บททั้งหมดของ Mafia Alpha : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 1: Beaten and Broken **Noah’s POV** My sneakers dragged on the cracked pavement, each step heavier than the last. My school bag slipped off my shoulder, hitting the ground with a dull thud. I didn’t bother picking it up. I just sank to my knees, my hands shaking as I touched my lip. Blood smeared my fingers, warm and sticky. The sting was sharp, but it wasn’t the worst pain I’d felt today. Not even close. Footsteps crunched behind me, too close, too fast. My stomach twisted. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. I pushed myself up, legs wobbling, and turned to face them. Three guys from school stood there, their faces twisted with smirks that made my skin crawl. Jake, the ringleader, stepped forward, his broad shoulders blocking the streetlight. His buddies, Matt and Cory, flanked him like dogs waiting for a command. “Well, well, Noah Evans,” Jake said, his voice low and mocking. “Thought I told you to stay away from my girl, didn’t I?” I coughed, the taste of blood

Chapter 3: Sold and Taken **Noah’s POV** Pain woke me up. It shot through my head, sharp and throbbing, like someone was hammering nails into my skull. I groaned, my eyes fluttering open, and the world came into focus slowly. I was still on the floor, sprawled out in our dingy living room. My school bag lay a few feet away, zipper busted, books spilling out. Broken glass glittered around me—shards of the bottle my dad had smashed over my head. I touched my scalp, wincing. My fingers came back sticky with blood. I couldn’t believe it. My own dad hit me with a bottle. Knocked me out cold. My chest tightened, not just from the pain but from the betrayal. He’d always been a monster, but this? This was new. I tried to stand, my legs shaky, but a noise stopped me—low voices, urgent, coming from the kitchen. I squinted through the light, my head pounding. Two or three blurry figures stood near the doorway, talking to someone. My dad. His voice was different, not the usual drunken slur.

Chapter 5: Fighting the Bond **Enzo’s POV** I watched the kid kneel in front of me, his eyes wide with fear, his body shaking like a leaf. Noah. That’s what Ren called him. Just a human, weak and pathetic, but when I got close—too close—my wolf went crazy. The word “mate” slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it, and it felt like a punch to the gut. My wolf clawed at me, howling inside, wanting to claim him. I pushed it down, hard, my hands shaking as I stared at him. Ren stepped forward, his face worried. “Alpha, you okay?” he asked, glancing at Noah like he was the problem. I turned, my eyes burning, and threw my glass against the wall. It shattered, the sound loud in the quiet room. My wolf growled, low and angry, and I felt my claws itching under my skin. A human mate? No. Humans were nothing. Slaves, tools, not worth my time. Never worth loving. The idea of this kid—this bruised, scared boy—being my mate was a sick joke. Ren stayed still, waiting. He knew better than

Chapter 7: Rules of the Cage **Noah’s POV** I stared into his eyes, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might explode. His arms were still around me, strong and unyielding, keeping me from hitting the bathroom floor after I slipped. For a second, everything stopped—just me and him, our faces so close I could feel his breath on my skin. His eyes were dark, intense, like they could see every secret I’d ever hidden. Then, without a word, he let go, setting me on my feet. He turned and walked out, the bathroom door clicking shut behind him, leaving me alone. I stood there, my legs shaky, my towel barely hanging on. What was that? That weird feeling in my chest was back, like something was pulling me toward him, even though he scared me half to death. My head was a mess—fear, anger, and something else I couldn’t name. I shook it off, my hands trembling as I tightened the towel around my waist. I turned on the shower, the hot water hissing as it hit the tiles. I peeled off my boxers

Chapter 9: Wolf’s Struggle **Noah’s POV** I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the tray of food in front of me. Eggs, toast, a couple of apple slices—simple, but it smelled better than anything I’d had in a long time. My stomach growled, loud enough to make me flinch. I glanced up at the guy who’d brought it, the one with the scar on his face. He stood by the door, arms crossed, his eyes cold and hard, like he was guarding a criminal. I didn’t know his name, and I didn’t want to. All I knew was he worked for Enzo, and that was enough to make me hate him. I picked up the spoon, my hands shaking a little, and started eating. The first bite hit my tongue, warm and salty, and I realized how starving I was. I didn’t care how I looked, shoveling eggs and toast into my mouth like I’d never see food again. My dad used to forget to buy groceries, so I was used to going hungry, but this was different. I ate so fast I almost choked, the apple slices sweet and crisp. When I finished, I wi