All Chapters of The Alpha’s Regret: My Ex-Mate is a Mafia Legend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"You want to see this fire spread, don't you, Lucien?"I leaned back, my eyes tracking the flickering shadows on my screen. The red border of the terminal pulsed like a wound. I wasn't just observing the chaos anymore; I was fueling it.Lucien Varkane stood behind me, his hands resting on the back of my chair. The scent of him—woodsmoke and iron—was a grounding force in the storm of digital violence I was unleashing. "I don't just want to see it, Xender. I want to see the Nightfall Territory reshaped by the ashes. Keep going."I hit the final command. The data packets were airborne."They have no idea what’s coming," I said, a jagged, cold smile touching my lips. "The Stormriven Den and the Blackmoor pack have been keeping their ledgers as dirty as their bloodlines. It’s time the council saw the rot."My fingers flew across the board. Every tax evasion record, every contract signed in blood, every illicit trade agreement—it was all going out, untraceable and absolute. The Stormriven D

"You are actually asking for my help, Seraphina? After everything you and Garron have done to burn the Stormriven Den to the ground, you think I have gold sitting in my pockets waiting for you?"I stood by the threshold of the Stormriven Den, my jaw tight as I watched Seraphina Duskryn and Elara Stormriven pace in my foyer. The air in the house felt thick, suffocating with the scent of their desperation and the lingering stench of their betrayal."We have nowhere else to turn, Xender," Seraphina said, her voice a brittle, desperate thing that grated against my nerves. "The council has frozen our assets. Tristan Blackmoor’s pack is closing in on our borders. If we don't have the tribute money, the elders will strip our title and exile us by the next full moon."Elara took a step toward me, her eyes wet, her posture hunched. "You are still blood, Xender. Even if we haven't acted like it, you were raised under this roof. You cannot let your own kin face the wolves alone."I laughed, a sh

"You truly believe, Tristan, that I am sitting on a mountain of gold just waiting for you to come beg for a handout? Do you think I am that desperate for your approval?"I stood by the threshold of my villa, my gaze cutting through the air like a blade. Tristan Blackmoor was on my porch, his face a bruised mask of arrogance and fading power. Behind him, Seraphina Duskryn looked at me with eyes that were trying—and failing—to hide the panic."Xender," Tristan growled, stepping into my personal space, his scent of musk and desperation hitting me hard. "The pack is in revolt. Garron Stormriven has cut the cord on our funding. We need capital, and you are the only one with the connections to secure it. If you help us now, the Blackmoor pack will guarantee your safety when the council comes for your head."I let out a low, cold laugh. "My head? You two are the ones whose ledgers are being audited by the elders. I have no connections to you, Tristan. And I certainly have no intention of sav

You really think, Seraphina, that I am the type of fool who would fall for a stage play this transparent?" I said, standing in the doorway of the Blackmoor Pack House, my eyes cold.Lucien Varkane shifted on the velvet sofa, his presence as heavy and constant as a mountain, his smirk sharp enough to draw blood. "Tristan is not giving up, Xender. He’s just changing his script."I spat on the floor, the act a clear signal of my disdain. "The fact that I wasted years running with a wolf like him makes my blood boil. It’s a sickness, Lucien. One I am finally curing."He stood, his height dwarfing the room, and moved toward the table where the feast was laid out. "Forget him for a moment. Eat. You look like you haven't slept since the Nightfall Territory turned on the Blackmoor pack."I followed, taking a seat as he pulled it out for me, the gesture surprising me with its quiet grace. My pocket vibrated, the notification flashing on my screen. I smirked."Raze just sent word. Delmar Blackm

"You really think, Seraphina, that I am the type of fool who would fall for a stage play this transparent?" I said, standing in the doorway of the Stormriven Den, my eyes cold.Elara Stormriven shifted on the velvet sofa, her presence as heavy and constant as a mountain, her smirk sharp enough to draw blood. "Tristan is not giving up, Xender. He is just changing his script."I spat on the floor, the act a clear signal of my disdain. "The fact that I wasted years running with a wolf like him makes my blood boil. It is a sickness, Elara. One I am finally curing."She stood, her height dwarfing the room, and moved toward the table where the feast was laid out. "Forget him for a moment. Eat. You look like you have not slept since the Nightfall Territory turned on the Stormriven pack."I followed, taking a seat as she pulled it out for me, the gesture surprising me with its quiet grace. My pocket vibrated, the notification flashing on my screen. I smirked."Raze just sent word. Garron Stor