All Chapters of Slave To The Mafia Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rayna~ I brushed past him to the little table by the window where I’d left the plates. The air between us felt heavier than before, like it was waiting for something to snap. “Princess, can I speak to you for a second?” Sven’s voice cut through the silence, calm but careful. I turned, a small smile tugging at my lips. I’d grown oddly fond of that nickname—princess. Still, I missed when he called me menace. That one had bite; it felt like it actually belonged to me. “What about?” I asked, keeping my tone light even though his looked anything but. Maybe it was stupid, but these little moments made it easy to want to please him. Definitely not because he was a virgin and every wicked hormone in me wanted to ruin him—nope. Definitely not that. “It’s about yesterday,” he said finally, eyes dropping to the floor like the words were too heavy to carry. That was new. Sven avoiding eye contact? My curiosity perked right up. I crossed the room, the wood creaking softly beneath my feet,

Rayna~ I stared at my reflection in the mirror and almost dove straight back under the covers. There were bruises everywhere—my neck, wrists, waist. Everything hurt. Not just the aching muscle kind of hurt, but the type that made me pray for divine intervention from the goddess. And my throat? Goddess, it burned like hell. Sven had been thoughtful enough to lay my training gear on the bed and have breakfast sent up. My phone buzzed, and I practically lunged for it even though only one person had my number. Sven: Up already, princess? I stepped out for work. Will be back late, but early for dinner. I blinked at the screen. Did he just… text me to tell me about his day? Goddess, please tell me he didn’t misunderstand our situation and what last night was. I was just returning his kindness, that’s all. And maybe dodging his annoying questions about Dana before I lost it. I groaned, dragging my hand down my face as I took a sip of coffee. The heat burned down my sore throat, bu

Rayna~ Except orientation meant something other than showing me around the office, and letting me grow accustomed to my new work space, Sven made sure to work me to the bone. Orientation my fucking ass. After the grand tour, which by the way wasn't some friendly walkthrough but a full-on briefing, he practically dumped a mountain of documents on my tiny desk. “You should get acquainted with the business while you're here.” he said right after dumping them on my desk and dashed out almost immediately. I stared at the papers for a solid minute, hoping the words would magically start making sense. They didn't. It was just numbers, manifestos, export codes and shit I didn't fuck with. My brain was doing backflips just trying to keep up. By the time I got to the third page, the letters were practically dancing. Goddess, I wasn't cut out for this. I could just resign and focus on my future Luna duties, that was more my thing than this all crap. But Sven didn't underst

Rayna~My chair screeched against the floor as I stood so fast it nearly toppled. I barely felt my heels hitting the tiles as I ran toward the man standing by the door. My breath caught halfway.He was here—my brother was right here.“Ralph!” The name tore out of me, it rough and breathles. He turned at once, eyes widening before a smile broke across his face, arms opening wide. His shoulders dropped, relief washing over his features like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.My vision blurred, tears clouding my sight and for a second, I thought my legs might give out beneath me. The entrance suddenly felt too long, too far—but Ralph’s long strides closed the distance in a heartbeat."Ray," his voice was a choked exhale, filled with extreme relief.He pulled me into a fierce, breathless embrace, his arms tightening around me as if he feared I would disappear. "I finally found you."The dam broke and everything that I’d gone through came reeling back. My body shook as I clutched a

Rayna~ I never lied — that was one thing I prided myself on. My honesty. But tonight, standing between my brother and my captor, the lie slipped too easily. My fingers twitched at my sides, betraying my unease. Ralph looked at me in disbelief but didn’t push, his eyebrows raised slightly, the crease in his forehead deepening. Sven? His eyes looked… hurt. Like he already knew. A flicker of tension ran across his jaw, and the faint twitch of his nostrils told me he smelled the truth anyway. He hadn’t given me any reason to trust him, so why did that sting? “It’s getting late, Rayna,” he said finally, his voice cutting through the silence. “We should head back to the pack house.” A pause. “And Ralph—you’re welcome to spend the night.” Something was missing in his tone. The usual possession, the power, the smug control—gone. He even avoided looking at me as he spoke. “There’d be no need,” Ralph replied stiffly, arms folding across his chest. “I already booked a room.” He pulled m