All Chapters of Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ChiaraLorenzo's face contorted into a mask of pure terror as he watched the Middle Eastern wolves obey me. The other wolves guarding the Alpha were shocked at me, and it disturbed him. The realization of my true power hit him with the force of lightning.There was no control. There was no submission. Just a force he could not master."No!" he cried, his voice charged with panic. He turned, trying to flee, the image of the calculating hood crumbling before my eyes.But my she-wolf, now fully awake and filled with a righteous fury, wouldn't let him. With a speed that surprised him, I lunged toward him. My hands closed on his arm with a force that stopped him in his tracks. He struggled, his eyes full of fear, but I held him steady, my grip unyielding."You're not going anywhere!" I shouted, my voice echoing with the authority of the White Moon. My eyes, now a bright electric blue, drilled him. "This ends here, you who dared to torture my grandfather, to murder my mother, to hurt Lorett

AlessandroMy wolf's primal roar faded at the sight of Dante's limp body, a grotesque, silent mass in the clearing. Adrenaline still coursed through my veins, but the fury, though latent, was beginning to give way to a crushing relief.Nicola, my dark and loyal wolf, approached, her eyes fixed on the fallen monster.However, there was no time for celebration.It was in that moment of relative calm that we noticed: The Middle Eastern wolves were gone. Not a single trace of them or their wounded Alpha.They had disappeared into the forest as silently as they had come, vanishing in the confusion of battle. A mystery, no doubt, but now, completely irrelevant.My priority was only one.I approached Chiara, my Luna, my reason. Her face was pale, her eyes still scarred with horror, but alive. I extended my neck, rubbing my head against hers, a gesture of relief and protection. She clung to my fur, her body trembling, but her hands were steady. Ltook her gently between my jaws, lifting her a

ChiaraThe chaos of battle raged around us, but my eyes saw only one person: Lorenzo, my cursed father. He was the one responsible for destroying my family, torturing Loreta, and bringing this war into my home.His presence, so close, ignited a flame of vengeance and rage within me that threatened to consume me. My instinct, the instinct of the White Luna, no longer asked me just to survive; it demanded justice.He was mine.Alessandro roared in the distance, already immersed in the fray.I could not wait for him.I didn’t want to wait.With my renewed power flowing through my veins, I threw myself into the heart of the battle.The wolves of the Middle East, those who obeyed my orders, responded to my presence. There was a path I had to clear. A group of enemy wolves, fierce and hungry for combat, pounced on me.I did not hesitate to attack.My body moved with an agility I hadn’t felt in days. My claws, now sharper from adrenaline, extended. I fought with several wolves, my human form

ChiaraThe horror on Lorenzo's face at the sight of his fallen ally and the unleashed fury of Alessandro was a sight he would treasure forever. However, the old manipulator pulled himself together with frightening speed.Fear gave way to cool determination, and his eyes fixed on an escape route.He would not give in so easily.He tried to walk away, a coward who always fled when the going got tough. But it wasn't so easy anymore. My power was absolute. I looked at the Middle Eastern wolves around us, the ones who had witnessed Alessandro's brutality.They were tense, waiting for my next command."Surround Lorenzo!" I ordered, my White Moon voice echoing with unwavering clarity. "Nobody let him escape!"The wolves, still under the effects of my command, responded without hesitation. Their bodies moved with perfect synchronization, closing ranks around Lorenzo, blocking every possible escape route. The circle tightened, and my father, the capo who had controlled so many destinies, found

AlessandroThe days following the battle were a silent torment.The mansion, which should have been filled with the joy of victory, felt heavy with a dreary stillness. I was in a constant state of anguish for Chiara. She was depressed, not only because of the physical wounds, which my Alpha healing could not fully resolve, but because of the invisible ones, the ones lodged in her soul.Her eyes, once full of life and determination, were now dull, veiled by a deep sadness. She moved slowly, barely ate, and the laughter that once delighted us was completely gone.The weight of having killed her father, as much of a monster as Lorenzo was, was consuming her in a disastrous way.I felt useless, my Alpha instinct screaming to protect her and to heal her, and not knowing how. I wanted to hug her endlessly, whisper comfort to her, and reassure her that all was well, but I knew my presence was overwhelming her.It was then that Valeria and Luca approached me with their serious faces, understa