บททั้งหมดของ Four times Rejected, Claimed by Mafia Stepbrother : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Serena's Pov Cont…“What have you done to my son?!”Vivian’s voice slapped the air harder than her palm did my cheek. My face stung, but my pride burned hotter. I stood there frozen for a second, then something deep in my bones cracked. The kind of crack that doesn’t break you—it frees you.I met her eyes, loud and unflinching. “Don’t you ever lay your hands on me again.”She scoffed. “You turned Damien against his own mother! And now you’re standing here, about to marry your own stepbrother. Have you no shame?!”I flared. “Don’t twist this to fit your delusions, Vivian. Damien was never my brother. I didn’t even know he existed until I came here. So, whatever fantasy of a family you created in your little head doesn’t apply to me.”“You ungrateful brat!” she shrieked, hand raised again.“Touch me,” I dared her, “and I swear, I’ll call the guards and have you dragged out of here like the disgrace you are. I’m not that scared little girl you used to slap around. Try me.”The air thicke

Serena’s Pov The dungeon smelled like old blood and a crushed pride. I could still hear their laughter echoing behind me even as I pressed my back against the cold wall, trying to hide the sting of their words. “Look at her,” one of the girls sneered, her voice soaked in cruel amusement. “The audacity of thinking she could seduce the Mafia King.” Another chimed in, “Just because you’re mated to him doesn’t make you special, sweetheart. Damien is a beast and beasts don’t fall in love—they devour. This should be one of your lessons for daring, only a strong woman like him should marry him” Their cackles bounced off the stone walls, slicing through the little strength I had left and I didn’t fight back. Not this time, I feel defeated and cursed as usual. Maybe my stepmother and sisters were right about being cursed, that nothing good comes my way. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and kept my voice steady even if my insides trembled as their voices continue to haunt my head

SERENA'S POVIvy’s outburst stunned me more than I could admit. It wasn’t the first time she scolded me or talked down at me like I was some stray dog let loose into their purebred kingdom, but this time… it was different. There was venom in her voice, Like she wanted to watch me squirm and bleed all because I carried half of the Mafia Alpha’s power, all because Damien and I were mated, because I was a stripper-turned-mate, an Omega with too much fire in her blood.To them, I was a stain.A filthy human who dared to touch something sacred. Damien.My legs refused to move when I saw him again—Damien. Standing like a dark god among suits and power, his jaw clenched like he’d just walked out of a war. My wolf nearly tore through my skin the second our eyes locked. Her howl roared inside me, echoing in the cage of my ribs and my fingers twitched, aching to touch him. My lips trembled, craving his taste. I missed him so much it felt like I was suffocating.I didn’t even know you could m

Damien’s Point of ViewThe clatter of forks against porcelain plates was the only sound echoing through the long, marbled dining hall. It reminded me that even in a room full of powerful men, I was still fucking powerless.I didn’t touch my food because I couldn’t. I was cranky in thoughts of what to do when Serena stood behind me a few minutes ago, her head bowed like a criminal and serving meals to wolves who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air she did.My fists clenched beneath the table and they all saw it. The humiliation I was facing, I can't believe my own father was turning her into a personal servant, my supposed “mate” turned into a fucking server in front of the very investors who once feared my name.And what did I do?Nothing.I sat there like a coward vecause I had to.Because the Pack laws were designed to keep even Alphas like me under leash when it came to family politics.I could smell the smugness from my stepsisters as they elegantly chewed and sipped their wine

Damien's Pov I didn’t say a word as I carried Serena in my arms as her weight barely registered against the thudding war in my chest. I didn’t care about the stares, the whispers, or the accusations they threw at every corner about her. I didn’t even look back at the guards who’d just asked if they should execute my mate. Execute her. For what? Serving a plate she didn’t prepare?I was tired of everything. There's a lot to do but I'm Bone deep in this because this concerns my mate, a mate I contracted and got so deep into that rejecting her was a cursed word I never Intended to use.The last time I felt this helpless, I was eight years old, standing outside a bakery during the Full moon season and waiting for a woman who promised she'd return. She was my mother, my birth mother who had left me near a bin once when I was a baby as my dad had told me, she came back like a ghost when I was eight, and then left again. I’d run after her that day, barefoot on gravel, crying out in a voice