All Chapters of The Mafia Alpha's Triplets: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Who is it?” a female employee whispered, her voice trembling with confusion. The room fell into silence as every pair of eyes locked onto the computer screen. When the man’s face appeared, illuminated by the desk lamp, gasps rippled through the crowd. Glenda stiffened. Her lips parted, but no words came out. “Darling, is it done?” the man asked, his smile small but sinister. “Yes… " It’s almost done,” Glenda replied mockingly, her tone dripping with arrogance. Dharna’s stomach churned. So it’s true… she’s been using him all along. How disgusting. The man’s voice grew venomous. “Good. This will teach her a lesson. That bitch never agreed to my terms. She recoils from me as if I’m a plague.” The employees exchanged horrified glances. Some covered their mouths, others clenched their fists. “Turn it off!” Mr. Johnsons barked, his voice cracking with desperation. But no one obeyed. Instead, contempt filled their eyes as they turned back to the screen. “Baby, why do you want her?

The next day, during lunch break, Dharna went to the hospital and was very happy as the doctor told her that all the tests had been done and the results were normal. There were no complications, so the operation was scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Dharna went to her sister's ward, who was equally as happy as her sister. "You will be fine soon". Dharna hugged Ritika tightly, but she took care of it so as not to hurt her anywhere. Then she broke the hug and spoke. "Let's start our life with a fresh start after your surgery. What do you want to do after the surgery?" she asked. Ritika, who was smiling, had a dull expression on her face. Dharna frowned and asked. "What happened, little munchiee?" she asked, looking at her with concern. "Is there anywhere you are feeling discomfort?" Ritika shook her head. Then she looked at her. Dharna's heart squeezed when she saw fat tears rolling down her face. "What happened?" she asked in fear. Her heart was beating very fast". Ritika s

Dharna opened the door of her house and stepped inside, her shoulders slumping as though the weight of the past months had finally caught up with her. She practically threw herself onto the couch, sinking into its cushions, and let out a long, shaky breath. For months, she had worked tirelessly, every waking hour consumed by the thought of Ritika’s operation. Every rupee saved, every extra shift taken, every sleepless night had been for her sister. Now, at last, Ritika had undergone the treatment. Relief washed over Dharna like a tide—her sister would be healthy in no time. For the first time in weeks, she could allow herself to rest. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since morning. She dragged herself up from the couch, poured a glass of water, and quickly prepared instant noodles with toast and a glass of milk. The simple meal felt like a luxury after days of neglecting herself. Afterwards, she took a warm bath, letting the steam ease the tension in her muscles.

The neon lights of Maximum pulsed like a heartbeat, the music vibrating through the walls. Dharna was still on the dance floor, her olive dress shimmering under the shifting colours, her long black hair swaying with every movement. Mary danced beside her, radiant in purple, while Rohan watched from the edge, his gaze softening whenever it landed on his mate. Upstairs, Vikramaditya had arrived. Rohan greeted him with a smile. “Alpha boss, you have reached.” Vikramaditya frowned. “How many times should I tell you not to call me boss or alpha outside of work or official meetings?” Rohan chuckled, settling beside him. “Habit.” “How was it?” Vikramaditya asked, his tone clipped. “Deal went smoothly. The silver and wolfsbane supplies will be carried over from next week,” Rohan reported. Vikramaditya nodded. “Keep an eye on it.” He reached for the bottle on the table and drank directly from it. Rohan’s brows furrowed. “Vikram, are you okay? You’re drinking like something’s bothering y

The next morning, Dharna woke with a dull ache pressing against her temples. She sat up slowly, massaging her head, only to wince when pain flared through her body as she tried to move. Her legs felt sore, her muscles heavy, and when the blanket slipped from her shoulders, she gasped. She was unclothed. Instinctively, she pulled the blanket back over herself, her heart racing. Then she sensed another presence. Turning, she saw a man lying beside her on his stomach, his face hidden, but the tattoo of an angry wolf inked across his back was stark against his skin. Her breath caught. Last night… The fragrance hit her again, the same intoxicating scent that had lured her in the parking lot. Memories rushed back—the kiss, the firelit room, the way she had lost herself under his touch. She flushed, remembering how she had responded, how she had moaned, how she had almost begged. Yet his face remained a blur in her mind, lost to shadows and wolfsbane. She didn’t want to do anything with h