NORA: THE MAFIA QUEEN; THE ALPHA'S MATE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Nora’s POV I drove straight to Liam’s apartment, my fingers trembling as I repeatedly dialed his line, hoping he would pick but he didn’t. Fear of what he might do to himself, how disdainful he would be feeling due to the truth he had learnt gripped me. “What if this changes everything between us? What if he decides not to see me again? What if this breaks him completely?” those what-ifs enveloped my mind as I drove, with fear of uncertainty gripping my heart and glistening in my eyes. Eventually I got to his apartment, but he was nowhere to be found. I knocked desperately on his door repeatedly, hoping he would come out to me, but he didn’t. I peeped into his living room through the front window, hoping I would catch a glimpse of him but everywhere was claimed by darkness. It was then it hit me – that he wasn’t at home. I would have gone in, but I wasn’t with my spare key. “Where could he have gone? Why is he not home? Is he in danger? Did he...... hurt himself?” I thought, t

Nora’s POV I spent that day at Liam’s place, taking my time to explain to him my journey from childhood to adulthood. I also made sure to switch off my phone so as to prevent my father's men from tracking me to Liam's abode. “You really passed through all this? You saw your mother die right in front of you? That must have been so hard on you” Liam, who was lying on the bed with my head rested on his chest whispered, his voice laced with sorrow and disbelief. “Yes, It .... really was. It was really hard on me that most of the times, I wanted to cry and make my sadness known, but I never had the chance to. My father saw tears, love and fear as weaknesses and I wasn't allowed to neither feel nor express any of those". "Living with my father as a child was ....... really terrifying that I had wished I died alongside my mother that night. I went to bed each night, praying that I shouldn't live to see the next day but God never listened to my prayers. Maybe because ..... I have so much

Nora’s POV His eyes widened in shock- just for a second. He was intently staring at me as if he was trying to figure out what the hell had come over me and my gaze never wavered. I was defiantly staring right back at him, as if daring him to say a word if he had the nerve– something I had never done before. Not even when my mother was on the verge of death. He hadn’t expected that – I mean none of the people present had expected such a response from me. Every one of them was stunned into still silence – injured Alaric wasn’t left behind. But just as quickly as it came, my father’s astonishment vanished. He cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders and put on the dreadful mask he had always worn his entire life. I had expected him to lash out at me or even worse, hit me like he had always done, but he did neither of those. He turned away from me, facing his soldiers. “Take him to his room and tell Vannessa to come over” he instructed coldly, before walking away as

Nora’s POV That morning, he had called for me and as usual, I headed to his study room knowing fully well why he had called – another mission awaited me. But I noticed something strange as soon as I entered the room. His soldiers were always around him wherever he was, but that day, they were all out of sight. It was just the two of us – two sworn enemies who lived under the same roof, waiting for the perfect time to strike each other. Immediately, I sensed something was wrong. “He never dismissed his shadows – they were always around him like loyal dogs. But why today? What could he be up to?” I ruminated, scrutinizing him with my eyes, trying to see if I could figure anything out. “Come over here and have your seat” Dad’s voice interrupted my thought, momentarily pulling me out of my doubt. I made my way to where he was seated and sat on the chair opposite him. “You have a new mission, but since you have established the rule of you knowing why your victims must die before

Nora’s POV “Who is dying this time around?” I pondered, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Just then, my mind trailed to Liam. “Liam” I muttered underneath my breath, my breath hitched in my throat as I ravaged through my bag and got a hold of my phone. With fear of the unknown gripping my heart tightly, I dialed Liam’s line, wanting to ensure he was fine, but he didn't pick. I called him repeatedly, but he still didn't pick up and that got me more terrified. Realizing he might be the one being held captive in the Judgement room, I dropped my bag and took to my heels - running to the execution room as if my life depended on it. I immediately forgot the pain I was feeling and all that was on my mind at that moment was to ensure Liam was okay. I was terrified at the thought that he might be in there. “What if he has been shot dead before I get there?” This thought crossed my mind and I increased my pace, not minding the pain I was feeling in my lower abdomen. Just a few steps aw