บททั้งหมดของ He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

LAURA I had to find Adam. The thought pressed against my chest, steady and unforgiving, like a second pulse that refused to slow. Every breath felt borrowed. Every pause felt dangerous. I didn’t question it I couldn’t. Whatever stood between me and him didn’t matter anymore. The night wrapped around me, quiet and heavy. Too quiet. I didn’t hear footsteps. Didn’t catch a scent. Nothing until “Laura.” My body reacted before my mind did. “Laura.” The sound cut through the darkness, sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. I turned so fast my vision swayed, my heart crashing hard against my ribs. John. He stood a few steps away, unmoving, his shoulders squared, his expression carved from stone. The anger in his eyes wasn’t loud it was controlled, restrained, and far more terrifying for it. My feet shifted back on instinct. Behind him, black cars lined the road, engines silent. His guards stood spaced out, alert, watching the surroundings like predators waiting for a command

ADAM Footsteps echoed beyond the walls. Not Kael’s. The sound was wrong too light, too deliberate. Whoever it was moved without fear, without hesitation. Someone who belonged here. A traitor. The thought sent a sharp pulse through my chest. I tried to turn my head, to track the sound, but my body didn’t answer. Not even a twitch. Heat still burned through my veins, slow and vicious, like poison refusing to settle. I lay there, breathing, counting each inhale like it might be my last. Kael leaned in close. I felt him before I heard him the warmth of his breath, the faint scent of iron clinging to him. “I can feel it,” he murmured. “That panic crawling inside you.” My jaw locked. My heart hammered harder, betraying me. “You’re thinking about it already,” he continued, almost amused. “About how I’ll do it. About what it takes to pull a heart from a living body.” My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning everything else. I forced myself to stare at him, to give him nothing. He l

MALAKI One of my men collapsed without a sound. No cry. No struggle. Just his knees buckling as if something invisible had cut the strength from his bones. The thud echoed too loudly in the silence. My chest tightened. Kael. He was close. Close enough for fear to move before flesh ever did. I scanned the room, every instinct screaming. My fingers curled into fists as my gaze locked on the door. The air had thickened, pressing against my skin, crawling along my spine like something alive. Each breath tasted wrong cold, bitter, poisoned. “Kael!” I roared, my voice tearing through the stillness. “Show yourself!” Laughter answered me. Not loud. Not wild. Low. Controlled. Amused. It slipped into my ears and slid down my spine, sharp as a blade dragged slowly across skin. “I know you’re coming, brother,” Kael’s voice said, smooth and certain. “Marching into my den like you still believe you can win.” The door creaked. Slowly. On its own. Darkness poured out, swallowing the

EREBUS The Moon Goddess’s eyes bore into me, flames of silver and fury burning through the shadows. “I should have killed you then,” she hissed, her voice sharp, cutting through the stillness like a blade. I stepped closer, letting the darkness coil around me like living smoke, tendrils licking at the air, hungry. “But you didn’t, sister,” I said, my voice low, calm but beneath it, rage throbbed like a pulse in my veins. “Instead, you slaughtered my servants… and caged me for centuries.” Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, fragile yet defiant. “I… I did that to protect my other half,” she whispered, each word trembling as fear tried to break through her composure. I laughed. The sound was harsh, metallic, scraping against the silence. Shadows rippled and swirled around me, flickering like dark flames in the cold light of the moon. “That,” I said, letting the words sink into the night, “was your mistake.” Her eyes widened, pupils shrinking with a flash of doubt, a cr

MALAKI I didn’t hesitate. I dropped into a crouch in front of Kael and caught his chin, forcing his face up. His skin was clammy beneath my fingers. Each breath he took rattled in his chest, uneven and shallow, blood seeping into the dirt beneath him like a dark stain the earth was eager to swallow. My hand shifted midair. Bone snapped. Skin stretched. Pain rippled up my arm as claws tore free, long and glinting, silvered by the moonlight above us. “This ends tonight,” I said softly. His mouth curved just barely. A smile. I struck. My claw tore through flesh and bone, straight into his chest. The impact jolted up my arm. The sound was thick and wet, a noise that would haunt quieter nights. When I pulled my hand back, his heart came with it. It twitched once. Twice. Then stilled. Kael’s body sagged forward, yet his eyes never left mine. Blood pooled at his lips, spilling down his chin as he laughed a weak, broken sound. “You killed me, brother,” he rasped. “But this…” His