All Chapters of Mafia Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21: Race Against the Moon **Enzo’s POV** I sat in my office, my head pounding, the weight of the full moon tomorrow pressing down like a storm. Noah’s face kept flashing in my mind—scared, confused, but pulling at something deep inside me. Moses, my wolf, was restless, growling, urging me to go to him, to claim him before it was too late. I pushed him down, my hands clenching the desk. My phone rang, shrill and sharp, cutting through my thoughts. I grabbed it, seeing Ren’s name, and pressed it to my ear. “What?” I snapped. “Alpha,” Ren said, his voice tight. “I can’t find Noah. He didn’t come out of school. I’ve checked everywhere.” I stood, rage exploding in my chest. “What do you mean you can’t find him?” I yelled, my voice shaking the room. “How could you be so stupid, Ren? You had one job!” “I’m sorry,” Ren said, his voice steady despite my anger. “I waited by the gate, but he didn’t show. I’m checking the school now, but I think—” “Dean,” I growled, cutting him o

Chapter 23: Silent Fears **Noah’s POV** I sat on the bathroom floor, my back pressed against the door, my knees pulled to my chest. My heart was still racing, my breath shaky. Werewolves were real. Enzo was one—a giant wolf with red eyes, talking to me in my head. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. I wanted to scream, to run, to wake up from this nightmare. But I was stuck here, in this house, with him. Why me? Why did I have to suffer like this? A knock on the door made me jump, my heart slamming in my chest. I braced myself, expecting Enzo’s voice, but it was Ren, calm and steady. “Noah,” he said through the door. “Come down for breakfast. You need to eat.” I didn’t answer, just hugged my knees tighter. Eat? How could I eat when my whole world was falling apart? I just wanted to disappear, to stop existing. “Noah,” Ren said again, his voice softer. “You can’t stay in there forever. Come on. It’s just breakfast.” “Leave me alone,” I whispered, but it was too quiet f

Chapter 25: Quiet Bonds **Enzo’s POV** I stormed back into the mansion, my boots heavy on the floor, my head pounding with everything Dean said at the council meeting. His smirk, his taunts about Noah being my weakness—it was all stuck in my mind, twisting like a knife. I went straight to my office, slamming the door behind me, and sank into the chair behind my desk. My hands clenched, my knuckles white. Dean would stop at nothing to get to Noah, to make me suffer. I could feel Moses growling in my head, his voice sharp and angry. “Let me out,” he said. “I’ll deal with Dean myself. Rip him apart.” “Quiet,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “I’m handling it.” But was I? Dean knew exactly how to push me, and Noah—my mate—was the perfect target. The thought of him in danger made my chest tight, my breath short. Ren walked in, his scarred face blank but his eyes sharp. He stopped in front of my desk, crossing his arms. “What’s the plan, Alpha?” he asked, his voice low. “You know De

Chapter 27: Facing the Wolf **Noah’s POV** I sat at the dining table, the food in front of me—steak, potatoes, some green stuff—smelling better than anything I’d had in days. But I could barely focus on eating, not with Enzo sitting across from me, his eyes locked on me, a small smile on his face. It was weird, seeing him like that, not cold or angry, just… watching. My stomach twisted, not from hunger but from the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing in the room. I stopped, my fork halfway to my mouth, and cleared my throat. “You’re not eating,” I said, my voice quiet. “Aren’t you hungry?” Enzo leaned back, his smile widening. “Watching you eat’s enough for me,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing. “Makes me feel full.” I chuckled, surprising myself, and looked down at my plate. For the first time, I didn’t feel like a prisoner. Enzo, the guy who’d taken me, who’d scared me to death, felt… normal. Like we were just two people having dinner. I caught myself smiling a

Chapter 29: Shadows of Enemies **Noah’s POV** It’s been a month since my dad sold me to Enzo, a month since I saw his face, his tired eyes, his shaky hands signing me away to clear his debts. I sat in the classroom, the hum of voices around me fading as I stared at my desk, wondering if he was okay, if he ever thought about me. Was he still drinking? Gambling? Or was he just glad to be rid of me? The thought twisted my stomach, and I hunched over, trying to disappear into my own head, to be alone for once. “Hey, Noah,” a voice cut through, soft but familiar. I didn’t need to look up to know it was James, the only guy here who didn’t make me feel like a stray dog. He slid into the seat next to me, his backpack hitting the floor. “You okay, man? You look like you’re about to bolt. Is it your dad again?” I forced a smile, my hands fidgeting with my pencil. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice flat. “Just… don’t want to talk about it, okay? Not now.” James leaned closer, his eyes narrowin