All Chapters of He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The air was sharp with smoke and steel, carrying the bitter scent of blood. Shadows moved restlessly beneath the canopy of Helan Forest, where even the wind dared not whisper. “They’re weakest tonight,” Roland said, his voice low but burning with resolve. “The new moon strips them of their strength. No claws, no bite worth fearing. This is the night we end them.” His men shifted uneasily in the undergrowth, silver blades glinting faintly in the darkness. One of them swallowed hard. “Boss… it’s Malaki’s pack. They say even the strongest wolves kneel before him.” Roland’s gaze cut through the man like a blade. “Fear has no place here. You’re werewolf hunters. If he lives, none of us will. Tonight, we spill his pack’s blood. Tonight, Malaki Dragna falls.” The men answered with a shaky chorus, but their courage wavered at the name. When the hunters stormed the clearing, the silence shattered into chaos. Silver pierced flesh, wolves howled in agony, and the ground turned slick with bl

“Boss, she’s back,” Daniel said, his voice steady though his throat felt dry.Malaki didn’t look up from the window, the skyline reflecting in his dark eyes. “Good. Send her a job offer. She’ll be my new assistant. That’s the only way I can keep her close.”Daniel’s stomach twisted. His fingers curled around the folder he was holding as if it could anchor him. “But… boss, that’s my position. I’m your personal assistant.” His voice cracked at the end, betraying the fear he tried to bury. Did this mean he was being replaced—for her?Malaki finally turned, his expression unreadable but his voice soft with finality. “No, Daniel. You’ll still handle my work. She won’t do much—I just want her near me.”Daniel swallowed hard, jealousy burning like acid in his chest. He had worked years for Malaki, proven his loyalty a hundred times. And yet, for the woman he loved in silence, he was nothing more than a shadow.Since the night Malaki had first seen Lyra—ten years old, wide-eyed, and full of f

LYRA“We meet again.”The words slid through the room like smoke, curling around me before I could brace myself. His voice was deep, low, and too familiar like a song I’d forgotten but somehow knew the rhythm to.My spine stiffened. We meet again?No. That wasn’t possible. I’d never seen him before today.“Sorry, sir… have we met?” My voice trembled before I caught it. I tried to sound steady, but it came out like a whisper lost in his presence.He stood from behind his desk with deliberate slowness. His movements weren’t rushed they were calculated, confident, the kind that made your instincts scream run, even as your body refused to obey. The air in the room shifted with him, thickening until it felt like I was breathing heat.Each step he took stole space between us. My back hit the wall before I even realized I was moving. My pulse pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. He was close enough now that I could catch the faint scent of cedar and smoke. Masculine. Dangerous. Addict

LYRAHe took a slow step forward, his shoes silent against the marble floor. The air between us shifted thick, sharp like a warning.“I asked you a question,” he said, voice low and smooth, yet laced with something that made my stomach twist.Malaki’s eyes were like winter cold, unreadable, dangerous. Each step he took toward me sent waves of goosebumps across my skin. My breath caught when he stopped just inches away, his scent wrapping around me like smoke.“I asked you a question,” he murmured. The quietness of his voice was worse than a shout it crawled beneath my skin, demanding an answer.“Babe, are you okay?” David’s voice came through the phone, warm and steady, a small thread of normal in a room that suddenly didn’t feel safe.My lips parted, but my voice was gone. Every word I could’ve said got caught somewhere in my throat.Malaki’s gaze didn’t waver. It was sharp, unblinking like he could peel away the layers I hid behind and find something I didn’t want him to see.“Cut t

LYRAPain exploded across my ribs. I gagged on it and tried to pull away, but two hands clamped around my upper arms and hauled me along. The corridor blurred; someone’s boot scraped the tile at my feet. Behind us, Malaki walked with the patient stillness of a man who never raised his voice his shoulders loose, his gold eyes fixed straight ahead like sunlight through glass. He didn’t look guilty. He looked inevitable.“Stop please, stop!” I barked. My voice came out too high, raw. The two men hauling me didn’t answer. Their grips were professional, as if they’d practiced this motion a thousand times.The air grew colder as we descended. A smell hit me old dust and something metallic, like the bottom of a neglected sink. Light thinned; the stairwell opened into a room that smelled of bleach and fear. A heavy door swung inward and bodies moved me through it.The basement swallowed light.The single bulb above swung on its wire, its glow slicing through the dark like a trembling heartbea