All Chapters of Four times Rejected, Claimed by Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I didn’t know who the hell these men were or what they wanted from me but I did what any scared wolf would do—I ran.Not far though.Because by the time I took the other route through the side alley, they were already there.Standing and waiting like they knew every move I was going to make before I even made it.Panic overwhelmed my entire body that I trembled with my breath caught up, my feet moved some steps backwards as I stared at them and tried to surpress the fear crawling like a sickness under my skin.“Who the hell are you?” I demanded, backing up slowly. “What do you want?”They didn’t say a word but remained silent and expressionless under those dark masks and the next thing, they moved fast like a flash.One grabbed me from behind and another snatched at the camera in my hand. It slipped from my fingers and hit the ground with a loud crack, my scream echoing through the quiet street.“NO! The camera!” I shouted, twisting in their grip. “Take the damn camera, not me!”But

Damien's Pov I sat there in the meeting room, tapping my foot against the polished floor with my jaw clenched so tight that it hurt. The conference room was too bright, loud and filled with voices that meant nothing to me. My mind was a thousand miles away and it was only about Serena. Where the hell was she? She should’ve checked in by now since she left or she should’ve sent something, a signal or anything at all to be sure she's fine.The longer I sat there, the deeper the unease gnawed at my gut. "Damien, you're unusually quiet," one of the Pakhans said, trying to pull my attention back and I glanced up, offering him a stare cold enough to freeze fire. My father who was now stable cleared his throat at the head of the table. His presence was stronger now as he no longer looked like death crawled into his stomach but his eyes still burned with bitterness at my decision and at my mate which I didn't give a damn about. He leaned forward with his voice cutting through t

Serena's Pov The moment I entered the room, I froze at the sight before me, my body refused to move and my mind screamed at me to run and throw myself into his arms and tell him everything. But I couldn’t even breathe properly when his entire body was covered in blood, his knuckles were dripping red and his chest heaving with the rage he hadn't fully shaken off yet. He insisted on knowing about everything and I couldn't close my big mouth, I told him about everything that happened and his eyes blazed with a fury that made him look like a demon sent straight from hell. A demon who would burn the whole world down for me. “I'm so sorry Serena, I won't let you get hurt again.” He grabbed my face roughly, tilting my head up so he could see every broken emotion in my eyes and crashed his lips down on mine in a kiss that was wild and desperate, all teeth and tongue and agony. He kissed me like he was drowning and I was the only air he needed to survive. “Are you hurt?” he rasped a

Serena I couldn’t breathe at all.The weight of his words to Ivy played on repeat in my head like a broken, cursed record. “Wear something nice.” My heart cracked again. No matter how I tried to push it away, that sentence kept clawing at me. Was that what he said to me the first time he wanted me? Was that all I was to him? A pretty object to show off? A fucking costume to undress at night and forget by morning?My wolf growled deep inside me. She was seething, pacing in fury. Ivy? That traitorous she-wolf? That plastic, wide-smiled seductress who once watched me get whipped and laughed?My claws almost pushed through my skin as I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out.I shot up from the bed, not even caring that I was wearing nothing but one of his oversized black shirts that barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. No slippers. My bare feet hit the cold marble like a damn storm. Let them stare, Let them see the supposed "Luna" of the most feared Alpha in the werewolf world march thr

Serena’s Pov My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Damien interact with the maids. The easy smile on his face, the way he laughed at their jokes, the casual touches—it all seemed so genuine that for a moment, I questioned whether I had misunderstood his intentions.“I meant behaviours for the benefit of this pack, don't worry please eat up.” He smiled but it was the fakest thing I've ever noticed"More wine, Alpha?" one of the maids simpered, leaning forward to give him a better view of her cleavage."Thank you, Lily," Damien replied smoothly, holding out his glass. His eyes flickered to mine briefly, and I caught a hint of something mischievous beneath his charming facade.When he caught me staring, his lips curved into a knowing smirk. I quickly looked away as heat rushed to my cheeks. This whole situation was making me uneasy. One minute he was declaring me as his mate, and the next he was flirting with the maids who had tormented me for months.What game is he playing? I wond