All Chapters of Claimed by the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ChiaraThe office was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the soft hum of the screen. Alessandro and Nicola exchanged a look of grim understanding before turning to Luca. My eyes were fixed on the image of Isabella, Milan's maid, next to Lorenzo.Of all the things we could think of, a faithful member of my father was not one of those.We had underestimated his ties.We had underestimated too much."Look at this, Luca," Alessandro said, pointing to the screen. "Wasn't she a maid in your house?"Luca stepped closer to the screen, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and recognition. His eyes, once full of concern, now burned with a cold fury.“Yes,” my brother said. "She was one of the maids who served my father. She was afraid of him."A dreadful memory surged through my brain, and I felt like vomiting.“Isn't she one of the women my father mistreated and didn't kill?” I asked in disgust. “Of the few that are saved in the videos.”She is; she's one of those women. She's p

ChiaraLorenzo's face transformed into a mask of pure fury.The smile disappeared, replaced by a twisted grimace.Before I could blink, his hand shot up, and the impact of his slap echoed through the cabin. My head turned sharply, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. The physical pain was a cruel reminder of my new reality. But the pain of the soul, the pain of knowing the truth about my mother, was infinitely worse.The burning in my cheek from Lorenzo's slap barely registered in comparison to the pain in my soul. I was kneeling, my hand on my cheek, tears still running, when the cabin door opened again.A tall, slender figure entered, his cold, calculating eyes sweeping the room before settling on me.It was Dante Russo.The infamous wolf hunter approached me with excitement.A slow, macabre smile tugged at his lips, and in his eyes, I saw

ChiaraDante Russo analyzed the blood in the vial with almost reverent concentration, his eyes shining with unhinged ambition. Then, without a word, he turned and walked out of the makeshift lab, taking the precious liquid with him.I breathed a momentary sigh of relief.Soon after, two men entered, their faces grim and their movements jerky. They unstrapped me from the gurney; the relief of the cessation of the burning silver was instantaneous, but weakness came over me. They dragged me without much gentleness towards the trapdoor in the floor.Darkness enveloped me as they pushed me down a narrow flight of dirt stairs. The air in the basement was cold and damp, with a musty smell and something else...blood. My eyes took time to get used to the gloom, but when they did, my heart shrank.There, in a corner, huddled and trembling, was Loreta. Her eyes were swollen, and her face was furrowed with tea

ChiaraI was in a new area of the cabin, a larger, more organized space. It was a laboratory in the making, with tables full of glass instruments, microscopes, and screens displaying graphs and data. There were flasks of oddly colored liquids and equipment that looked like something out of a science fiction movie.Dante Russo was there, watching me from across the room. A smile of satisfaction, almost joy, came across his face. His eyes sparkled with the excitement of a scientist who has found the perfect specimen.The fucker was insane.He approached the gurney, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the lab. He didn't say a word, just took my arm with a clinical coldness. I felt the familiar prick of the needle, then the tug of my blood being drawn again. This time, it was more aggressive and faster, as if he was eager to get every drop. My body tensed, the pain of the needle added to the burning of the silver, and the sensation of my life force draining left me even weaker, emptie

ChiaraThe hours stretched on, endless and anxious, in the dank darkness of the basement.The trapdoor had closed on us, sealing us in a sepulchral silence, broken only by the steady drip of dampness and Loreta's halting breathing. Dante's screams and howls, the sounds of the massacre he had unleashed, had long since faded, leaving behind an eerie emptiness.The stillness was almost more terrifying than the chaos.Loreta, curled up next to me, trembled uncontrollably with her weak and bruised body. I tried to comfort her, my arms around her with what little strength I had left. But my mind, despite my she-wolf's weakness, could not stay still."You can't hear anything," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. My throat ached from thirst and tension. "We've been here for hours. I must get out. I must see what happened."The uncertainty was torture, and the need to act, to find Alessandro, and to know if my pack was safe drove me. Loreta clung to me, her eyes filled with primal terror."