All Chapters of Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AlessandroChiara was beginning to show signs of bonding.They were not as noticeable as they would be in a she-wolf, but present.She was unconsciously moving closer to me, looking for my scent, and always looking at me.Unlike her usual hateful routine, something in her had changed about her attitude towards me. Maybe because I had hunted her, but I was sure it was something else.The fact that Gregory slept with Chiara every night had facilitated the closeness and the activation of the mate bond. Even if she resisted, one way or another she would want to be close to me, and I had been surprised by the fact that she hadn't gone crazy with my absence.She missed my absence; remember our mate worships the beast and hates the man, Gregory said firmly.I ignored my wolf and concentrated on the way Chiara parked the car.She was good at driving, so much so that I was surprised.“Who taught you to drive?” I asked Chiara, and she smiled.I knew she admired Formula 1, but it was one thing t

ChiaraWhen the whole week passed, I had to keep returning the clothes that disappeared from Alessandro's closet, or they would notice my thefts. It was impossible for me not to look for more as his scent was diminishing, and I, hungry for more, couldn't settle for just one item.I basically assembled a pillow that I could hug in the wolf's absence.The fact that Alessandro had decided to draw boundaries not only upset me but also hit me in an uncommon way: sadness.There was a mixture of feelings in my body; it was something normal and very logical due to the situation I was in. However, sadness had not yet made its presence at that moment, and the fact that the wolf was absent made me sick.I couldn't get out of bed. I was trying, but I had no energy, and my skin started to dry out because of this. My sugar intake went to nothing, to the point where Loreta noticed.“What has happened between you?” she asked on the eighth day of Alessandro's absence, fed up with seeing me in the same

Alessandro“What the hell was that?” asked Nicola as I approached him and watched Miller like a hawk.He was a troubled billionaire who laundered money for various mafias except mine. He wanted me to put my money through his companies, but I was too smart a man to realize how much trouble that could mean.I would manage the money myself rather than some foolish thief.I don't like that scum around Chiara, Gregory said with annoyance.And as if fate fulfilled the will of my beast, Miller walked away.The man couldn't dance with Chiara for half a minute; he left her alone on the dance floor, and that made Luca approach her. My wolf growled happily, and I smiled.I stayed calm and let the brothers dance to see if that would settle their differences.The only one who had really shown the will to protect his sister had been Luca, and for that alone I was giving him the benefit of the doubt.“Alessandro, that threat to Miller was unnecessary; the man just wanted to be the fool who dares to

Chiara“Damn it,” I whispered through the throbbing headache I had.It felt like someone had hit me several times with a hammer on my forehead.My eyes were hard to open, my body was heavy, and my tongue was parched.The last thing I remembered from the terrible night I had had was drinking whiskey with Alessandro by the pool. That idea felt unnatural, but after my father had beaten me, I understood exactly why I would accept a drink from the devil.Shit, I thought, horrified at the stupid things I might have said.I didn't control my tongue with alcohol in my system.I avoided drinking anywhere because it made me unbearable. I could say anything; it was like my tongue took on a life of its own and couldn't keep up with my brain.It was horrible.Someone knocked on the door, and I threw the quilt over me.Anyway, the person came in, and I knew immediately who it was.“You must be feeling pretty bad,” Alessandro said. “I brought you something for your headache and some soup to help wit

ChiaraI tried to distract myself with a horror series.It was a completely failed mission because I was too restless for my own good.A visceral part of me needed Alessandro's scent at all costs; it was like a drug I couldn't get enough of, and I didn't understand where this irrational need was coming from.“This is crazy,” I whispered as I tried to calm down.The truth: it was painful to be without Alessandro's scent.It was as if my nose was unable to function properly. I couldn't be that far away from Alessandro for that long, and I didn't know if it was Stockholm syndrome or something to do with his wolf. Either option was too bad because it represented a connection I did not intend to have with Alessandro.Inescapably, I saw it as having chains on me.However, after that kiss he and I gave each other, it was obvious that we didn't just feel attraction; there was something else that I was afraid to admit. And that was dangerous to my heart. I could stand many things, but in my m