All Chapters of My Boyfriend Is An Alpha Werewolf Mafia Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It had been a week since the storm passed over Holt Estate. A week since Tasha's nightmare in the woods, since the shadow by the stables, and since Joseph had caught sight of a vampire on the edge of the tree line.The girls had no idea that Rupert wasn't their only danger. They thought things were starting to feel normal. Especially since Rupert hadn't been sending any threats to their family back home. Debby was finally settling in to the American lifestyle. She'd even learned how to ride the chestnut mare Tania had given her, who Debby proudly named Beyoncé. Every morning, Debby walked down to the paddock in tights and an oversized hoodie like she was heading to war, then came back two hours later covered in horsehair, acting like she'd conquered the damn Wild Wild West."Mi did tell yuh mi cudda handle di ting," she'd boast, brushing hay out of her braids. "Me is a country gal by heart. But Beyoncé is a real bad gal. Kick like she come from Spanish Town." (I told you I could han

The car was quiet as Joseph pulled into the dusty lot outside of The Iron Pit, a biker bar tucked between the woods and an old quarry. The place looked like it had seen more fights than renovations, with warped siding, flickering neon, and a row of customized bikes lined out in the parking lot.Chris was already leaning against the hood of his black Charger, chewing a toothpick. He had his arms crossed. His leather jacket was unzipped, and his eyes flicked toward Joseph's matte-gray Maserati as it crunched across gravel."Boss, you're late," Chris called as Joseph stepped out, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket."Blame Rex," Joseph muttered, slamming the door shut. "He led me right into Tasha."Chris's brows shot up. "Wait—what?"Joseph didn't elaborate right away. He walked up beside his beta and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced flick. He took a slow drag, then exhaled like it helped anchor him.Chris narrowed his eyes. "You ran into her?""Literally." Joseph's l

Tasha stared at the peach dress hanging from her closet door while chewing on her nails. It was soft, feminine. A dress that said sweet, not easy. She liked it. Loved it, even.But Debby hated it."You are not wearing that," Debby declared, flopping belly-first onto the bed like a judge striking a gavel. "That's a Sunday brunch dress. We are going for Friday night fire."Tasha eyeballed her. "Really now.""Really, just hear me out," Debby said, chewing on a red Twizzler. "That peach thing says, 'Hi, I'm sweet and romantic and would never stab you in your sleep.' The leather one says, 'I might choke you, but you'll like it.'""It's a date, not a cage fight," Tasha replied, tugging her satin robe tighter.Debby flung her legs up dramatically and hurried toward the closet. She took out the outfit that she thought Tasha should wear. It could only be described as post-apocalyptic dominatrix couture. It was sleek black leather, had silver buckles, and sheer mesh in places Tasha didn't even

Don Marcello sipped his brandy like it was sacred, his eyes never leaving Joseph. The air in the room was thick with cigar smoke, old leather, and tension. A violin played somewhere faint in the background, but it might as well have been a dirge.Joseph stood like a loaded weapon. His hands were fists, barely contained at his sides."You're going to explain," Joseph said slowly, voice rough with restraint, "what the hell you meant by 'she's the key.'"Marcello leaned back, lips quirking with something between amusement and regret. "Always so impatient. Just like your father."Joseph's eyes narrowed. "Don't talk about my father.""Then let me talk about your future instead," Marcello said, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "And hers."Joseph didn't move. Didn't blink.Marcello gestured toward the empty chair across from him. "Sit. Unless you'd rather we both die standing."Joseph hesitated, then lowered himself into the seat. Still coiled, still ready to strike, but curious now

The silence in the car was thick with tension as Joseph drove through the dark, narrow roads toward Tasha's grandmother's estate. The events of the restaurant still pulsed in her veins; the violence, the blood, the transformation, but what kept tugging at her focus wasn't just the monster attack or the cryptic cloaked figure.It was Joseph.He was unashamedly naked. Gloriously so, might I add.His shredded clothes had been left behind in the wreckage of the restaurant, and now he sat in the driver's seat, completely unclothed. His hands casually rested on the wheel like it was just another Tuesday night. Moonlight played along the strong lines of his body, catching on dried blood and fresh bruises, but it didn't make him look any less breathtaking. If anything, it made him look like a god fresh from battle.Tasha sat stiffly in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, refusing, absolutely refusing to look down, up or sideways. Poor girl. Joseph's voice broke the silence, a teasing