Semua Bab My Boyfriend Is An Alpha Werewolf Mafia Boss: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The engine of the red BMW purred beneath Joseph's fingers as he guided it down the sloping streets of Havendale. The night air smelled of jerk smoke, sugarcane, and summer heat. He rolled down the window, letting the breeze rush in and whip his hair, but it did little to cool the fire in his chest. He had seen her. After all this time watching from a distance, tonight he had stood only a few feet away from Tasha. Titan's daughter. The girl whose existence he'd sworn to protect with blood and bone. The girl who now stirred things in him that no man or Alpha had any business feeling for someone so untouched by his world. ‘She looked at us,’ Rex growled from somewhere in the dark corner of Joseph's mind. ‘And she liked what she saw.’ Joseph clenched his jaw. ‘She's sixteen.’ ‘So? You think her wolf won't recognize us when it wakes up? We belong to her. She belongs to us.’ ‘You need to shut the hell up,’Joseph muttered, making a sharp turn down a side road. ‘You felt it. Yo

Joseph Grind's private jet sliced through the clouds on his way back to New Jersey. He sat alone, scotch in hand, staring blankly at the lights of Kingston disappearing beneath them. Jamaica was beautiful, dangerous, sacred. And now he was connected to something he shouldn't have touched. Her. Tasha. Even her name stirred something primal inside him. A name he shouldn't know on his lips. A life he had no business watching. But he'd made a promise, and Joseph Grind never broke his word. He turned the glass in his hand, watching the amber liquid catch the light. ‘We said we'd look after her,’ he muttered in his mind. ‘That doesn’t mean you should obsess over her.’ ‘You're acting like I'm the only one who's obsessed over her. You don't get to lie to yourself,’ Rex snarled in his head, the wolf's voice like gravel and fury. ‘I don't call it obsession when she's already ours.’ ‘No, she's not.’ ‘You saw the way she looked at us. Her scent. Her energy. You felt it. She's the o

"Debby, this is madness. We don't know him," Tasha muttered under her breath as she watched her cousin lead the white man across the plaza like a policewoman on patrol. "Madness?" Debby spun around dramatically, nearly knocking over a basket of bananas. "Tasha, this is called reparations. Man was creeping, now him treating." Christopher looked more amused than alarmed as he followed the two girls toward KFC. His camera swung from his neck like a third wheel, and the heat bounced off the pavement in shimmering waves. They ordered a bucket of chicken, three large fries, two coleslaws, and Debby threw in a corn-on-the-cob just to be petty. "I hope your American dollars stretch far, mi bwoy," Debby told Christopher, flinging a chicken wing into her mouth. "Because mi appetite strong like Samson," she added, smacking him with the chicken bone as soon as she cleaned it of the meat. Christopher chuckled, licking barbecue sauce off his thumb. "I've had worse welcome parties. At least no

Tasha sat on a low wall outside Devon House ice-cream parlor. The rum and raisin scoop in her hand was starting to melt. Debby and Chris sat close to her, trying to look relaxed as they ate their ice cream. But the tension was obviously hard to miss. Tasha hadn’t said much since they picked her up. Debby was quiet too, which was never a good sign since she was someone who usually had a lot to say. The ice cream had been Debby’s idea. A little sugar to soften the edges, her version of emotional damage control. "So," Debby finally said, eyes fixed on a crumpled napkin in her hand, "you going to get your stuff from his apartment?" Tasha nodded slowly, licking her spoon. "Yeah. I don't think he's the one." Chris grunted. "Smart move. Better now than later, when it's worse." Debby raised her spoon like a toast. "Better late than pregnant by a demon." Tasha gave a weak laugh. "You're so stupid." "Stupid but right," Debby muttered. "That man don't love you. He just like knowin

Graduation caps were thrown in the air as cheers broke out all around. The smell of fried chicken drifted in from somewhere nearby. Students in blue robes gathered for photos, smiling and chatting under the tents with their friends and families. Tasha stood among them. She looked truly radiant. Her curls framed her face beneath her mortarboard, and her smile was so wide it hurt. After years of late nights, group projects, and carrying Rupert's emotional weight like a second degree, she had done it. A Bachelor of Science in Accounting. Top five in her year. And an internship already lined up at Jamaica National Building Society. She should've felt like the main character in a movie. But something about the moment still felt incomplete. Her heart tugged with an old ache she tried to ignore. She hadn't heard from her father in years. Sure, the wire transfers still came in like clockwork, ten thousand U.S. dollars every three months, but no amount of cash could fill the silence th