All Chapters of Four times Rejected, Claimed by Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Serena's Pov “I'll be back Damien, please just a moment with–”“I don't bloody care, don't fucking leave that door with Vincent!” He roared at me like a mad animal and my heart twisted, could he not think of it that way. I needed to talk to Vincent too, I need to confirm and set things right not to cause any misunderstanding and seeing that he was blind to all of that, I held Vincent's hand and walked outside l.The moment we stepped outside the mansion, Vincent grabbed my arm and shoved me against the rough stone wall. His eyes glowed amber as his wolf pushed to the surface, teeth elongating as he snarled in my face."What the fuck are you doing staying with Damien when we clearly had an agreement?" he growled, his breath hot on my face.I pushed back against his chest, refusing to be intimidated by his silky tantrums and fake concerns.. "It wasn't an agreement, Vincent. I was forced to say those things because of the situation and you freaking know that."His laugh was cold and hol

Damien's Pov We had barely reached the warehouse when the wind carried the smell of smoke long before we saw the flames.Something felt off even before I left and I hated it. That eerie, cold twist in my gut. It wasn’t even about the fire. It wasn’t the silence on the line when I tried to call Serena for the fourth damn time. It was like my soul was pulling me in the opposite direction. I clenched my jaw, scanning the road as we drove. My wolf was restless, pacing under my skin, whispering her name like it was the only word left in the universe.I suddenly pulled the brakes hard.“Zayn,” I muttered, gripping the wheel tightly. “You need to go back.”Zayn’s brows pulled together. “We’re almost there, Damien. Don’t start.”“I’m serious. Go back.”“Why? So you can walk into hell alone? No.” He crossed his arms with his jaw firm.“Zayn—”“No,” he snapped. “This attack is mine too. You keep pushing me back like I’m some damn coward. I’m your Beta, not your bodyguard.”I slammed the door o

Serena's Pov The silence in the car was thicker than smoke. Damien sat beside me, blood dried around his temple, his suit ruined, but somehow… he still looked like sin dressed in Armani.I could feel his power pulsing through me.It wasn’t just adrenaline or rage. It was real, Raw and alive. My body hummed with it, like a second heartbeat that wasn’t mine. And every time I looked at him, I could feel his pain, his fear and his obsession with protecting me, even when I didn’t ask for it.“You’re quiet,” he muttered, glancing over at me as the SUV sped down the road, leaving the burning warehouse behind us.“I just kicked a grown man off a rooftop,” I whispered, staring out the window. “I don’t think there’s a manual for this.”Damien chuckled under his breath, but it wasn’t playful, it was dark. “He deserved worse.”I turned to him slowly. “So this is what it feels like… being one of you.”“You’re not just one of us,” he said, eyes locking with mine. “You’re mine.”There was something

Serena’s POVI was so confused and scared, this man hates my guys and Part of me wondered if he was going to accuse me of another scandal, maybe threaten to throw me in the dungeon again for being too mouthy or too stubborn or too… me.I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time a powerful man tried to silence me.Especially not in this damn Pack.I was already hanging on by a thread in this household, being a stripper-turned-mate was scandal enough. That alone had already made half the Pack elders sharpen their knives behind my back.But this moment alone with Magnus, in a hallway echoing with old secrets—it felt like something else entirely.Something colder.“I want food,” Magnus said suddenly, voice low but firm, like it was an order carved in stone.I blinked. “Excuse me?”He didn’t even flinch. “I said I want food, Serena, Prepared by you.”I was almost sure I misheard.“Would you like me to get the maids to maybe prepare it?”“No.” It was one word, that was sharp and final which made

Damien's Pov It was official because everyone suddenly wanted me dead and they weren’t even hiding it anymore, those greedy, wrinkled old wolves sitting in their damn Elder Council chambers whispering about betrayal and tradition like their bones hadn’t already expired centuries ago. I saw the shift in their eyes, the way their loyalty wavered like candles in a storm.I didn’t trust a single fucking soul anymore.Except two.Zayn, my Beta and Serena.Yeah, my Omega firecracker. The girl who walked into my life with stilettos and secrets and somehow ended up carrying half of my damn power like she was born to wield it. The mate I didn’t ask for… but now the only thing keeping me from tearing this entire coast apart.I was on the edge of war, and I needed blood.I’d just stepped out of the boxing ring when the scent of burning rubber and cheap cologne wafted through the hallway. I turned with my eyebrows raised.Speak of the devils.“Sup, Alpha Mafia,” Tyler grinned, sauntering in with