All Chapters of My Boyfriend Is An Alpha Werewolf Mafia Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The night wind brushed through the trees like a whisper, rustling leaves over scorched soil and shattered bones. The vampire moved silently through the forest, her pale feet barely disturbing the earth as she followed the scent of death and ash.She found Anna a few feet away from the cabin, or what was left of her.The vampire dropped to her knees with a strangled cry. Her fingers hovered just above the blackened remains, trembling with disbelief. All that remained of her lover was charred bone and a mop of auburn hair fused to brittle fragments of skull. The stench of burnt flesh and venom filled the air, and the vampire recoiled before leaning down, wrapping her arms around what she could salvage."Anna..." she whispered, her voice cracking like dry wood. "My dear, sweet Anna."She pressed her face to the bones, smearing soot across her cheek."This is all my fault. I should've never let you come with me. I should've let you remain at home until you could control your thirst."The

The sun was high over the Grind estate. The light was shining brightly through the massive windows and into the parlor where Marina flipped through an ancient grimoire. Her expression was bored, but her eyes remained sharp. She wet her thumb and turned another page."It's been a while since I've been here," she muttered. "Though I never got a full tour. I was too busy on Joseph's bed."Chris shot her a look. "Classy."She shrugged. "I was being honest. Plus, with me and you, it was never inside the bedroom. You liked to take me into the woods under the moonlight.""Sleeping with two friends is not a flex," Tasha snapped. "Now can you fix Joseph or not?"Marina chuckled, but her face turned serious as her eyes locked on Joseph. He sat on a leather chaise, his shirt damp with sweat, skin paling again as the poison spread. His veins shimmered faintly beneath his skin, a sickly purple snaking up his neck."I'm working on it," she said.Chris stepped forward. "I'm taking Debby to the Holt

Tasha sat cross-legged on her bed, brushing her curls while Debby flopped back dramatically on the mattress beside her, legs dangling off the edge. The morning sun poured through the wide windows of the room, filling it with warm light and the scent of garden roses drifted in from the open balcony. Debby stretched and yawned. "Lawd Gad, mi body feel mash up. But mi nah complain. Christopher give it tuh me good las' night." (My body feels wrecked. But I'm not complaining. Christopher gave it to me real good last night.)Tasha blinked, half-laughing as she set down her brush. "Debby—""Yuh tink mi joking? Di man nyam mi out like mi was Sunday dinner. Tongue good like gold mi haffi call pon Jesus," Debby declared proudly, placing a hand over her heart. "Mi swear mi soul lef' mi body. Him buddy big too, girl. Like... big big. When mi see it, mi seh, 'Jesus, mi ready tuh meet yuh.'" (You think I'm joking? That man ate me out like I was his Sunday dinner. His tongue was so good, I had to c

Tasha stirred as the crinkling of paper wrappers pulled her from sleep. She stretched her hand beside her, expecting to find Joseph's warm body, but her fingers met only cool sheets. “Joseph?” She whispered. "He woke up early and left," came Debby's voice from somewhere below.Tasha blinked, squinting toward the floor. Debby was seated cross-legged on the carpet, surrounded by an avalanche of gift boxes, shiny ribbons, and tissue paper. Wrappers were strewn everywhere, and her cousin’s hands were wrist-deep in a designer shopping bag.Tasha sat up. The blanket was clutched to her chest. That's when she noticed the rest of the room. The air carried the soft scent of roses and vanilla, and floating near the ceiling were silver and gold helium balloons, some shaped like hearts, others spelling out her name in curvy letters. Atop the lounge table sat a breakfast tray with scones, strawberries, blueberries, and delicate slices of mango fanned out next to a small bowl of whipped cream. Two

Tasha stirred beneath the covers, her fingers instinctively reaching for Joseph's body. But he wasn't there.The bed was still warm though, so he couldn't have been gone too long. Maybe he went to the bathroom, she told herself. She blinked up at the ceiling, then turned her head toward the clock on the nightstand. 5:00 AM.Rain pattered softly against the windows. She sat up in the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The room was dim, painted with shadows and pale silver light from the moon. That's when she saw him standing on the balcony, framed by the thin curtains that swayed over the glass door. His silhouette was still and powerful as he tilted his head to the sky.Tasha wrapped the sheet around her naked body and stepped off the bed. Cold air kissed her skin as she padded to the door. She opened it gently and slipped out into the rain.The chill hit her instantly. She gasped.Joseph stood with his head raised toward the moon, his dark hair dripping, soaked as the rain beat d