All Chapters of Betrayed by the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I didn’t sleep that night. Again. However, not out of fear. because a part of me wouldn't stay still. My wild, tense, and restless wolf was lurking just below the surface. Since the bond dream with Maximus, she hadn’t stopped pacing. I felt a surge of electricity in my chest from the kind of energy that used to make me cower. And I didn’t want to run from it anymore. I stared at the rawhide target dummy like it owed me its life while standing barefoot in the downstairs training ring in silence. Then I hit it. Once. Twice. Again. My knuckles stung. My lungs burned. But I kept going. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I wasn’t just training anymore. I was preparing for something bigger. Something final. Footsteps echoed on the metal stairs behind me. I refused to turn. “Thought I’d find you here,” came Maximus’s voice. I continued to pant. I said, "I needed space." "This is my room," I smirked. “Guess we’re sharing, then.” He circled the edge of the ring like a pr

Lila I never thought a single message could carry the weight of war. But here it was on parchment still damp with blood Xavier’s crest stamped like a curse across the bottom of a threat: The prophecy ends when the Luna bleeds. I clutched the edge of the crumpled letter in my hands as wind swept through the forest clearing where two sentries now lay dead. Leif knelt beside one, muttering a silent prayer in a dialect I didn’t recognize. Maximus stood beside me, arms crossed tight, every inch of him tensed like a drawn weapon. “They weren’t even part of his war,” I said quietly. “They were just doing their job.” “That’s exactly why he chose them,” Maximus replied. “Neutral blood sends a louder message.” A growl built low in my throat. "He wants an answer." “He’s going to get one,” Maximus snapped. "But not the kind that he expected," Back at the Vito compound, I couldn’t sit still. Not while thinking about that letter. Not with the tension in the air thick enough to chew.

Lila We traveled in silence. The road ahead twisted through dead wood and dying earth ground that once belonged to neutral wolves, now corrupted by the burn of rogue scent. The further we drove, the more the trees leaned in, like they didn’t want us there. Like they knew what waited past their roots and bark wasn’t just danger it was war. Maximus sat across from me in the armored SUV, his eyes scanning the windows like a predator waiting for his rival to blink. He hadn’t spoken since we crossed into disputed territory. His presence filled the space like smoke heavy, cold, and ready to ignite. Leif, in the front passenger seat, kept his hand near his blade and his focus locked on the horizon. And me? I sat between them, still burning from the vision that haunted my sleep, the threats scribbled in blood across my walls, and the voice that refused to die in my memory: The prophecy ends when the Luna bleeds. I clenched my hands into fists. Let them try. The rogue camp was

Lila Maximus didn’t speak. Not with words. Not at first. But his silence was violent in the way that only stillness can be when something sacred is broken, loud and deafening. He knelt beside the broken window, his fingers trembling as they curled around the golden chain left on the floor. A single, tiny trinket attached to the end glinted in the light shaped like a flower. A daffodil, bent slightly at the stem. I recognized it. I’d seen it once before, nestled in Maximus’s palm when he thought no one was looking. Heard the story behind it when Leif whispered, "Don’t ask about the child. Not unless you’re willing to bleed for the answer.” “Maximus,” I breathed, approaching slowly. Who was she taking? His throat worked, eyes locked on that chain like if he blinked, he’d lose the memory tethered to it. “She took Lucia,” he said finally. My stomach dropped. Not a soldier. There was no second-in-command. A child. His blood. Fast two hours passed without Maximus speaking

Lila The summons came before the sun finished rising over the ashes. A bird landed on Maximus’s armory tower feathers braided with council sigil string and sealed in wax. Old ways. Ancient etiquette. Still cruel. Leif retrieved it. Maximus opened it. But I read it over his shoulder, already knowing what it would say. > Lila Grey. Daughter of Sylva Moonborn. Bearer of Luna bloodline. > You are hereby summoned to the High Circle for witness and account. > Your refusal will be taken as a declaration of sedition. Maximus crushed the parchment between his fingers. “They think they can summon you like a dog.” I touched his arm. “Let them think I’m obedient... until I speak.” The High Circle hadn’t been convened in decades. Not since the Siege of Glacier Teeth. Not since the Luna War, when bonded she-wolves began to go mad and rip through entire villages out of grief, betrayal, or both. This wasn’t a courtroom. It was a throne pit disguised as civility. Maximus insi