All Chapters of marked by the mafia alpha: Chapter 191 - Chapter 196

Chapter — CravingMalik pushed open the door to the guest room on the second floor and stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind him. The lock clicked. He leaned back against the wood for a second, eyes closed, chest still tight from the corridor. The new phone box sat heavy in one hand. The folded napkin was in the other, warm from his grip.He crossed to the bed and slumped down on the edge, elbows on his knees. The room was quiet except for the distant hum of the house. Morning light cut through the half-drawn curtains, painting long stripes across the floor. Malik stared at the napkin for a long moment, thumb brushing over the soft fabric where Kai had pressed it toward his face.Then he brought it to his nose and inhaled.Kai’s scent flooded him.Deep. Masculine. Dark spice and clean skin and something richer underneath — the faint trace of arousal that had spiked when Kai’s hand hovered near his cheek. It hit Malik like a punch to the gut. His wolf surged forward, pressing hard

Chapter — The SeedThe corridor was dark at midnight.Zarian preferred it that way.He moved through the pack house the way he moved through everything — unhurried, contained, the particular stillness of someone who had learned early that drawing attention cost more than it was worth. His footsteps made no sound. The darkness offered nothing that bothered him. Both sides of him were comfortable in the dark.He felt it at the second turn.A presence.Not threatening exactly. Just — there. Following. Matching his pace with the specific care of someone who didn't want to be heard and was good enough at it that a normal person wouldn't have noticed.He was not a normal person.He didn't stop walking.Kept his pace even. His face empty. Let three more seconds pass — one, two, three — and then moved.Superspeed.One moment corridor. Next moment he was behind the presence with both hands — one on the throat, one on the shoulder — and the wall received her hard enough that the stone cracked s

Chapter — lucien The drink was already poured when Lucian arrived.Two glasses. Dark amber. Cassius's particular preference — the one he'd been drinking since before Lucian's father was born. Sitting on the small table between the two chairs by the window. The morning light coming through at an angle that caught the glass and threw amber across the floor.Cassius sat in his chair.Watching the door.Like he'd known exactly when Lucian would arrive.Lucian closed the door behind him.Sat.Picked up the glass. Not because he wanted it. Because the ritual of it — the sitting, the pouring, the two glasses — was Cassius's way of saying this conversation matters and I've been expecting it.He drank.Cassius drank.The room was quiet for a moment. The morning moving outside the window. The pack house beginning its day somewhere below them.Lucian put the glass down."Aurora was inside the walls last night."Cassius looked at him.Not surprised. Not performing surprise. Just — looking. Those