All Chapters of My Mates Are Lycans (Mafia Boss's plaything): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kira was bustling with energy that morning. Her auburn curls were tied into a loose bun, and a hint of chocolate flour still dusted her cheek—something she hadn’t noticed in her mirror rush to open shop early. Her café smelled like a dream: vanilla bean, warm cinnamon, and her bestselling dark-chocolate cupcakes fresh from the oven. She had already sent out most of her morning orders and felt a rush of satisfaction. Things were finally looking up. She glanced at her phone—no message yet from Mr. Cooper. Kinda odd… she thought. She had asked him to drop by today just to help out for a couple of hours. After all, he insisted on being involved, even though she had told him the night before, “You don’t have to come every day, Mr. Cooper. I’m sure you’ve got a million other things to do.” He had smiled that charming, mysterious smile and replied, “But I’ll come anyway. Just in case you need me.” Yet here she was, stirring frosting in a big silver bowl when her phone rang. It was his dr

Kira couldn’t understand it—couldn’t control it.Every time she was around Cooper, her heart raced like a drum being beaten in a war zone. The way her breath caught in her throat whenever his eyes met hers wasn’t normal… or was it? She didn't know. But one thing was clear—this man affected her in a way she couldn't explain.There was something about him. Something… familiar.She had tried to brush it off countless times, convincing herself it was just a fleeting attraction. But the more time she spent with him, the more convinced she became that she had seen his face before—maybe in another life or a forgotten dream. The contours of his jawline, the storm in his eyes, the way he moved—it all stirred a strange longing in her chest.And yet… no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember where she knew him from.Earlier that day, when the chaos broke out and she’d nearly collapsed from the pressure, he had been there for her.

When Cooper decided to help clear Kira's name from the list of negative reviews and accusations following the sudden outbreak of food poisoning linked to her restaurant, he wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it. The incident had caused chaos—dozens of customers claimed to have suffered from severe diarrhea after eating at Kira’s place, and social media was ablaze with criticism. Her business, her reputation, everything she had worked for was crumbling like a dry leaf in autumn.Kira, devastated and teary-eyed, had nearly collapsed in Cooper’s arms when he promised to help. "I know a guy—a lawyer," he said, brushing her hair back from her face with a tender look in his eyes. "Just leave everything to me."She hugged him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you... thank you so much, Cooper. I don't know what I'd do without you."That night, Cooper returned to his penthouse, a place of sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling glass walls that reflected the city lights. He paced across his

For a moment, Kira thought maybe—just maybe—God in heaven had finally answered her prayers. Her heart thudded with disbelief as she stared at her phone screen, her fingers trembling. The sudden rush of positive reviews flooding the online platforms left her speechless. Just yesterday, her world had been crumbling beneath her feet. She had been crying herself to sleep, anxiety gnawing at her bones.Her beloved restaurant—her dream, her sweat, her everything—was on the verge of collapse. The weight of it all had been unbearable. Bad reviews had poured in like an unending storm, accusing her of causing food poisoning, of negligence, of running an unsanitary kitchen. One even claimed that her desserts tasted like regret. The negativity had spread like wildfire, and the damage had been nearly irreversible. Her loyal customers stopped showing up. Even her suppliers started pulling back.Kira clenched her phone, blinking back the sudden tears that clouded her vision. She

Initially, Cooper couldn’t believe his ears. His jaw clenched, his fingers curling into fists against his sides as he stared at his grandmother with disbelief. She sat there, calm and composed on the velvet couch, her silver hair pulled back into a neat chignon, her eyes piercing into his like twin daggers of wisdom."We need to make peace with the Martinez family," she said again, her voice calm but firm. "Edward Martinez and I have come to an agreement."Cooper's voice cracked as he retorted, "You made peace? With Edward Martinez? Grandmother, they are our rivals. Our enemies!"The room felt colder suddenly. Tension slithered into the air like smoke. Cooper’s heart thudded with anger, but he swallowed it. He always tried to keep his temper in check when he was with her. No one disrespected Grandma Marlene, not even the city's most feared Mafia boss—Cooper himself.Marlene rose slowly, her silk gown trailing the floor. Her elegant presence exuded