes, hoping to find answers. He did not reply but stared back at me for a few seconds before walking away, toward the house. Did something go wrong? I stared around in confusion