บททั้งหมดของ He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

LYRAHis lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “What do you think about us playing a game right now, little Lyra?”The way his voice wrapped around those words made my stomach twist. That tone. That look. I already knew how his games ended and I was never the one who got to choose the rules.My throat tightened. “Please, no.” The words came out as a whisper before I found my voice. “I’m not interested in any game. I’m sorry.”I hated the way my voice shook, hated that he could smell the fear on me, and the way it made him smirk.“You don’t have a say here, little Lyra,” he said, his tone smooth as poison.Silence followed thick, sharp, heavy enough to choke on. He tilted his head, studying me the way a predator sizes up prey before striking. Then that smile dark and sinful spread wider across his lips.“What if,” he drawled, “we do something else instead?”Something else. The way he said it made the hair on my arms rise. My pulse pounded so fast I could hear it echoing in my ears.

LYRAThe sound of laughter filled the small office room as Josh and I stood by the printer. Paper slid out in warm stacks while we joked about how it always jammed at the wrong time. He was easy to talk to laid-back, funny, the kind of person who made a first day at work feel less terrifying.I guess that’s one thing about me I blend in fast. Smile, crack a few jokes, and suddenly it’s like I’ve known people for years. Josh and I had already discovered we shared the same hate for endless meetings and lukewarm coffee.But in the middle of our laughter, I felt it. That prickling heat on my skin. A stare sharp and unblinking.My voice caught in my throat as I lifted my gaze toward the glass wall of Malaki’s office.And there he was. Watching me.My stomach twisted. Had he been staring all this time? What did I do? Nothing at least, I thought so. But something about the cold fire in his eyes made guilt crawl up my spine for no reason at all.Then, slowly, he raised two fingers beckoning.

LYRAWhen he faced me again, the knife caught the light and glinted across his face, a cruel shimmer that made my stomach twist.Fear didn’t just crawl this time it settled deep, spreading through my bones like ice water. Because right then, I realized the truth that made my chest tighten he hadn’t decided yet who he was going to hurt first.My whole body started trembling as he walked toward me. Every step was slow, deliberate, heavy with control. He didn’t need to speak; the sound of his boots on the floor said enough. Each thud commanded attention, owned the silence, owned me.No… no, he wouldn’t use it on me. Would he? My breath hitched as sweat gathered along my hairline, sliding down my temple. By the time he stopped in front of me, my palms were slick, my chest tight.He bent forward, and his hand touched my forehead. His skin was warm too warm. “You’re sweating,” he said, voice low and mocking. The smirk that followed didn’t reach his eyes. He brushed a loose strand of hair fr

MALAKIAm I wicked? No. Am I evil? Not even close.Still, I make her flinch. I press the world against her ribs until she breathes shallow and quick. Years of blood and betrayal live in the hollow behind my eyes; they set my jaw, line my hands. When the memory comes pack torn apart under the new moon, hunters' blades flashing like laughter I feel the old heat behind my sternum, the kind that turns hunger into a slow, sweet ache. It curls in my gut and steadies my fingers. That ache is why I do what I do.I told myself once I would have married her. I promised, a stupid, foolish thing I said to a child who put her small hand on my chest and stopped me from falling. But then I learned Roland Nocturne’s name, and a coldness slid under my skin. The name tastes like iron. My pulse kicks faster at the memory of him how he stood when my pack bled, the way his voice cut clean through the night. Seeing his color in her eyes is a knife I carry with me constantly; with every blink it presses a l

LYRA“Don’t be afraid,” he said, his voice locking around mine like chains steady, fierce, unshakable. “I’ll protect you.”His arms wrapped around me, strong and sure, and I clung to him without thinking. His words shouldn’t have comforted me not coming from a man like him but somehow, they did. Maybe it was the way his heartbeat stayed calm against my chest, or how his breath brushed my hair like a promise I wasn’t sure he could keep.I shouldn’t feel safe with a monster. Yet, in that moment, I did.He lifted my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. Even in the dim light behind the carousel horse where we hid, his eyes burned with something wild dangerous but there was a strange warmth beneath it too, like a flicker of something human he didn’t want anyone to see.“I won’t let anybody hurt you. Not even once,” he whispered, his voice a low vow that melted through the chaos pounding outside. I nodded, because what else could I do? My body believed him before my mind had the chance to arg