All Chapters of The mafia King's Pet [M×M]: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Take it?Milo POV The quite strange voice led me deeper into the trees, away from the comfort of the bonfire, and even more, away from the shadow noise that faded in the background. I could sense my pulse racing with enough speed like a racing car. My feet moved on their own, following the sound of my name, with every step I made, I could stop praying for it to be Damon!. Has he finally come back from wherever James said he went to?“Milo.”I can hear the voice now, loud and clear unlike before.When I paused through a small bush, I froze. Heavy disappointment washed through me, It wasn't Damon, nor any hooded silhouette like I was expecting…It was a child, or rather a girl—“The hospital girl, Rachael!!” I whispered, her name in astonishment.She was the same thin girl from the hospital I had met that was down with the infection. According to Daphne she had survived but I didn’t ever think that I would meet her here. Her cheeks were hollowed out, her skin looked dull under the

Lunaris draughtMilo’s POVI didn’t know what I was expecting when I pushed the door to the room open. The emptiness and silence of the room slammed into me like a speeding truck.I paused for a moment, my chest tightening with a strange hollowness. I had already conditioned my mind not to expect more, not to hope for anything different— but still, the sight of the empty still silence pressed down on me. Damon wasn’t here, again.A frown crept towards my face, followed by suspicion. Where could he be? My thoughts went back to James, and how he had avoided the question like a plague, then to the urgency in his tone as he hurried me back home. He had mentioned that a pack of rogue wolves was sighted near the pack, but then I couldn't stop this feeling that there was something more. It was like a tight coil that refused to loosen up no matter how hard I tried.We had managed to slip back to the mansion, and like a ghost, James had disappeared with the same urgency clearly written on his—

Run awayMilo povI felt the sensation of cold water being splashed on me, soaking my entire body. My lungs heaved like it wanted to collapse. For terrifying seconds, I didn't know where I was.“Milo! Milo, wake up!” A voice caught my attention. My body tensed, The owner of the voice was no other person butDaphne. She was holding an empty bucket of water, her face filled with concern as her chest continued to rise and fall like she had just run a marathon.I blinked once, twice, my brain trying to process everything all at once. The flames, the chains, the man, then… my sister's voice. My surroundings blurred, and suddenly I was still in the dark room, and Daphne's face blurred, overlapping with the image of the faceless man who had just whispered my doom.“No… stay back!” My voice ripped out from me in a raw, animalistic way that sounded more like a growl before I could stop it. I felt a prickling sensation in my eyes, heat flaring behind my eyes like fire waiting to burst out.

Where is he?Milo’s POVOur walk to the arena was as if I was being led to my grave. No matter how I tried to calm my nerves, I couldn’t stop twisting my fingers till they turned red. But then the feeling of being watched continued to linger like little needles prickling my skin.The moment James and I stepped into the arena, I almost wanted you to throw up my empty stomach.The chants and the roars— they hitted me like a wall. The blood-thirstiness of the howling crowd from the stone chairs above almost made me want to turn back and disappear. The entire square had been transformed from the last time I was here. the stone pit in the middle arena had been replaced with a massive ring.“That's the place the fight will happen, Milo.” James said his first words since we left the room.I forced myself to nod, imagining myself inside the ring that looked more like a death cage with no escape than a fighting ring. I took the moment to sweep the inside with my eyes. The lowest chairs we

The Curse within Damon’s POV The forest trees tore past me in lightning streaks of black and silver.My feet dug deep into the wet ground, pushing my body forward with a speed no alpha could catch up to, but despite my blinding speed, it still felt like I was crawling.An angry growl that tore through my chest. I was angry at the delay, judging from.ny bloodied hands, The air around me was thick with the smell of rogues I have been hunting for the past two days.I had killed too many. Twenty… fifty…, I had stopped counting.The curse inside me was roaring now, heavier and more intense than before, from the more blood I spilled. It was crawling through my veins, like painful thorns that wanted to break through my skin. “More blood, faster, kill them all.” Dax's bloodthirsty voice continued to echo in my head.The death match would start anytime soon, and I was far away from my Milo.“Our Milo, our mate…kill them all.”Dax was slowly losing it, and so was I. I gritted my teeth. I