He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 97

LAURASomething was wrong.Sleep refused to claim me. I lay on my back, eyes fixed on the faint crack in the ceiling, counting breaths that refused to steady. Each inhale felt shallow, incomplete, like my lungs were stopping short of where they should reach. The silence pressed in thick, unnatural so quiet it rang.There was an ache beneath my ribs, not sharp enough to call pain, not soft enough to ignore. A hollow pull, as if something vital had slipped loose inside me while I wasn’t looking.I pressed my palm to my chest, feeling the uneven rhythm beneath my skin.My body was whole.And yet it felt like it wasn’t.Adam came to me without warning. Not his voice. Not his smile. Just the weight of his presence, sudden and undeniable, settling deep in my bones. Familiar. Grounding. Dangerous.Mine.The realization sent my heart into a frantic beat, fast and uneven, like it was trying to outrun my thoughts. It had never reacted this way before. Never reached. Never answered.I swung my l

JOHN She stepped back like I’d struck her. “No.” Laura’s voice cut sharp, her eyes flaring with something wild. “If only you knew what I saw.” The night seemed to close in around us. My chest tightened as I met her gaze. I knew that look—had feared it since we were children. It was the look she got after a vision, when whatever she’d seen refused to let her breathe. She wasn’t here with me anymore. She was already running, already chasing Adam through blood and darkness. I couldn’t let her go. I moved closer, careful not to spook her, every step measured. My heart hammered so hard it drowned out the sounds of the park the wind, the distant traffic, even my own thoughts. “Laura” She shook her head fiercely, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Adam needs me.” Her voice cracked, and that almost broke me. “I know,” I whispered, the words tasting like ash. The choice burned through me in a single, unbearable second. Protect her… or lose her. “I’m sorry, sister.” My hand came down f

LYRAThe sword rested against the stone altar, half-buried in shadow. It didn’t move. It didn’t glow. Yet it felt awake watching.My chest tightened as my gaze locked onto it. The air around the altar felt heavier, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. Each breath I took pulled me closer without my feet moving at all. The longer I stared, the harder it became to look away. It wasn’t calling out in words, but something beneath my skin responded, restless and urgent. My fingers twitched at my side, nerves humming, aching to close around the hilt.“What do we need it for?”Laura’s voice sliced through the tension. The invisible pull snapped, and I blinked, the room rushing back into focus. I turned toward her. Malaki stood at her side, tall and still, his expression carefully blank. His eyes lingered on Laura for only a moment before returning to me steady, searching, knowing.“The sword will be used by Lyra.”Silence followed. Thick. Pressing.The words settled into my bones,

KAEL“And be ready to die.”Lyra didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.The words landed anyway clean, final, heavy as a blade laid against my throat.I should have laughed. The sound was already forming in my chest, practiced and cruel. A reminder to her, to myself, that power still answered my name. That the Moon Goddess could favor her all she liked she was human. Skin and bone. Easy to break.The laugh never came.My spine stiffened instead. Something cold slid beneath my scales, not fear exactly, but the echo of it old, buried, unwelcome. My eyes stayed on Lyra, combing her for cracks. A tremor. A hesitation.There was nothing.She stood too still. Too certain. As if the ground itself had decided not to move without her permission.Lycanis Arcanum at her side barely registered. I knew that threat. Knew the shape of it, the weight, the ending. I could end her with a thought if I wished. I was Nyxcoil. Ruin followed where I chose to walk.But Lyra’s voice lingered.It didn’t f