บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s Reject: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I couldn’t stay here any longer. I felt like I was in hell,my body ached. This place was making me sick...draining the life out of me I could feel it.The walls of the Moretti mansion were closing in on me, suffocating, crushing me beneath the weight of my captivity. Every gilded frame, every marble surface, every echo of my own footsteps felt like a reminder that I was trapped. It had been days—weeks—since I stepped foot outside without being watched, followed, or controlled. I wasn’t his prisoner. But it sure as hell felt like I was. No contact with Anna. No phone. No freedom. I was going crazy ...how could I just trust him with my sisters life? What if he had killed her and dumped her poor body in a ditch somewhere. I needed to know if she was okay and my father. I had to leave this place.I had never been the type to sit around and wait for things to happen. If I wanted something, I went after it. And right now, I wanted out. The mansion was quiet, the hour late. The gua

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere but locked away in my luxurious cage, waiting for the day Alaric decided I was no longer useful. But patience had never been my strength. After hearing that conversation between him and Emma, something inside me snapped. I had been holding onto some ridiculous hope that maybe—just maybe—this situation wasn’t as bad as it seemed. That maybe I wasn’t just a tool in whatever game Alaric was playing. But now I knew the truth. After I had done my job, I would be gone. And the worst part? It hurt. It shouldn’t have. I barely knew the man. But something about the way he spoke about me—like I was a transaction, an asset, a problem to be erased—sent a deep, bitter ache through my chest. I wasn’t about to sit around and wait for my fate to be decided. If I was going to get out of here, I needed leverage. And Alaric’s office was the best place to find it. The house was quieter now, most of the staff

The night was thick with silence, but my mind refused to rest. Sleep didn’t come easy in this house, not when I knew I was living under the same roof as a man who saw me as nothing more than an asset. And certainly not when his sickly, manipulative ex-girlfriend was working overtime to make me look like a villain. Emma. I hated that I still had to donate blood for her. The thought of it made my skin crawl. I could still feel the pinch of the needle from earlier today, the way the nurse had drawn vial after vial of my blood to sustain her fragile little life. It wasn’t fair. But nothing about my situation was. I turned onto my side, staring at the ceiling, my body exhausted but my mind too restless to shut down. Then— Gunshots. Loud. Sharp. I bolted upright, my heart slamming against my ribs. Another shot. Then another. What the hell? A howl split through the air, deep and unearthly, vibrating through the very walls of the house. I shoved the blankets off, my fe

I had been locked in my room for an entire day. Like a prisoner, I was locked inside. What had I gotten myself into?The hours crawled by in suffocating silence, broken only by my own frantic thoughts. I had tried everything—banging on the door, screaming for help, even throwing a glass against the wall in frustration. Nothing. No one came. Alaric had just left me here. I wasn’t sure if it was to keep me safe or to keep me from running. Maybe both. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what I’d seen. The gunshots. The growling. The monsters. Alaric ripping a man’s heart out with his bare hands. Then his eyes… glowing in the dark. A werewolf. I wanted to laugh, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blood, the bodies. I pressed my hands against my temples, trying to force my mind to make sense of this nightmare. There had to be an explanation—a real one. Maybe I had lost my mind. Maybe they had drugged me. That made more sense than— The lock clicked. I shot up from

I could feel the weight of the mansion pressing down on me. The walls, cold and uninviting, seemed to close in as I paced back and forth in my room. Every part of my body ached with the tension of being trapped. I had no idea what to do anymore. The plan to escape had failed, and now, I was stuck here, forced to live in this twisted nightmare where Alaric was my mate and Emma, his fiancée, wanted to tear me apart.The truth had been hard to swallow. Alaric was a werewolf. No, not just any werewolf. He was the Alpha—the leader of the Bloodhound pack, a pack so feared that it was spoken about in whispers. And I, somehow, was his mate. I had no idea how this had happened, or why, but the bond was undeniable. Every time he looked at me, every time he was near me, I felt it—the pull, the electricity that coursed through me. And yet, I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to be a part of this world, this violent world where blood was spilled as easily as breath.But it wasn’t just the pack that te