marked by the mafia alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 164

Chapter — The OfferThe vampire territory had one entrance.One road. One gate. One checkpoint that every living thing that wanted to cross it had to pass through first.Aurora walked through it alone.No weapons. No escort. No announcement. Just her — moving through the dark at a pace that suggested she had somewhere to be and had already decided nothing between here and there was going to stop her.The guards clocked her at fifty feet.By thirty feet there were twelve of them.By ten there were twenty and every blade in the formation was pointed at her throat and the one closest had the edge of his weapon resting against her pulse point with enough pressure that a single wrong movement would open her vein.Aurora stopped.Looked at the blade at her throat.Looked at the guard holding it.Smiled.Not the social smile. Not the performance. The real one — the one that lived underneath everything else, that came out in dark rooms with beating hearts and paralyzed men in chairs. Slow and

Zaren's control snapped like a brittle bone. No more games. He lunged, lips smashing into Sol's with the force of a freight train. Brutal. Bloody. Lips split on teeth, copper tang mixing with spit as tongues clashed in a vicious brawl. Zaren's fist knotted in Sol's hair—yanking hard, scalp screaming—tilting his head back to expose the pale column of his throat. Sol gasped, ragged and wet, chest heaving. Zaren devoured him, pouring months of bottled fury into every crushing press, every scrape of teeth. He tasted it all: Sol's smug defiance, the faint cherry of Doll's lipstick still smeared on his mouth, the underlying salt of sweat. It fueled the firestorm raging in his veins.Sol didn't back down. Fucker never did. He bucked up fierce, grinding his rock-hard cock against Zaren's thigh like a dog in heat. Fabric dragged rough, friction sparking pre-cum stains through his pants. He needed more—craved obliteration. Hands shoved under Zaren's shirt, palms slapping hot, sweat-slick skin.