All Chapters of Slave To The Mafia Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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71. Had Enough Of Her Bullshit

Rayna I hated the woods, I hated being in the forest entirely, but I forced myself to breathe through it while standing next to Sven. With him it felt a little safer… until it didn’t. I don’t know who the fuck that person was, but the way they moved, the way they melted into the shadows and avoided being seen… it reminded me of Hunter Grey. Which made no sense. Hunter was dead. Or at least he should be. I felt him for a moment. My brain kept insisting that it wasn’t him, that it wasn’t even physically possible, but my instincts didn’t care about logic. Dana killed him that night. I watched it happen. So how could he be here? How could anything feel this familiar? Moon goddess, why is my past clawing its way back to me now? “What do you think, Princess?” Sven asked. I blinked hard, dragging myself out of the spiral clawing at the back of my skull. We were sitting at the edge of the bed, the stupid note stretched out between us like it held all the answers in the worl

72. I Fucking Hate Her

Venus~ I hate her with my guts. I fucking hate her, but damn, she hits like a freight train. I brushed a stray drop of blood off my nose, grimacing. Fuck… that might be broken. I laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that felt good rolling off my tongue. Before I could even think, I swung, my fist connecting with her jaw. The smack echoed in the kitchen, and a spark of satisfaction shot through me. Damn it. That felt… good. But it also hurt. My knuckles throbbed, my nose stung, and my pride was bruised. I wasn’t done yet. She staggered, but the bitch didn’t fall. Of course she didn’t. Rayna came right back at me, grabbing the front of my shirt and shoving me into the counter hard enough to rattle the plates. Pain shot up my spine, but I welcomed it. It kept me sharp. I snarled and lunged, slamming my shoulder into her. We crashed into the edge of the island, her hip hitting with a dull thud. She hissed through her teeth, and that tiny win lit something violent in my chest. Sh

73. Gorgeous Alpha

Rayna~ I was boiling, my blood a wildfire I couldn’t contain. I was running mad, pure, unfiltered rage. Fuck! Fuck! I paced the room, fists clenching and unclenching like I was trying to crush the air itself. I couldn’t even get a goddamn meal because of that bitch! Venus… that smug, infuriating, insufferable little Delta. She thought she could walk in, throw punches, and make me look weak? No. Not happening. Not to me. Goddess, she wasn't even of royalty and yet she felt she could downgrade me. I threw myself onto the bed, letting the mattress absorb some of the heat. My heart hammered in my chest, my stomach twisting into knots of frustration. I wanted… no, needed… to make her pay. To show her exactly why she had no place in Sven's life, fuck I missed Dana. She'd enjoy making that little bitch pay. And by the goddess I'd enjoy every bit of it. The door opened slowly. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Sven.“Princess, I could smell your rage from outside,” he said, h

74. Get Your Water

Sven She sat on the counter like a little kid, legs dangling and swinging lightly, humming under her breath as if she hadn’t nearly tried to rip someone’s throat out an hour ago. The sight dragged a quiet laugh from my chest before I could stop it. She didn’t even notice she had my full attention. She was too busy watching the pan like it was some rare spectacle. Her cheeks still carried the heat of anger, her hair was a chaotic halo from the fight, but her eyes… those eyes had settled, softened, glowing under the warm kitchen lights. Goddess, she had no idea what she did to me. She was a masterpiece crafted with ridiculous precision, and every detail of her pulled me in like a damn magnet. Her every look, the permanent warmth of her smile and those grey eyes? They were a beautiful torment, a powerful taunt that consumes me completely. I moved around the island, rolling my sleeves higher to keep them out of the way. Her gaze trailed after the motion, slow and intentional, like

75. I Said So

Reeves ~ Bottle water my ass. I had to chant it in my head daily like some sacred mantra, that she was the future Luna, Sven's woman and ex mate. Off limits. But before she was anyone’s anything, she was mine. She should have been mine. Watching them in that kitchen, her perched on the counter like she had finally found somewhere soft to land, and him looking at her like she was the whole damn moon. Yeah. It scraped something raw inside me. Gods they said they hated each other but by the goddess it was evident that they didn't. Those two looked like they were destined to be. Fuck it, my palm curled into a fist. I couldn't feel this way, I shouldn't. Why did the goddess have to be so darn cruel. Rayna was mine, my fucking... I can't even bring myself to say it. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it. I couldn’t focus on anything except the mess in my chest. The buzzing stopped for a second, then started again, louder, more persistent. “Fuck,” I mutt

