All Chapters of The Mafia CEO's Possession Contract: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

POV: MARK RICHARDThe moment I set foot in the classroom, Ivy Sterling's scent flooded my senses, hitting the most primitive part of my brain directly.My wolf had been clawing at the walls of my skull for the last two days, demanding that I go find her, but I always silenced him with a pragmatic coldness."Mate! She hates us because of you!" my wolf roared. "You fucked another female and hurt her!""Stop barking," I ordered him internally as I walked toward my seat. "She belongs to us."In fact, it didn't matter how many times I sought relief in other females and fucked them while Ivy played hard to get; at the end of the day, the mate bond would force her to crawl back to my feet.But when my eyes finally located her at the front of the classroom, my confidence suffered a crack.Ivy was there, standing by the massive wooden desk, wearing a dress I didn't remember seeing on her before. The fabric clung to her curves in a sinful way, exposing too much skin and drawing the attention of

POV: CALEB STONERDriving back to the mansion with Ivy Sterling in the passenger seat was like transporting a time bomb that had already detonated.She wasn't screaming, she wasn't struggling; she was simply there, her gaze lost through the glass and her right hand pressed against her neck, while a small drop of blood filtered between her fingers, staining the straps of her dress.However, when I finally reached the mansion, I stopped the car right in front of the main steps and opened my door. I walked around the Bentley to open the passenger door, but when I moved the handle, I realized it was locked.A sigh of patience left my lips before I leaned in and gave a small tap on the window glass. Ivy remained motionless, her head bowed and her body trembling violently on the seat."Ivy, we have to get out," I told her with the softest voice I could project."I’m not getting out," she whispered through the glass, with a voice full of agony that rasped against my ears.Fuck. As a Beta, my

POV: Ivy SterlingI had spent the whole afternoon locked within these four walls, measuring the room with my steps, feeling as though the oxygen was running out by the second.In fact, after Sarah left, the silence of the room became my only companion. However, when I walked toward the wall mirror, my gaze settled directly on my neck.She had applied a couple of cold, thick creams that smelled of medicinal herbs; nevertheless, I didn't think that in a matter of a few hours, the marks from Mark's fangs would have completely disappeared, leaving my skin as smooth as if it had never been profaned.“I think she’s a very lovely girl, how can she be Killian’s sister?” I asked my wolf, who had been unusually quiet.“I told you, that man wants us. If not, why does he care so much about our health?” my wolf replied.A grimace of frustration and annoyance appeared on my lips. I didn't care what my wolf said; I would never believe that Killian wants us. He had even humiliated me at the universit

"She is my personal assistant," Killian cut in, with a voice that was goddamn husky and full of power. "And I suggest you keep your eyes on your own glass, Viktor, if you want to keep having them."Viktor let out a mocking laugh, though I could see a drop of sweat sliding down his temple."It was just a compliment, Blackwood. No need to bare your fangs yet," Viktor murmured, taking a step back, and for a second, I perceived something incredible: the smell of sour fear wafting from his pores.Killian didn't even respond; he just made a gesture to the man and dragged me elsewhere. Damn, it was evident that everyone already knew who I was. However, in the midst of my thoughts, Alpha Richard stood in the center of the hall and raised his voice."Ladies and gentlemen! Dinner is served," he announced with a powerful voice. "Proceed to the banquet. Business will be discussed at the table, as it should be among partners."I was left confused. Business during dinner? I thought people with that

The men waited at the main entrance while Leyla and I finally slipped away until we reached the taxi stand.As soon as we arrived at the shopping mall, Leyla didn't hesitate to force me through almost every gleaming hallway of the mall. She went in and out of designer stores, buying jewelry and linen outfits as if money were worthless paper.I limited myself to observing, with my hands tucked into the empty pockets of my coat. I was the assistant to a man who held half the country in his hands, I lived in a million-dollar mansion, and I didn't have a single bill in my bag. Everything I had on, even my underwear, belonged to him.“Look at this, Ivy! It would look incredible on you,” she said, holding a gold bracelet.I looked at the piece of jewelry and made a slight grimace with my lips. Its cost was almost 2 thousand dollars! At that, I forced a disinterested laugh and looked at her without spirit.“It’s pretty, but I don't think I need it,” I lied.Leyla looked at me for a few secon