Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia Lycan King’s Regret: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lucian’s POV “It’s the Princess, sire…” Lydia, my secretary, popped her head into my office, her voice dropping to a whisper as she looked around uncomfortably. “Miss Marielle,”At the sound of my wife’s sister’s name, the pen I had been holding dropped and I let out a shaky breath.“I… Just—-““Should I make her wait a bit?” Lydia’s eyes shone with understanding. “Just for a few minutes—-until you’re ready,”My jaw ticked and I gave her a nod. “Thank you,”She gave a nod back and slipped out of my office.Lydia was always ready to help even though she didn’t have the slightest idea what was happening.No one had the slightest idea what was happening… not even Lyla.My office suddenly felt too hot as I grabbed at my tie, moving it from side to side as I tried to breathe properly.How had it all gone wrong?My hands shook as my memory drifted back to that night. The disbelief and anger I had felt as she repeatedly yelled the words.“The child she’s pregnant with, is not yours!”My of

Lyla's POV:The world outside might have seen me as Lyla Rivera, the rightful heir to the most powerful Alpha lineage, but inside, I felt like an imposter in my own life. It wasn’t just the lies or the betrayal that haunted me—it was the aching loneliness of never truly belonging.My earliest memories were of warmth and love, the kind of love that didn’t come with conditions or expectations. My mother’s gentle hands brushing through my hair, my father’s laughter filling our small but cozy home—those were my treasures. I had no idea back then that the family I adored wasn’t mine by blood. To me, they were everything, and I was everything to them. I didn’t care that we lived modestly or that our resources were limited. My father’s royal guard uniform might have been patched and worn, but to me, he was the strongest man alive. And my mother, though a palace maid, carried herself with a grace that made her seem like royalty in my eyes.Then, the accident happened. One moment, I had paren

Lyla's POV: ** Three Months Later**Three months ago, I was saved by an old friend, Justin Frost. We grew up together in the village with my late parents. He was our neighbor's son, a timid boy who was often bullied for liking things others deemed "girly." I was his shield, his protector. I fought the street kids to defend him, even when I came home bruised and scolded for my troubles. The last time I saw Justin was the day before I was sent to the orphanage after my parents' death. I can still remember his tear-streaked face as he begged his parents to adopt me. They couldn’t, though—too poor to afford another mouth to feed.When I asked Justin why he never reached out to me all these years, he shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I’ve always known where you were.” He said. “I watched you rise, from your marriage to Lucian to becoming the High Luna of Lucina’s Kingdom. But… I didn’t think I had the right to interfere.”How foolish.The mention of Lucian’s name

Chapter EightDamien's POV:I blinked, caught off guard for the second time in minutes. “Work for me?” I repeated. “That’s the best lie you can come up with?”“It’s not a lie!” She snapped, her eyes flashing with determination. “I came here because I know you’re the only one who can give me what I want.”I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, my gaze boring into hers. “And what exactly is it that you want?”She hesitated again, glancing at the floor before meeting my gaze. “Power.” She said quietly, but her voice didn’t waver this time. “I want power. And I know you can give it to me.”A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “You want power, so you break into my territory? Do you even realize how close you are to being torn apart by my men?”“I knew it was a risk.” She admitted, lifting her chin slightly. “But I’ve heard the stories. About you, about your rise, about your… methods. If anyone understands the cost of power, it’s you.”Her words piqued my interest, but I wasn’t about t

Chapter TenLyla's POV:Diego nodded, and my grip on the gun faltered for a moment. The silence that followed was filled only with Diego's labored breathing and the slow drip of blood onto the floor. My thoughts swirled.Alpha Donovan. My father. Was a man obsessed with power. He had spent his entire life scheming, clawing, and grasping for control, but no matter what he did, it was never enough.He thought marrying me off to Lucian would solidify his status, that binding me to the Lycan King would grant him the influence he craved. But even then, he failed. Lucian never cared about him or his ambitions. I was just another pawn in their game.And now? Now Marielle was pregnant with Lucian’s child, his so-called favorite daughter fulfilling the very dream my father had once pinned on me. Yet it seemed even that wasn’t enough for him.Pathetic.It wasn’t a surprise that he’d stooped to aligning himself with Matteo, who thought he could take Lucian down and carve out his own empire. Tha