Todos os capítulos de Slave To The Mafia Alpha: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Rayna~ The bells of the cathedral sounded so loud my heart nearly stopped. I reached out for my phone, the screen blinding me as I checked the time. 02:32 A.M. I didn’t know when I fell asleep. After Sven stormed out, I hugged my pillow tightly but still didn’t contact Ralph. I couldn’t bring myself to. I've grown to love this pack and the people in it too. Sven was not in bed. His side was cold and proved it was untouched for hours. My stomach tightened instantly, and a soft panic curled up my spine. I sat up, suddenly aware of every sound in the room. The wind rattled against the window, the faint hum of the heating filled the air, and even my own breathing felt too loud. Where was he? He never slept out of our room. Even if it was just for a couple of hours, he always stayed in bed. Was he really that upset at the idea of me leaving? He would have at least sent a text or called, but now, there was nothing. The silence pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. I push

Sven~Not witchcraft? I turned to her, grabbing her elbow. "What do you mean?"Freya shook her arm out of my grip, eyes sharp. "I mean your beta isn't being enchanted by witches, but was drugged."My mind stalled for a second, drugged. That was an entirely different threat. My stomach tightened, a heavy pressure spreading through my chest. "By what?" If Arnaldo was involved then this meant war. She moved around the table, fingers brushing over Reeves’s cheek. He flinched at the contact, breathing uneven. Freya studied him closely, her expression locked somewhere between annoyance and concern."His pulse is too fast," she muttered. "The shake in his hands isn't a magical cause. It's chemical, like withdrawal. Something strong enough to tamper with his senses and push him to act on his impulses."I stared at Reeves. His jaw clenched, then slackened, like he couldn’t hold any tension for more than a second. He wasn’t fighting a spell. He was fighting his own body.Vuk growled inside me

Rayna~Sven walked through the door without pausing for a second. The moment he reached me, he scooped me into a long, tight hug."You're safe," he whispered, his voice low and steady, pressing me close as if letting me go for even a second was not an option.I froze. This did not make any sense. Sven was holding me like this, the raw intensity in him, I mean this was a Vuk thing, not that I was complaining. I pulled back slightly, blinking at him."Sven…" I started, but he cut me off immediately."Do not leave us," he said, his voice firm, urgent. His hands stayed on my arms, steadying me, making sure I understood.I froze, the weight of his words pressing down. "I… I’m not going anywhere," I whispered.Being away from him for night showed me how much importance he held in my life.He nodded once, as if that small confirmation was enough. His chest rose and fell quickly, but the tension in his body eased just a little.Just then, Reeves walked in, clearing his throat. I froze. My st

Rayna~ I almost pitied the invader when I saw her shaking in fear. When Vivek stormed in all sweating and panting, talking about an invader, I was convinced it was one of the wolves responsible for the killings within the pack. But a mere human? And one who shook with fear in Sven’s presence. “No torture!” she cried, “I speak… I speak.” I bent down to her level and touched her shoulder. “You just have to tell us the truth.” She nodded but every time Sven’s eyes met hers she became consumed by her terror all over again and she could not get a word out. “Look at me,” I told her in the softest voice I could manage. I could hear Sven make disapproving noises in his throat. He did not like my approach but I had the feeling that Vivian was not going to open up if he kept threatening her. The poor human being looked like she was about to fucking pass out. “You can talk to me. Why is a human disguised as a werewolf among the staff of the Dark blood pack?” My tone was gentle and fir

Sven~I mind linked Carlos and Reeves. “Westend, now!” Then I mind linked Venus, telling her to continue the search for the human girl in the palace. “Our pretty princess cannot go in those clothes,” I looked at what Rayna was wearing, a gown that accentuated her curves and dropped just above her knees. “You need to change into some proper clothes,” I told her and she frowned. “What's wrong with what I'm wearing?” she asked. “Everything.” She glanced down at her clothes then looked back at me, a small frown on my face. "It's decent." She whined. There was no doubt it was decent in here dictionary but that wouldn't fly for what we were about to face in Westend. "Princess, remember when we went camping?" Her eyes instantly widened at the memory, and then she sprinted up the stairs before I could get another word out. **** “They just left,” Carlos commented upon seeing the mess that had been left behind. I looked around and tried to decipher what kind of creatures had done t