All Chapters of marked by the mafia alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12: Morning AfterI woke up to sunlight stabbing my eyes. My head throbbed. My mouth tasted like something died in it. I rolled over and froze.This wasn't my room.Black silk sheets. Masculine furniture. The scent of pine and smoke everywhere.Lucian's room.I sat up fast. Too fast. My head spun. The room tilted.Then the memories hit.The gala. Damien. The drink. The heat. Oh god, the heat.My hands on Lucian's chest. My mouth on his throat. Straddling him in the car. Begging him. Touching myself. Grinding against him like an animal in heat."No no no no." I pressed my hands to my face.I looked down. His shirt. I was wearing his shirt. Only his shirt. It hit mid-thigh. My dress was gone. My bra was gone.My face burned. My whole body burned.What did we do? Did he—did we—I threw the covers off. Stood up. My legs shook. I needed to leave. Right now. Before he saw me. Before he could look at me and remember what I'd done.The window. Ground floor. I could make it.I ran to i

Chapter 13: Paris Nights Kai built his Lego tower on the floor of the penthouse. His tongue poked out in concentration. He was focused. Determined. So much like his father, except his eyes held kindness. They were mine. I watched him from the couch. My son. Actually here. Actually safe. Actually wanting to be near me. Three weeks ago, I thought I'd lost him forever. Three weeks ago, I was the broken Luna that everyone pitied. The woman who abandoned her child. The weak one who couldn't handle pack life. Now Damien was destroyed. His company was gone. His pack had stripped his title. His reputation was ashes. Everything he'd built on lies and manipulation had crumbled. And it was all because of Lucian. I looked toward the hallway where Lucian had disappeared to take a call. My chest tightened. He'd saved me. Saved my son. But he'd also made me feel things I wasn't ready to feel. Fear. Attraction. Hope. The fear was the worst part. I'd already been broken once. I'd already given

Chapter 14: Burning Point[Content Warning: Explicit sexual content]The moonlight shimmered across the water. Silver. Bright. Lucian stood at the edge of The pool with his body tensed. His golden eyes blazed. Not amber anymore. Pure gold. The color of his wolf.Every muscle in his chest was defined. His shoulders were broad. His arms corded with strength. Water droplets traced paths down his skin.I swam toward him slowly. Deliberately. The cool water heightened everything. Every sensation amplified. Every nerve ending alive.When I was close enough, I reached up and grabbed his arm. Pulled him down into the water with me.He came without resistance. His body cut through the water like a blade. One moment we were apart. The next, I was pressed against his chest.I kissed him first. No hesitation. No second-guessing. My lips crashed into his with all the desire I'd been holding back for months.His hands went to my waist. His fingers dug in. Possessive. Mine.I pressed back against hi

Chapter 16: Breaking PointI stared at the phone. The words blurred. Then sharpened. Then blurred again.Viktor has me. He's going to kill me."Lucian." My voice shook. "Please. We have to do something. We have to save him."Lucian stood by the window. His entire body was rigid. His hands were clenched into fists so tight his knuckles went white."No.""What?""No." He turned to face me. His eyes were gold. Blazing. Furious. "We are not saving that piece of shit.""Lucian, he's Kai's father—""He tried to rape you." His voice was cold. Lethal. "He drugged you. He deserves whatever Viktor does to him.""But Kai—""I don't care." He took a step toward me. "Why are you so worried about him, Amara? Why do you still care what happens to Damien Cross?""I don't care about him. I care about my son.""Then you should be relieved he's gone.""He's not gone, he's—" I stopped. Looked at him. "You think I still have feelings for him."It wasn't a question.His jaw clenched. He didn't answer. Didn

Chapter 18: Fractures[Content Warning: Violence aftermath, emotional distress]The safe house was a penthouse in Tribeca. Expensive. Secure. Cold.I helped Lucian to the bedroom while a doctor worked on his wound. The bullet had gone clean through his side, missing vital organs by inches. Lucky. He was lucky.The doctor wrapped him in bandages. Gave him antibiotics. Said he needed rest.Then he left.It was just Lucian and me.He lay on the bed. Shirtless. Bandaged. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. His eyes stared at the ceiling. Not at me."I'm going to clean your wound," I said quietly.He didn't respond.I gathered supplies. Warm water. Fresh bandages. Antibiotic ointment. My hands shook as I worked.I started unwrapping the old bandages. They were soaked with blood. I worked carefully. Trying not to hurt him.His jaw clenched but he said nothing."The doctor said it's healing well," I tried. "You were lucky. A few inches to the left and—""Don't," he said. His voice