บททั้งหมดของ He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

MALAKIThe office was silent, save for the faint hum of the city seeping through the glass walls. Every shadow seemed to lean closer, pressing against me. I stepped forward, each movement deliberate, my presence filling the room like a storm contained in amber. Mike was a mirror of his father smug tilt of the jaw, that glint in his eyes that spoke of predators, of arrogance, of trouble.Of course he was leading them.For a fraction of a second, the past tore itself open in my mind. Four hundred years ago… James. My enemy. My challenger. That night, the full moon had hung heavy in the sky, and every alpha in the city had come to challenge me, to test if strength alone could shatter me. They had unchained me, laughed in my face, dared me to fight.They had been wrong.Even restrained, even caged, I had been a storm. I remembered the sound: the shattering of bone, the tearing of sinew. Silence had followed in my wake, fear clawing at their hearts. And James… stubborn, foolish James, had

MALAKI“Boss… just like you predicted we know who’s behind everything.”Daniel’s voice cracked the air before he even shut the door. Sweat clung to his temples, his chest rising and falling like he’d sprinted the entire hallway. Whatever he discovered had shaken him.I let my fingers drift off the keyboard, closing the system with a soft click. The room dimmed, the glass walls reflecting my shadow like a second version of myself one already preparing for war.Daniel didn’t need to say a name. The air already told me. The tension already whispered it.Only one person would dare stand against me and think he could win.“My brother,” I said, my voice dropping to a cold murmur. “Kael.”Daniel swallowed hard. “Yes, boss.”I leaned back in my chair, gaze drifting to the ceiling as the past unfolded in cruel flashes. Kael’s first attempt sending a trembling assassin to slit my throat and Lyra’s. I still remembered the smell of the man’s fear, thick enough to choke on.Then the next blow leak

LAURAI step in front of Lyra before the guard’s fingers even reach for her. The move is instinct fast, sharp, fueled by something fierce sitting low in my stomach. My boots grip the tiled floor as if they’ve rooted themselves there. My hands hang loose at my sides, but every muscle in my body coils tight, buzzing like a drawn bowstring.“I’m not letting her go alone,” I say, steady and full. Not one tremor. “We started this together. We finish it together.”Lyra stands behind me, shaking so quietly only someone who listens for her heartbeat the way I do could notice. Her breath brushes my shoulder, thin and uneven.I tilt my head toward her just enough to whisper, “I brought you here. I’m not leaving you.”Her fear slides through me cold, sharp, almost metallic. It steals my breath for a second. My wolf senses it too and snarls inside my bones.Two of Malaki’s men wedge themselves between us, shoulders hard like stone walls. The moment their bodies force us apart, something tears ins

LAURA“How can you be so foolish… to challenge your alpha?” My father’s voice cut through the room like ice, sharp and cold. I froze, every nerve screaming, and instinctively glanced at my brother standing rigid beside me. His shoulders were tight, jaw clenched, and the cold glare in his eyes mirrored the helpless anger I felt crawling up my spine.If it weren’t for him if he hadn’t stormed into Malaki’s office and dragged me out I would never have let Malaki lay a hand on Lyra. My chest felt like it was being crushed, my lungs tightening. What is Lyra facing right now? The thought churned my stomach. Is he punishing her? I swallowed hard, trying to push back the fear clawing at me.“I won’t watch him treat my Lyra like she’s nothing,” I spat, my hands shaking, but my voice trembling with defiance. “He should let her go.”My father leaned back in his chair, the shadows of the room sharpening the hard lines on his face. His eyes narrowed, cold and calculating, and every muscle in his b

ADAMThe city welcomed me with a chill I didn’t miss. The skyline looked smaller, the lights dimmer, yet the air still carried that sharp, metallic warning I grew up breathing. Four years away, and the streets still called my name like a curse I couldn’t outrun.Malaki will sense me the moment my shadow touches his territory. He’ll stiffen, pretend it doesn’t bother him, pretend he didn’t miss the threat I bring with me. But he knows me too well. And I know him even better.Kael, too.That traitor will feel the shift.His wolf will twitch. His spine will tighten. His heartbeat will stutter the way it always did when he knew danger had returned.I clenched my jaw at his memory. My elder brother. My own blood. The first person who should have stood beside me. Instead, he was the reason the warmth in my chest froze into something cruel.Back then, I thought loyalty came with bloodlines. I thought family couldn’t stab you in the back without thinking twice. I was wrong. Kael didn’t hesita