Semua Bab Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Bab 71 - Bab 80

ChiaraMy heat was aroused after the bonding.How the hell did Alessandro know what was going to happen? I didn't, but it was a relief for me to be isolated while it was happening. It turned out to be extremely tiring stuff, but the days of passion we had were worth it.When we finally got back to normal, Alessandro looked at me seriously.“We have to take you to the herd doctor,” he said, and I frowned. “It's possible your birth control isn't working.”“Shit,” I said fearfully.“Relax, the situation is going to be fine,” he said, and I frowned. "I know having kids right now isn't the best thing, but we're going to be fine. The herd doctor is good."“Isn't that the same doctor who treated me?” I asked with a frown.“No, it's several doctors,” Alessandro said. “This doctor is in here; he prefers to live in the forest, not outside.”That surprised me.“Okay, let's do what we have to do,” I said, and Alessandro smiled and kissed me.I loved him more than anything in the world; the man wa

AlessandroThings had taken a turn I didn't see coming.The fact that rogues or vicious packs were facing us changed everything. Fighting wolves was a hundred times worse than fighting mobs with guns; wolves were powerful and primitive, and the confrontations were not with guns; they were with powers that could alter everything.Investigating who had allied with Dante and Lorenzo would be difficult.Many packs that were close, leaving no trace of themselves, were careful to become invisible to everyone, avoiding even interactions with the outside world so that the pack's reserve would not be affected.I was doing it myself, but I had the mob system as a defense.So I waited patiently as I watched my mate greet Luca.Whatever mates bond did with him helped him get up; he was fine, happy, and interacting with a baby that would be part of his family. He didn't understand exactly what was going on, but he knew he was a smart guy who would put the pieces of the puzzle together.“Can you le

ChiaraA whole week passed, and Valeria and Nicola surprised us with their wedding.They decided to do something extremely small and asked Alessandro for the mansion for it. My mate didn't refuse and ordered Loreta to make everything suitable for what Valeria wanted. That made me happy; after all, we had learned that in the midst of war we needed happiness.The packs that were at Dante Russo's disposal had not attacked, but there were raids by many rogues that Alessandro, together with Nicola and Paolo, had to stop. The rogues knew nothing; they only wanted to enter to verify the safety of the pack, which said a lot about the information provided to them by Genova's son.The man hadn't said a word about it; Alessandro and Nicola questioned him in several possible ways, but he wouldn't budge. It was a complicated situation, but it was something that could happen.The only important news we had was that an unknown group had killed Amos. The man had ended up shot twice in the head under

ChiaraThe days dragged by, fuzzy and colorless, like the heavy curtains that kept my room in constant gloom. Since the box had arrived, since I had seen what was inside, the outside world had lost its luster.I felt lost and guilty.The distant laughter, the birdsong, even the jasmine scent of the mansion's gardens, all seemed a distant, unreachable echo. Depression was a thick veil that covered me, drowned me, and anchored me to the bed with an invisible but unbreakable force.I hardly ate, hardly spoke.The image of my grandfather's head, stripped of his dignity, kept repeating itself over and over in my mind, a cruel loop that robbed me of sleep and peace.Alessandro was a constant presence.He was patient and painfully tender.He would sit beside me for hours, just holding my hand, sometimes stroking my hair. He would whisper promises of revenge, of justice, but his words felt empty in the black hole that had formed in my chest.My mate would bring me food I didn't taste and talk

ChiaraThe morning sun was already warming the mansion's gardens, but inside the gym, the air conditioning hummed softly, providing respite. The day after Lorenzo's vision, I decided I could not afford the luxury of inactivity.The pain for my grandfather was still there, a constant echo, but the determination to find Lorenzo Moretti burned brighter. And, for that, I needed to be ready.Luca was already there when I arrived, lifting weights with astonishing ease. Watching him train after being badly injured filled me with calm. He was already well and that was what mattered.A smile came across my face, something I hadn't felt for days."I thought the Moon preferred the luxury of her bed," my brother joked, lowering the dumbbell with a soft clink."And I thought big Luca had gone soft with the stroke," I shot back, stretching my arms out to warm up.We began with a light sparring routine.Despite his brute strength, Luca was always surprisingly agile, and my wolf reflexes, though stil