All Chapters of He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MALAKIThe air in the room tasted like ozone and burnt hair. I lunged across the floor, my pulse thundering in my ears. Laura was a heap of pale, shivering limbs against the cold stone. Without a word, I snatched a heavy wool blanket from a nearby chair, the fabric snapping through the air before I draped it over her, hiding the shame of what had just unfolded.But she wasn't the one who held my breath hostage.I turned, my boots skidding as I reached Lyra. She was a statue carved from ice. Her eyes were fixed on a void, glassed over and unnervingly wide. When I brushed my fingers against her forearm, her skin felt unnaturally cool. No flinch. No shiver. It was as if she had hollowed herself out, leaving her body behind as a shell while her spirit fled the horror of the room.My mind was a jagged mess of contradictions. A human? A master to the Lycanis Arcanum? It defied every law etched into our history, yet the scent of ancient power still clung to her clothes, thick and suffocating

MALAKIThe heavy oak door didn't just open; it slammed against the stopper with a crack that echoed like a gunshot. Daniel, my assistant, stumbled in, his face the color of bleached bone. He looked like a man who had seen a ghost and was terrified he was about to become one. He stood by my mahogany desk, his chest heaving, his eyes darting toward the floor as if the floorboards might swallow him whole."Speak," I rumbled. The word was low, the vibration rattling the amber liquid in the scotch glass at my elbow."Boss... your brother," he managed, his voice cracking like dry parchment. "He’s gone. He’s out of the basement. We scrubbed the CCTV nothing. No shadows, no glitches. It’s as if the stone walls just spat him out."I didn’t roar. I didn’t flip the desk. Instead, I felt a cold, clinical stillness settle over me, a frost that started in my marrow and worked its way out. I had planned for Kael’s heart to stop beating in that cellar. He was a cancer on this pack, a man who had trad

MALAKIHer scream tore out of her as the shift collapsed inward. Bones snapped, joints grinding as fur melted back into skin. She stumbled, barely catching herself before she fell. When the change finally released her, she stood exposed beneath the trees, moonlight carving pale lines across her body.She crossed her arms, shaking violently.Not from the cold.From me.Power was never kind. It stripped before it strengthened.Her gaze lifted slowly, eyes glassy, raw. “Please,” she breathed, the word barely holding together before she dropped to her knees. Wet earth soaked into her skin as she bowed her head. “Don’t tell my husband.”The word hit like a spark to dry leaves.Husband.Roland.The name alone tightened something sharp and vicious in my chest. The man whose hands were stained with blood he pretended not to see. The man I intended to erase.I looked down at her and felt nothing soften.“Why?” My voice stayed level. Too calm. “Why does he scare you this much?”Her head jerked

LYRA“Please please let me go!”The scream ripped through me before I could stop it, scraping my throat raw as it bounced off iron and came back wrong twisted, чужer, like it didn’t belong to me anymore. My foot caught as I staggered back, and my hands slammed into metal.Cold. Unforgiving.I dragged my palms along it, nails catching, skin burning. Bars. Thick ones. Curved inward.A cage.My lungs forgot how to work. Air rushed in too fast, too shallow, as my chest locked tight. I grabbed the bars with both hands and shook them until the sting in my palms turned sharp, until my arms ached.Nothing moved.“No… no, no…” The words leaked out, thin and broken.Sleep was the last thing I remembered. Soft sheets. The quiet hum of safety. Darkness that had wrapped around me instead of swallowing me whole.Now the darkness felt alive.It clung to my skin, damp and heavy, smelling of rust and soil and something sour underneath. Fear, maybe. Mine.Why would Malaki do this?The question cut deep

MALAKI"Why would she choose you?" I growled, the words feeling like shards of glass in my throat. "Of all the souls in this world... why you?"Lyra’s face crumpled, her eyes searching mine for an answer I didn't have. She looked small, swallowed by a darkness that wasn’t her making. It wasn't her fault, but my desperation didn't care about fairness. I needed her to be the bridge. I needed the Moon Goddess to look me in the eye and explain why she had branded this girl like cattle. Deep inside, the silence of my wolf was deafening a hollow, aching void where his powerful snarl used to live. He was there, buried under layers of ice, but he wouldn't speak to me.I reached out, my fingers trembling as they neared her face. Lyra flinched, her breath hitching in a jagged sob."Close your eyes," I commanded. My voice left no room for argument.She obeyed, her lashes fluttering shut against her pale cheeks. I leaned in, pressing my forehead firmly against hers. The moment our skin met, the M