All Chapters of The mafia King's Pet [M×M]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2Milo’s POVI must have dozed off somewhere along the way.The exhaustion, the constant fear and suspense of what awaits me. It had finally dragged me under a restless sleep. But my moment of escape was ripped away by the sharp snap of a harsh commanding voice.“Get up.”The hard voice jolted awake, with heart pounding hard against my ribs, I tried to process my new surroundings.In a blink of an eye, the fierce man, the one who had dragged me out of my home, was standing by the car door, his sharp gaze pinned on me like a predator eyeing weak prey.I swallowed hard. my throat going dry.I had not seen when he moved. One time, he was sitting at the driver's side ,the next, he was opening the door and breathing down on me like a raging beast.Stepping out of the car, I felt my jaws drop in awe at the magnificent view before me.The car was parked in front of a massive mansion that was built like a fortress. It's dark stone walls seemed to glow under the moonlight. Armed guard

Chapter 4Milo's povI stopped breathing, no, my breathing stopped entirely for a second. I trembled in fear as I continued to stare at the tag on the cage with the name on it…Millen!.My name. That was the fake identity I was bearing. My sister's name, but that didn’t make it any less scary. Instead I felt feeling if dread pass through me.The cage was for me, meant and built specially for the pet.Noo, this was not happening. I kept on repeating while moving stepping back. My fingers were trembling so badly but that was the least of my concerns.This was a nightmare. A sick, twisted joke.I knew what this meant… I had heard the stories.The Mafian King, A man that can put terror on anyone just from his mere presence. He was a ruthless man who ruled with an iron hand. And not just that, the terrible way he treats his numerouse concubines like a plaything is nothing to write home about. I remember a particular story of his fellow rival mafia who refused to obey him.The mafia lor

Alpha Damon's POV I stormed down the corridor, my wolf clawing beneath my skin like it wanted me to turn back and finish what I didn’t finish.My jaw tightened. I could still feel the warmth of her trembling body beneath my grip. The fire burning behind those terrified eyes. The way she continued to squirm, I couldn't banish the image of her pinned under me, while I ravaged her from the back… I shook my head to remove all the projections my wolf dax continued to put into my head, even though it looked so damn tempting.Because something was wrong. I could feel it deep in my bones. An instinct that has been there since I was a pup. But no matter how I tried, I couldn’t find anything.And that scent…All I knew was that something was off about her. Especially her scent. I didn’t know why, but my wolf became increasingly agitated just from her mere presence. It has never happened before, not with my numerous concubines and slaves I have slept with and definitely never with a pet.And

Milo’s POVI stood in front of a giant mirror, fingers trembling as I buttoned up the last piece of the outfit that was laid out for me by Daphne, who I have come to know as the head of the servants and maids in this castle.a soft, cream-colored piece of robe embroidered with silver thread in the shape of flowers, and barely covering my chest and pelvic region, leaving my back and mid thigh exposed. A true reminder of my fate and how helpless i was.Like Daphne had told me when she prepared my bath before disappearing into god knows where, today happens to be dinner night. A celebration in honor of their alpha, who have now become my captor and master.I looked like a rag doll, painted and dressed for someone else’s amusement.And tonight, that someone was the Mafian King. A ruthless and bruteless man.I stared at my reflection. My lips were stained deep pink, to match with the colour of my eyes that continues to flutter under my long lashes.I felt like crying out, quitting and back

Milo’s POVThe Royal Ball was different than I had imagined. When I thought of the mafian king throwing a party, the first thing that came to my mind was wolves fighting and tearing against each other for the king's entertainment, groups of senseless wolves killing and eating prisoners meat for their enjoyment. or for him to parade me naked in front of his people to showcase his new toy.But no, none of what i have heard while growing up happened, rather the grand hall filled up with festive air immediately he announced it open. The once depressing and gloomy atmosphere vanished like white smoke.Music swelled through the air, soft violins and haunted cellos from one of the best musicians in the world. Commanders in their expensive dark clothes mingled together exchanging pleasantries just like any other civil persons.heaps and mountains of food that could feed all the members of my formal pack placed in front of me…, but I could only stare with drool in my mouth.The aroma teased my