All Chapters of My Mates Are Lycans (Mafia Boss's plaything): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Leena’s POVThe room spun around me as if the air itself had been poisoned. Everything seemed to happen at once—one moment, I thought I’d found peace in finally accepting Alvin as my mate, and the next, I was thrust into a whirlwind of deceit and chaos. My wolf howled inside me, her emotions mirroring mine—confusion, anger, and betrayal.How could Kevin, the man I once thought I was bonded to, stoop so low? An enchantment? Black magic? My chest tightened as Alvin ripped the cursed necklace off Kevin’s neck, exposing his lies. The shock that rippled through the crowd was palpable, their murmurs buzzing like an angry hive around us. I clenched my fists, trembling from the weight of it all.“Kevin…” I whispered, my voice laced with disbelief. “How could you?”Kevin’s gaze darted to me, his face contorted in a mix of shame and desperation. “Leena, it’s not what it looks like! I—I can explain,” he stammered, his voice barely audible over the mounting tension in the room.“Explain?” My voic

**Leena’s POV**Alvin groaned softly as I helped him into the room, his weight leaning slightly against me. Every step we took made my heart race, not because I couldn’t handle it but because of the vulnerability etched across his face. He wasn’t the arrogant, commanding Alpha I had once despised. He was hurt, raw, and somehow, that made him more real to me. “Sit down,” I said softly, guiding him to the edge of the bed. His lips tightened as he obeyed, wincing slightly. The sight of his pain made my chest tighten, guilt gnawing at me. Was this my fault? I opened the drawer and pulled out the first-aid box, my hands trembling slightly as I rummaged through it. **Focus, Leena. He’s hurt because of you. Don’t mess this up.** Finally, I found the antiseptic and bandages, and I knelt in front of him, carefully avoiding his gaze.“This might sting,” I warned, pouring the antiseptic onto a cotton pad. “I’ve had worse,” Alvin replied, his voice steady but his eyes holding a flicker of amus

### Leena’s POV When Alvin told me the truth about what happened to my father years ago, I didn’t want to believe him. Every fiber of my being screamed that it couldn’t be true. Yet, the conviction in his voice made it impossible to deny. His eyes, a storm of emotions, bore into mine as he said the words that shattered my fragile perception of the past. I felt my chest tighten, and an invisible weight pressed down on my heart. The truth had a way of cutting deeper than any blade. I didn’t know why I felt so conflicted. Part of me wanted to run away from him, from this truth he had just laid bare. But the other part—the one that sought answers, that craved understanding—kept me rooted to the spot. We sat on the edge of the bed, the silence between us humming with tension. His hand brushed against mine, a mere whisper of a touch, but it sent a spark shooting up my arm. I glanced at him. Alvin’s jaw was tense, his lips pressed into a thin line as if he were bracing himself for my r

Leena's POV I couldn’t believe I had said that to him. The words had slipped out before I could stop them, and now they hung between us, heavy and unspoken. I had never intended to let him know how deeply I felt—or how much my wolf craved him. Every time he talked to me, her need surged within me, raw and uncontainable, leaving me battling against a desire so overwhelming that resisting it felt impossible. But I had resisted—tried to, at least—until last night. I shifted on the bed, putting as much space between us as I could manage without making it obvious. My body ached to be closer to him, but my mind screamed at me to keep my distance. He was the most powerful alpha, a man who could have anyone he wanted. How would he feel if he knew how much I wanted him—how much my wolf wanted him? Then he had said those words. His voice, low and filled with something I couldn’t quite name, echoed in my mind. “I can’t get over you,” he’d c

Rated +18“You’re panicking.” Alvin crossed the room and reached for her hand. “I’m not,” she lied, keeping her gaze fixed on his shoulder. Was the bed too pedestrian a setting? Should she slink into the bathroom and put on something lacy? How on earth could she ever live up to his plethora of kinky experiences? She didn’t have any whips or chains. No blindfolds or toys. Novelty and proximity were the only things she really had going for her. Should she dial up the “good girl” thing? Pretend she felt shy instead of wanton and feral? “Hey.” He tilted her chin. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not ready.” Alvin tugged her against him and stroked his free hand against her hair before kissing the crown of her head. “I’ll happily sit on the couch and make out.” “No,” Leena said desperately, pulling back so she could bring her free hand up to his neck and hold him to her by his curls. She poured desire into her kiss, probably bruising him in