Lahat ng Kabanata ng The mafia King's Pet [M×M]: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Chapter 170: the messengerDamon's povJames' words hit like a physical blow. It took me all my willpower not to stagger back. "What?""The Alpha chen, from the pacific Pack withdrew their warriors yesterday. Said they couldn't risk being associated with a pack whose Luna is a traitor." He paused. "The desert moon Pack followed this morning. And I just got word that the Eastern Shore Pack is considering it."Each name felt like another knife to the chest where Milo's own was. These were packs I'd built alliances with over years. Packs that had sworn loyalty. And they were abandoning us now, when we needed them most."How many are left?" My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears."Only Rosalie, leader of the crimson moon pack have not made any official standFor now." James met my eyes. "Damon, this is exactly what the Queen wants. She's isolating us, weakening us. If you play into her hands by attacking…"A knock at the door interrupted him. Sharp, urgent."What?" I barked.One of t

Chapter 172: The Servant's Shamemilo pov Three days had passed since I arrived at my family estate, and I was beginning to understand that coming here might actually be the biggest mistake of my life. The first day, I was welcomed with cold silence. My parents barely looked at me throughout. I saw everything the moment I walked through the grand door. My mother turned her face away, and my father's face alternated between darkness and coldness. For the first time ever, standing in front of my parents felt like standing with strangers. No embrace. No questions about where I had been or why I left Damon. Just coldness and plain disregard. The second day, whispers started. Pack members I grew up with stared at me in hallways, their eyes filled with judgment and disgust. Someone spat on the ground when I passed. Apparently could keep her thoughts and judgement to herself. Even the maids, and cooks I had once called a friend laughed behind my back when I was not looking. Everywhere I

Chapter 174: The Prophecy RevealedMilo povA sharp knock on my door made me jump. Before I could respond, the door burst open and Aldrich strode in, Daphne's rumoured dead husband, who was working for the millen, even becoming her right hand man. His face was hard and expressionless as stone."Get up," he ordered coldly. "The Queen summons you to the Council chambers. Now."My heart raced with fear. "It is the middle of the night.""I do not care what time it is." He crossed the room in three long strides, grabbing my arm roughly and hauled me to my feet. "Move."I stumbled forward, my body still aching from the day's labor and my eyes swollen from crying myself to sleep. Aldrich's grip on my arm was bruising as he dragged me through the dark corridors. My bare feet slapped against the cold stone floors, and I shivered in my thin servant's dress."Please," I whispered. "What is this about?"He did not answer. His silence was somehow more terrifying than the uncertainty that was curli

Chapter 176: The Weakening AlphaDamon POVThe training grounds echoed with the sound of steel clashing against steel as I drove my sword through the wooden dummy with brutal force, imagining a real face. Sweat poured down my face despite the cold morning air. My muscles screamed in protest, but I could not stop. Would not stop.Because, if I stopped, I would think about Milo. And if I thought about Milo, I would break."Again," I growled at Marcus, one of my best warriors, who circled me with cautious eyes.He hesitates, his eyes flashing with regret "Alpha, you have been training for six hours straight. You need rest.""I need to be ready." I raised my sword again, ignoring the tremor in my arms. "The Blood Challenge is knocking at the door. I cannot afford weakness."Marcus opened his mouth to argue, but James's voice cut through the tension. "Traininf dismissed, everyone out. Now."The warriors scattered quickly. James waited until we were alone before approaching, his expression

Chapter 178: confrontation Milo POVThree days of becoming millen's prisoner in the dungeon felt like three years for me.The stone walls pressed in on me from all sides, cold and damp and unforgiving. My small cell had nothing but a thin blanket and a bucket in the corner. The smell of rot and human waste made my stomach turn constantly, but I forced myself to breathe through it. For the baby. I had to stay strong for the baby.The guards brought me stale bread and watery soup twice a day. I ate it because I needed the strength, even though it tasted like ash in my mouth.Atheist the queen dimmed it fit that for her plans to work, I needed to be kept alive, together with the baby.My whole body ached from sleeping on the hard floor, and my pregnancy made everything worse. The nausea, the exhaustion, the constant fear that something would go wrong.But I refused to break.When the guards ordered me to scrub their boots, I looked them in the eye and said no. When they told me to bow