บททั้งหมดของ Slave To The Mafia Alpha: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Rayna~ My eyes fluttered open, but nothing had changed. I was still here — the same trees, the same damp air pressing down on me. What was going on? I tried to push myself up, but it was useless. My limbs wouldn’t move, like something invisible had me pinned. My back scraped against bark, and that’s when I realized— I was strapped to a fucking tree. My pulse spiked. I jerked against the binds — nothing. Every breath felt heavier, tighter, like the forest itself was watching me. “Let me go!” My voice came out cracked, small. No one answered. Just the low rustle of leaves. Where the fuck was Sven? I tried to rack my brain for how I got here, but the only thing I could remember was the night with Sven. But something about this moment felt familiar. As if on cue, fireworks lit up the sky — blue, red, and purple. The Rebel Festival? Was I still in Dario’s pack? I looked down at my hands and realized they looked smaller. Had I been dreaming about meeting Sven? It didn’t matter

Sven~The hospital came into view in a blur of white and light.I barely remember parking — one second I was slamming the car door open, the next I was hauling Rayna out like she’d shatter if I didn’t hold her tight enough.Her skin was cold. Like dead weight.She looked peaceful in that terrifying way the dying sometimes do — too still, too quiet. Like she was drifting somewhere I couldn’t follow.I’d carried dying soldiers before — wolves torn apart, begging for death — but none of them ever made me feel like this.This felt personal. Like the ground itself had given way beneath me.The goddess didn’t get to bring her back into my life just to rip her away again.‘The Goddess wouldn't dare.’ Vuk murmured in my head.He’d been pacing tirelessly in my head only calming a bit when we got to the pack hospital. “Clear the halls!” I barked. My voice cracked through the corridor like thunder.Everyone froze. Then scrambled. Fear sharpened the air, thick enough to choke on. My aura must’ve

Rayna~ The beeping in my head wouldn’t stop. It was comforting at first, soft and weirdly rhythmic but the longer it went on, the more it grated against my nerves until I had no choice but to wake up. My eyelids felt like they’d been glued shut. The light nearly burned through my skull when I finally pried them open. Everything was just too white— the walls, the sheets. Was I in a hospital? I glanced down and saw a wire. No, several cables running from my arm to a monitor beside the bed. So that’s what was beeping. I blinked, trying to piece together how I’d gotten here, but my mind was foggy like my thoughts were moving through wet cement. My tongue felt heavy, my throat dry. I pulled the shirt that covered my arms off me, sniffing in the scent. Sven? Was he here? Just then, someone I didn't recognize walked in. She looked calm with her clipboard in hand and her white coat brushing against her knees. I guessed she was the pack doctor. “Ah, hello, Rayna, I’m Marlene,” she

Venus~Watching the blood drain from Rayna’s face the moment her eyes landed on me was even better than I’d imagined.She stammered, her voice catching halfway between shock and anger. “W–what…?” She cleared her throat, forcing her tone steady. “What are you doing here?”A slow crept on my lips and I tugged the silk robe tighter around my waist, savoring the tension twisting in her expression.“Let’s just say,” I murmured, glancing at the bed behind me, “Sven and I had plans.”Her mouth opened, then shut again.“Oh?” she said finally, her voice dripping disbelief. “He went out with Reeves.”My smile widened. “Did he now?” I tilted my head, pretending to think. “Funny, he didn’t seem that eager to leave when I saw him last.”She shut the door behind her, walking toward the wardrobe without even sparing me a glance.“Maybe something important came up,” she said while rummaging through Sven’s clothes, her movements stiff, deliberate. “Do you by chance need my help with anything? I want t

Sven~ She was trembling, and I hadn’t even touched her. Not yet. A slow, almost imperceptible smile tugged at my lips. “You have plans… to get into my bed?” I asked, voice low, measured, and hot enough to make her shiver. She sucked in a sharp breath, her damp curls falling across her face, hiding the blush creeping up her neck. “That’s not what I meant, jerk,” she snapped, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her. “All I’m saying is… if we do get intimate, I want it on my terms.” She wants us, Vuk whispered greedily in my head, and I had to bite back a growl. The outline of her nipple pressed against the thin fabric of my shirt, and I felt my body respond instantly—tightening, straining, needing. “Same difference, princess,” I murmured, stepping closer, letting my gaze rake over her. “But isn’t that… unfair to me?” She swallowed hard, her hands clenching at her sides. Her eyes flitted to every corner of the room, everywhere but me. “Then… you lay out your conditions too,