All Chapters of My Mates Are Lycans (Mafia Boss's plaything): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

After they left Jimmy with Mr. Louise, his father, Jimmy sat on the edge of the old leather armchair, his jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists. The shadows in the room flickered against the walls as the sun began to set, casting a dim orange hue across the room. His eyes burned with frustration, but behind that anger, a sharp clarity was emerging.He had been Doncastered—beaten, humiliated, made to feel small—but now he knew who had been behind it all. Cooper. That name simmered in his thoughts like acid. But the real realization was more potent than anger: Cooper no longer had power over him. That truth filled Jimmy with a grim sense of liberation."He’s done," Jimmy muttered under his breath, almost in disbelief. A bitter smirk formed on his lips. "He just doesn’t know it yet."He stood and began pacing, his boots echoing on the hardwood floor. Mr. Louise watched him quietly from the corner, the old man's gray eyes sunken but observant. Jimmy’s mind raced, plotting, planning

Kira stood motionless behind the counter, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. The clink of cutlery, the murmurs of diners, and even the delicious scent of sautéed garlic and butter from the kitchen seemed to fade into the background. Her world narrowed to the person standing in front of her — Eva.Eva, the so-called friend who had ghosted her for years.Eva, who reappeared like a storm cloud, without warning, sweeping into Kira's restaurant as if she owned the place.And worst of all… Eva, who was now dating Cooper — the very man Kira had given her heart to.Kira’s arms crossed tightly over her chest, her lips set in a thin, unimpressed line. “What are you doing here, Eva?” she asked coolly, trying to keep her voice steady even as it quivered with restrained emotion.Eva gave a dry, tight-lipped smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Can’t a girl drop by and say hello?”“Not when that girl hasn’t spoken to me in years,” Kira snapped. “Not when she shows up dati

He never meant for this to happen.Derek stood frozen in the mirror for nearly an hour before the dinner, trying to rehearse what he’d say. His reflection didn’t offer any help. It just stared back at him—haunted eyes, clenched jaw, and a guilt that seemed stitched into his very skin.He never thought it would reach this point. Not with her.He had been with half the women in the city during his reckless years, but none of them ever mattered. None of them ever stayed. Until her. Kira.Sweet, genuine Kira. The kind of girl who smiled at children and helped the elderly cross the street. The kind of girl who didn’t belong in his dark world. The one girl who made him want to be good.Derek’s throat tightened as he sat at the table waiting. The restaurant was dimly lit, candle flames casting a soft glow on the white linens. A gentle violin melody hummed in the background. He thought it would soften the blow, make his confession easier. But the moment he saw her walking in—graceful, radiant

If his father were still alive, none of this would’ve happened. The chaos, the blood, the constant torment—it all began the day his father left this world. Eight years had passed since that day, and yet the pain remained, as raw and vicious as the moment they buried him. Ever since then, Derek had changed. He wasn’t the same boy who once laughed at silly jokes and brought flowers home for his mother. He had turned into a monster—cold, ruthless, emotionless.Now, he was known not as a man, but as a legend painted in crimson. A killer. A traitor. A predator. Someone who didn't just walk into darkness, but made it his throne. Innocents or not, he had taken lives—too many to count. Some deserved it. Most didn't. And it haunted him, every face he couldn’t forget, every pair of eyes that stared at him in death, asking why.But even monsters can crave salvation.He found it in Kira.She was light in his chaos. Warmth in his freezing world. A baker with flour in her hair and laughter in her v

Kira couldn’t even cry—not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t know how to. Her heart was a whirlwind of confusion and pain, like a storm swirling through her chest. She didn’t know if she should feel relieved… or shattered.Everything that had happened between her and Derek—every touch, every whispered promise—was now crumbling into pieces, and what was worse was that it was ending without a goodbye. Just silence. Cold, painful silence. Like the final note of a song abruptly cut off.She stared blankly at the street as she walked, trying to keep her breath steady, but her throat kept tightening. Her chest burned. The man she thought had loved her—who had claimed to protect her—was nothing but a liar. At least, that’s what her mind told her now.*He never cared about you. Not really. He just played with your emotions like everyone else.*That bitter thought sliced through her again.And what made it worse—he still wanted her to see things from his point of view. He had