Todos los capítulos de Mafia Alpha : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Chapter 62: ♥ Deadly Secrets Noah’s Stan’s shocking words fiercely rattled in my skull like heavy chains I absolutely couldn’t shake off. Dean would kill Enzo. The sharp sound of the very idea fiercely echoed so loud it completely drowned out everything else around me. A bitter, shaky laugh slipped from me, sharp and uncontrollable. My hands severely trembled as I urgently forced myself to fully meet his wet eyes. “That’s absolutely nothing new to me,” I snapped, my voice instantly rising without full control. “Dean absolutely can’t kill Enzo. You truly know that fact. Enzo’s much stronger than him. He always has been the stronger one.” But Stan absolutely didn’t look convinced at all. His eyes were dark and worried, his skin deathly pale, his voice so low I absolutely had to lean closer to clearly hear him. “You truly don’t get the severity of the situation,” he muttered, urgently stepping forward, his shoes loudly squeaking against the tile floor. “Yeah, Enzo’s technically stron

Chapter 64: ♥ Passion and Peril Noah’s The drive home was quiet. Too quiet. The low hum of the car engine filled the empty space between us, but inside my chest absolutely everything felt loud and restless. Dean’s cold, intense stare still fiercely burned in my head. Every time I blinked, I vividly saw his eyes fixed on me, sharp as deadly knives. Enzo parked the car in front of the house and absolutely didn’t say a single word. Neither did I. He reached for my hand as we went inside, his touch strong and steady, completely grounding me even as my troubled thoughts fiercely spun. Once completely inside, he pulled me down onto the couch with him, his strong arm wrapped tightly around me. His body was warm, strong, and completely safe. I let myself fully lean into him, my face close enough to intensely feel his warm breath. His dark eyes stayed intently locked on mine, calm but deep, and that sincere look alone made my pulse instantly quicken. He leaned in close, his lips gently br

Chapter 66: ♥ Breaking the BladeDean’s I watched Noah walk away, his steps quick and his eyes actively avoiding mine. The way he moved—as if he couldn’t stand the sight of me—hit harder than I wanted to admit. I leaned against my car and lit a cigarette, trying desperately to quiet the chaotic mess in my head. The smoke burned down my throat, but it did not calm me.My mind kept replaying Stan’s words from earlier: reject each other. The thought made my chest tighten painfully. Vex growled in my head, his voice sharp and impatient. He’s slipping away, Dean. Fix it before it’s too late.I rubbed the back of my neck, letting out a heavy breath. Everything felt like it was fracturing. My mom’s demand to kill Enzo, with that cursed Wolfblood Killer knife, Stan’s cold distance—it was all overwhelming.A few minutes later, I saw Stan walking out of the school doors. His face looked pale, his eyes dark and tired. He didn’t even look my way. He went straight to the car, opened the back door

Chapter 68: ♥ Brother’s BurdenEnzo’s I stared at Dean as he sat slumped at the bar table, his heavy head resting on his arms, his body violently slumped like all the strength had completely drained out of him. I had clearly known Dean my whole life. He was typically loud, rough, and always strongly acting completely fearless. Even when we were young kids, he absolutely never cried. Not when he got hurt physically. Not when things seriously went wrong for him. He always simply swallowed absolutely everything and kept his face hard and unemotional.But this specific version of him was clearly different and painful to see.His shoulders fiercely shook as he quickly mumbled Stan’s name over and over again. His cheeks were wet with tears, his voice broken and defeated, his notorious pride utterly gone. He looked completely empty and lost, like someone who had already truly lost everything important to him.For the very first time ever, I intensely felt deeply sorry for him.What kind of

Chapter 70: ♥ Fractured FriendshipsNoah’s Time passed slowly, but James still didn’t say a single word to me. Every time we crossed paths in the school halls, his face stayed hard and his eyes remained cold. He looked right through me like I didn’t exist anymore. It hurt me much more than I wanted to admit to anyone. I kept hoping he would finally turn around, call my name, or even yell at me again like he used to do. Anything was better than this. The silence felt much worse than any loud argument we ever had.I tried to tell myself to be patient with him, but my thoughts kept drifting back to my old life. I remembered living with my father. I remembered the constant drinking and the loud shouting that filled our house. I remembered the constant fear of saying the wrong thing and making him angry. I had worked so hard to escape that terrible life. I didn’t want to feel trapped like that again. I didn’t want to walk on eggshells around someone I cared about. James being angry brough