All Chapters of Four times Rejected, Claimed by Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Serena's POVIf there was anyone more disappointed to see Damien’s mother inside this mansion, it wasn’t Damien….it was me.Not that I showed it. He was already doing a damn good job letting her know just how unwanted she was. His tone, his glare, the way his jaw tightened like he was holding back a storm.... everything screamed rage and disgust. But me? I stayed quiet and observant. I was careful too because if I opened my mouth, I might’ve just added more fuel to the already blazing fire.I was walking down the hallway, my shoes echoing softly against the marble floor when I felt his presence before I saw him. Damien stepped out of the corridor like a shadow sliding into place, his shirt rolled up, revealing those forearms that could convince any woman to sin. But this wasn’t about lust now.He noticed the tension in my shoulders before I could say a word.“You look like you just ran into a ghost,” he said, eyes scanning my face.I huffed, giving him a sidelong glance. “I ran into

Damien’s POV“I told you,” I growled through clenched teeth, my voice as cold as ice, “my mate isn’t attending that damn Dance Festival no matter how talented she is and that's a fucking end of discussion.”Lilith just stared at me, that sickly sweet smirk curving her lips like she already won. . “You have to make her go, Damien,” she said calmly, like she wasn’t about to set my whole world on fire. “Whether you like it or not, she must be there.”I paused at that tone in her voice… The demand. The way she said it with so much conviction that my instincts flared and my wolf shifted inside me like he could smell something I hadn’t yet. My chest tightened and a slow, cold shiver crept down my spine.“What game are you playing at?” I hissed, stepping forward. “You think you can waltz back into my life with your cryptic threats? You think I won’t end you?”She took a step closer, and I didn’t move. Her gaze dropped to my bare chest, then lower. I caught her scent again—rotten magic and I

Serena’s POVI woke up to light seeping through the tall windows, yet everything inside me felt… dim, Heavy and Sad.There was no exact reason and nothing I could point to and scream “this”—but it was there, pressing down on my chest like a second skin I couldn't peel off.And yet, I moved, breathed and got dressed getting ready for a mini chaos that might happen because despite the heartache and confusion brewing inside me, Alpha Magnus asked for me again.I didn’t want to feel something flutter in my chest when I heard it. But I did because tell me why a man who wanted me dead was now acting nice by requesting for my presence and acting like a good father in law. I walked through the corridors barefoot with my hair loose, my hands brushing against the cool stone as I moved silently like a ghost..My mother's presence was like smoke under a locked door, unwelcome and unavoidable. I knew she hadn’t come here just to “check on me.” She was up to something. She always was but I wouldn’

Damien’s POVFrom the moment I stepped foot into the Blue Blood Pack’s territory, my wolf hadn’t stopped pacing.Something was wrong.Very wrong.Lilith had insisted—no, forced—me to convince Serena to perform tonight. She played it off like some grand gesture to improve pack relations. “It would be a good look,” she’d said. “Let them see your Luna’s strength and her grace. Make them respect her for once in her pathetic life.”Bullshit.Lilith never did anything without a plan curled behind her lips like smoke behind mirrors. And the minute Serena agreed to perform, my gut coiled so tightly I could barely breathe.I told myself I’d stay close and sharp. I wasn’t here to play dress-up or enjoy the celebration.I was here to guard what was mine.People flocked toward me the moment I arrived. Warriors, Alphas, dignitaries. A few even offered me the front row seat, center of attention. But I waved them off. I didn’t care about politics. I needed my eyes on the stage. On her alone.And sh

Serena's Pov I looked like a rat cornered in a den of lions. Every breath I took was laced with fear, every step a prayer I didn’t know how to form. Weak, trembling, hollow—but I didn’t let the terror consume me. I couldn’t when the man I loved more than life itself was hanging by a thread, possibly without his wolf, possibly dying. Damien. very devil I once betrayed. Vincent.His cold eyes never wavered, not for a second. I could feel his rage simmering just beneath the surface, and I knew that one wrong word from me would ignite a firestorm I wasn’t sure I’d survive.“I’ll do anything,” I said quietly, voice shaking like a dry leaf in winter. “Just don’t let Damien die. Please. I don’t care what you ask of me—just… as long as it doesn’t involve me or him dying, I’ll do it.”There was a deadly pause. Then a mocking chuckle. Vincent’s palm shot across my face with a force so brutal I staggered back into the cold, stone wall. My vision blurred with tears and pain.“Anything?” Vincent