Semua Bab The mafia King's Pet [M×M]: Bab 81 - Bab 90

No escapeDamon POV“Milo…” I muttered his name for like a hundred times since I slammed the door on his face. Every step down the corridor only fueled the fury that was rising inside me, so fast that it scared me. When was the last time I felt this angry? To the extent of craving blood and carnage. The urge to rip out someone's head kept on growing, especially when the person was the cause of everything. Every guard i passed stiffened uncontrollably, I knew that my rage was dripping off me, but I didn’t give a fucking care.I should never have left…, my fist clenched together tightly..Cornel! That traitorous bastard. He didn’t only manipulate Milo, he also made sure to bind him to a binding oath. The binding oath is an ancient ritual. The highest and the most effective way of agreeing to a deal. In our world that is filled with vicious and wild werewolves, the binding oath is the safest way to seal a deal between alphas or packs. And now, milo was by law, binded to this old ancie

Who??Milo POVThe rays of sunlight streamed quietly through the window, casting a soft glow over the room that was too quiet and empty as if a void was missing. And no matter how I tried not to admit it, a part of me was worried Also.Damon hadn’t returned since yesterday he had stormed out of the room. I have never seen him that angry, and almost he was broken by the news he heard… I shook my head, shoving everything down quickly. My pride wouldn’t let me admit it. Why should I care if he stayed gone for hours? He had branded me in front of everyone like i was a fucking toy. I touched the spot on my chest that was still covered in bandages, luckily it was healing at a very fast rate. Still… the voices in my head, still keep on reminding me that it was just a show.“He is gone. And he is never coming back. You are nothing but a pawn, a stray waiting to be discarded…”I pressed my palms to my ears, shaking my head as if the action could somehow drown out the evil voices that only grew

Five shadows Milo’s POVThe echoes of the announcement continue to ring faintly in my ears, and for a second of standing in front of everybody, my brain tried to process the information.Induction?Everything was happening too fast, as if I were a stranger watching an epic drama unfold before me. The word induction continues to ring in my ears like a curse, as I was dragged like a sacrificial lamb being prepared for slaughter. Within seconds, I was stripped out of my initial clothes, I was only being left with my boxers. I shivered instinctively, trying to beg for anything to cover my smooth and tender legs that were too smooth and too tender for a hardened warrior, but I was not given the chance to. The shadows as they were called, gathered in a circle, boots pounding against the ground in a rhythmic old song, as they moved, sealing me into the center like prey. Their eyes burned into me, but this time… they weren’t filled with mockery or disapproval. They were simply watching.A

Not qualified Milo pov“I am not tapping out.” my voice came out not more than a whisper, but they heard it regardless The crowd went wild, the room exploded.What if I could take more? What if I could be more than just an ordinary shadow, and prove that I was not just an omega?I realised with a horrified expression that a deep part of me wanted more. Not because of the influence of the voice, nor anything, but a dangerous part of me I didn't know existed wanted to win.Ignoring James who was signaling for me to end it all, I lowered my hands, my eyes narrowed on the four remaining shadows.The 101th tick sounded, immediately the remaining four shadows moved explosively, but this time, things were different. I was not going to seat like a duck and waiting, They closed with more coordination than before. Not the kind of brute force but the kind of practiced cruelty that comes from years of training. It was obvious that they were now weary and were now taking the fight seriously. T

Rosa?Milo PovThe after party celebration was nothing like I had imagined.no clashing mugs of ale. or tearing into each other in a form of a twisted dark celebration of their numerous rituals.Instead, we all left the pack entirely, slipping through the dark forests until we emerged into a vast clearing, not too far from the pack’s territory. All through my life I have never stepped foot outside of a pack before. And now stepping beyond the borders of a pack… the air felt… different, Wilder, Freer.I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the air that felt a lot different from the confined environment of the pack. I suddenly felt the urge to run for the first time in my life.We werewolves live in packs together, but in as much as we live together, we are free beings, that's why, one or two times a month, a pack would fix a pack run for its entire members outside the pack.Something I have never experienced for once, due to my condition of not having a wolf.“Close your mouth bef