76. His Mate

Sven~ I had never seen Reeves like this before. The set of his jaw, the rigid line of his shoulders, the way his fists clenched until the veins stood out. He looked ready to tear the entire place apart just to make a point. And then he shoved me. The push was sharp and direct, more instinct than thought, and it lit something in the air between us. His eyes were locked on mine, burning with a possessiveness he could not hide. It wasn’t just anger. It was territorial. Primitive. He wanted me nowhere near her, and he was not shy about it. I steadied myself but didn’t back up. I let him feel that I wasn’t intimidated. He wasn’t the only one here with authority. "What gives you the right to tell me, your alpha, when to touch his future Luna?" The words came out of me before I could check my tone. They were low, clipped, and meant to remind him of the real hierarchy in this room. He was seething, chest rising and falling like he was holding himself together by the thinnest thread. My

77. Fuck Me. Please

Rayna~ I couldn’t process any of it. The kiss. The fight. The shouting. Nothing made sense anymore. I crouched down, pressing a hand to my side where Vuk’s hit had landed, wincing at the sharp ache that burned through me. Before I could even catch my breath, Vuk was there. He scooped me up effortlessly, arms strong and protective, his gaze locked on Reeves. “Stay back,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. I wanted to argue, to tell him I was fine, but even through the pain I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, a warning not to test him. And there I was, caught in the middle, heart hammering in confusion. I liked Vuk, yes, but… I liked Reeves too. Goddess, how was I supposed to choose between a beta and an alpha? How was I supposed to make sense of any of this when it all felt like it was tearing me in two? My fingers dug into Vuk’s chest, trying to steady myself even as my mind spun with everything I couldn’t untangle. I didn’t know what was worse—the fight, the

78. Can We Talk?

Rayna~ I woke up to Sven’s arm draped over my waist, a small smile spreading across my face as yesterday replayed in my mind. Vuk had actually played games with me, which was surprising for a moment. He bought and fixed a television for the room, grabbed a stack of board games so we had something to do while the fixers worked, and made sure dinner was brought up. He even skipped the sacred family meals for me, although the fight could have been the real reason behind it. And when night finally came, he talked me to sleep. Literally. I looked back at Sven, still fast asleep, trying to guess which version of him I would face when he woke. I attempted to slip out of his grip, but he only pulled me tighter against him. His hardened cock pressed against my ass crack. Fuck. The more I tried to pull away, the more he dragged me back into him. His grip tightened around me like he could feel my thoughts slipping toward the door, careful enough to evade my ribs. “Don't leave, little me

79. You're My Mate, Rayna

Rayna~ Reeves looked beaten down, like he had not slept in weeks. His eyes were low, his hair ruffled, and he carried so much exhaustion in his aura. Like a dejected pup. I pointed to the couch. "Take a seat." He glanced at it, nodded, and sat. His eyes dragged over me, lingering on Sven's shirt like he was two seconds from tearing it off my body with sheer willpower alone and that alone is enough to tighten my grip on it. "Go on," I said. "Uhm..." He scratched the back of his head, hesitant and awkward. I had never seen him this shy in my life. "For starters, I am sorry. I should not have kissed you without your consent." At least he knew. I did not respond. Instead, I unlocked my phone, typed Ralph a good morning text, and looked back up at Reeves, waiting for him to continue. He didn't say a word, his eyes moved around the room taking it in like it was the first time he'd been here. What was with the suspense? I paused my thumbing on my phone, arms crossed, givi

80. Lying

Rayna~ I didn't feel the connection, the bond he was so adamant we shared, not even an ounce of butterflies erupting in my stomach. I shoved him back, not even giving myself a moment to breathe. “I am not your mate, Reeves. Stop this madness already.” My voice tore out of me, raw, my chest rising and falling as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stared like I’d slapped him. “What… what?” Did he really think a kiss was going to magically bind me to him? That I would melt just because he decided it was convenient? “Get out of my room, Reeves.” “Rayna, you don’t—” “For the love of the goddess,” I snapped, the fury burning pure through me, “we literally just talked about you not kissing me without permission. And now you do the exact same fucking thing.” He ruffled his hair, fingers digging in with frustration. "Look, I'm sorry, but I couldn't just stand here and let you reject me without even giving us a chance."I crossed my arms, chest tight, eyes narrowed. “This on

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