All Chapters of He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MALAKI The air in the study tasted of old parchment and the metallic tang of unsheathed steel. I didn’t stop my pacing, the movement was the only thing keeping the wolf beneath my skin from ripping its way out. Kael had always been a student of agony. He knew a direct strike against me was a fool’s errand, so he’d gone for the throat he’d gone for Lyra. She was the only thing keeping my frayed humanity from unraveling into a mess of teeth and claws. My brother wasn't just looking for a win; he was looking to hear the snap of my soul when he finally broke her. The floorboards shrieked under my boots, a rhythmic, haunting sound that mirrored the drumming in my chest. My men were statues against the wood-paneled walls, their shadows dancing like jagged blades under the flickering amber lamps. With every turn I made, the oxygen in the room felt thinner, sucked out by the heat of my own fury. "Boss. It’s tonight," Romano said. The words cut through the tension like a physical blow

ADAM“Step back, Adam.”The warning rolled through the clearing like thunder.Cold. Certain.“Because we both know how this ends you dead.”I didn’t move.Instead, a slow smile curved my lips as I glanced past him, letting my gaze drag over the gathered alphas. Their wolves stirred beneath their skin restless, uneasy. Good.“Are you sure?” I asked lightly, grinding the words out as if this were nothing more than a game. “Absolutely sure?”He took a step toward me.Confusion flickered in his eyes, brief but unmistakable. He was trying to see inside my head. Digging. Searching.Fuck off, Kael. You can’t read me.My wolf pushed the words out, sharp and deliberate.Kael’s jaw tightened. His eyes darkened.What are you planning, Adam? His voice slid into my mind like a blade.I met his stare and let my smile sharpen.You’ll find out soon enough.I turned fully to the alphas angry, proud men who had dragged themselves into these woods for one woman.Laura.They didn’t even realize it yet.“

ADAM“We still have unfinished business, brother.”The words were steady when I said them. They didn’t feel steady once they left my mouth.Kael’s laughter burst out, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the walls like this was all some private joke. He tilted his head back, amused genuinely amused and that alone made something crawl up my spine.He moved closer. One step. Then another. Until the space between us disappeared.His breath brushed my ear.“Which one?” he asked softly. “The day Malaki sent you far away? Or when I took your mate from you?”I stiffened.He lingered, savoring it, then smiled like he’d saved the best part for last.“Or when I killed your mother for sticking her nose into my business?”Something inside me shifted off balance, like the ground had tilted beneath my feet.My chest locked up. I tried to breathe and couldn’t, my lungs refusing to cooperate. I stared at him, searching his face, waiting for the laugh, the lie, the just kidding.It never came.What the

MALAKIThe iron gates shrieked against the pavement, a harsh greeting as I steered the car onto the crunching gravel of the driveway. In the glow of the headlights, John’s silhouette stood unmoving. He was a statue carved from shadows, guarding the main entrance with a tension that radiated off him in waves.I cut the engine, letting the silence of the estate settle. The night air was crisp, biting at my skin as I stepped out and reached for the passenger side. Rose was motionless, her body heavy and limp as I tucked her against my chest. Her head fell into the crook of my neck, her breath a faint, warm flutter against my skin the only sign she wasn't a porcelain doll.John’s head dipped in a stiff bow, but his eyes betrayed him. They locked onto Rose, his pupils blown wide with a mix of shock and confusion."You’re back early," I said, my voice barely a whisper, a sharp contrast to the thunder in my chest."Yes, Alpha," John said, snapping his focus back to me, though his hands twitc

LYRAI had witnessed Laura’s transformation a dozen times the sickening crunch of shifting vertebrae and the familiar gold of her wolf’s gaze. But this was no longer a metamorphosis; it was an erasure. The atmosphere in the small, locked room thickened, turning ionized and heavy, until the very air hummed against my skin. Static danced along my arms, pulling at every fine hair, signaling a storm I couldn't escape.I threw myself at the oak door, my fists colliding with the wood in a frantic, uneven rhythm. I hammered until the skin on my knuckles split, staining the dark grain with smears of crimson, but the door swallowed my screams. It felt less like wood and more like a tombstone. "Help! Someone, please!" My voice didn't even leave the room; it just died against the cold stone walls, mocking me with its own echo.A vibration began deep beneath the floorboards a low, tectonic rumble that I felt in my teeth before I heard it with my ears. I turned, my breath hitching in a throat tha