Semua Bab Mafia Alpha : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 11: Under Watchful EyesNoah's POVThe sound of a distant gunshot echoed in my ears, muffled through thick walls, but clear enough to freeze me in place. My hands trembled slightly as I stared at the untouched plate of food in front of me. The silverware clinked lightly against the porcelain when I shifted the tray. I hadn't touched the clothes or books Ren had brought either. They were sitting in the corner like a taunt, like reminders of a life I was supposed to adjust to.But how could I? How could anyone?I sat still, replaying what happened at the mall over and over in my head—the way that man had cornered me, the look in his eyes, the panic in my chest when I realized no one would help me, not even in public. If Ren hadn’t shown up when he did, I don’t know what would've happened. The memory still left a tightness in my throat.Would I ever go back to college? Would I ever see my friends again? Would I get to live like a normal person, or was I just some caged thing now,

Chapter 13: The Locked DoorNoah’s POV…I sat in the classroom, slouched over my desk, pretending to follow along while everyone else laughed and chatted around me. Their voices blended into a blur, like a far-off buzz that barely registered. Normally, I would have laughed with them, cracked a joke or maybe thrown a pencil across the room just to make James roll his eyes at me. But today, all I could think about was the countdown. Five more hours, and I’d be back in that cold mansion—back in that oversized cage I was supposed to call a home.A whole week had passed. Seven long days of silence, rules, stares, and feeling like a prisoner dressed up in designer clothes. I hadn’t touched the books Enzo got for me. I barely even slept in that ridiculously soft bed. None of it felt like mine.I didn’t even notice when the classroom door opened. The noise died down, but I was lost in my head, wondering how my father had signed me away so easily. He didn’t even flinch. Like I wasn’t even his

Chapter 15: The ClaimDean's POV…The room was dark, the only light spilling from the crimson glow of the lamp on the far wall. I stood in front of the window, bare-chested, smoking slowly. The city was quiet tonight, but my thoughts were loud. I could still see the look on Enzo's face—tight, guarded, shaking from restraint. He was slipping, and I could tell. I'd known him all my life, long enough to know when he was losing control over something he didn't want to admit.A soft touch grazed the middle of my back, followed by lips brushing my cheek."You're tense," Stan's voice whispered in my ear. "You've been like this since you got back. What happened?"I didn't answer right away. I took another drag from the cigarette, let the smoke curl from my lips, and then turned to face him. The way his eyes caught the light, always curious, always patient. My hand slid to his cheek, thumb brushing his skin as I kissed him—slow, deep, grounding.Then I turned from him, walking toward the bed.

Chapter 17: A Touch Too RealNoah's pov…I sat there on the edge of the school’s stone steps, my fingers still curled around the last corner of the sandwich wrapper. The sky was cloudy, not that I really noticed—I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts. Everything about today felt slow and heavy, like walking through thick fog. My mind was racing with questions, most of them ones I didn’t want answers to.The guy—Stan, he said his name was—had been quiet since offering me the sandwich. He just sat there, legs stretched out in front of him, hands tucked into his pockets. I kept glancing at him from the corner of my eye. He looked calm, but there was something about his presence that made me... tense. Not in a bad way, just cautious.I don't understand this feeling, anytime I look at him it was like I was looking tight at Dean.Then, without saying much, he stood up. “I’ve got another class,” he said, brushing invisible lint from his pants. His voice was light, like someone used to smili

Chapter 19 - The Night BeforeEnzo POVI hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered into a hundred pieces, the sound barely enough to match the chaos in my head. My breath came out hard and shallow, and I pressed my palms into my eyes, trying to stop the pounding ache building in my skull. Just one more day. One more damn day until the full moon. If I didn’t bond with Noah, he'd be in pain—not the kind that fades with time, but the kind that tears you from the inside out.I stood up and walked toward the window, leaning my arm against the cold frame. The night air pressed against the glass, but it did nothing to cool me down. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the small flame shaking just slightly in my hand. My wolf, Moses, stirred beneath my skin, restless, angry."If you won't do it," he growled inside my head, low and forceful, "then let me do it. Let me bond with our mate before the Full moon."I didn’t answer him.He pushed harder. "You're hesitating over a human? When he