บททั้งหมดของ Slave To The Mafia Alpha: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Rayna~ The sweet smell of the chamomile tea in my hand hit my nose as I brought it to the tip of my lip. The taste filled my tongue, warm and soothing, easing the ache pulsing behind my temples. Yup, a cup of Chamomile a day does keep the doctor away. My body still hurt terribly from today’s training, but it wasn't as bad as yesterday. The bruises throbbed with every small movement, a reminder of how intense it had been. And while Reeves apologized, I just couldn't overlook his hurtful actions. He did beat the crap out of me yesterday — and threatened me too. It was messing with my head. He didn't have any right to get mad at me for being sexual with Sven. Sure, I used him to rile Sven up a bit, but he’d be a damned fool to think I wanted him. He wasn’t that foolish. Nobody here in DarkBlood was. They were all loyal to Sven, and truthfully, only a madman would want to be on his bad side. “Fancy seeing you here,” a feminine voice shrieked from behind me, slicing through

Venus~ In all my years in this pack, Sven had never shouted at me—much less chosen someone over me. Not when I screwed up. Not when I went against orders. Even then, he’d just send me off to Reeves for discipline because he couldn’t bring himself to hurt me. And now, because of a wolfless omega, he shouted at me. “I told you to stop,” Sai muttered under her breath, shrinking under Sven’s hard stare. “Shut. It.” I snapped in my head, jaw locking so tight it ached. He didn’t say a word to me after that witch left. Not even a glance. The silence pressed on my chest, suffocating. “Look,” I started, my voice unsteady despite how hard I tried to sound calm. “I know you’re mad at me, but I would never do anything to endanger the pack.” Sven’s expression didn’t soften. His voice was low, clipped, controlled—but it hit harder than any shout. “Then why, Venus? Have I given you so much leverage that you think my decisions can be questioned?” “I don’t think that,” I blurted out, shaking

Sven~“Stop fucking pacing around!” Reeves barked, making Venus freeze mid-step.“Fuck you, Reeves,” she shot back, eyes blazing.I watched them squabble like children and let the noise wash over me until I forced my eyes back down to the photos splayed across the table.Twelve dead wolves from my pack.Twelve.Vuk’s growl rumbled through my chest like an engine. Someone has to fucking pay, he spat, teeth bared against the words.Everything was wrong. Nothing made sense.It couldn’t have been the Arabs — from the way they died, it was another wolf. If not an entire pack of them.But from how swift they worked, they had to know the exact locations of every camera we had in the woods.And how to bypass them. Which meant only one thing.It was someone inside.My jaw locked. I shoved the photos aside and stood so fast the chair scraped back, steel in my movement.“Seal the perimeter. No one leaves the compound without my say. Lockdown, now.”My voice cut through the room like a blade.Ree

Rayna~The sun spilled into the room, nearly blinding me.No. No. It couldn’t be morning already.I turned onto my other side, hoping it would coax me back to Dreamland—but no such luck.The sunlight burned harder on the side of the bed, relentless.I planted my face into what I thought was a pillow before pulling away, squinting as my eyes adjusted.I was still in Sven’s office.They darted around the room until they landed on him—still in the same clothes from last night, and now he was on the phone, deep in conversation.I peered over, trying to catch at least some of what he was saying, but it all sounded like gibberish—like he’d switched to a whole other language.Since when was Sven bilingual?I stared, completely transfixed, as the foreign words rolled off his tongue—smooth, deep, and annoyingly attractive.If I ever thought he was hot before, well… he just got hotter.His legs were crossed casually, one over the other, and then—oh, Goddess—he laughed.A low, husky sound that m

Rayna~My heart nearly dropped straight to the floor the moment we stepped into the hall. The music was loud, pulsing through the air, and the chatter of voices made it worse.Sven’s hands were firm at my waist steady, grounding but also a little too tight, like he was silently warning the world to stay back.“So,” I whispered, leaning in, my voice barely cutting through the noise, “you know, uh… parties aren’t really my thing.”He grunted out a low laugh, the sound rough and warm. His gaze swept the crowd like a predator scanning for threats—or prey.“Neither are they mine,” he muttered, jaw tight. Then, with a glance down at me, softer, “Just stay by my side, princess. You’ll be fine.”I nodded quickly, swallowing hard, trying not to trip over my own nerves or my heels as we walked.Goddess, the place reeked of humans. The scent hit me like a wave, thick and overwhelming.Weird. My sense of smell had always been… off. Muted. But now it was strong, sharp even like someone had flipped