All Chapters of Trapped In The Mafia Wolf Island: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Aurora’s POV“Aurora! Aurora!” my stepfather, Victor, screamed, his loud voice almost bringing the whole house down, making my body shake in fear.I hurriedly stood up from the floor I was scrubbing, my hands grabbing the cleaning bucket as my tiny legs carried me to the kitchen.I knew not to spend another minute keeping my stepfather waiting. Well, I had learned the hard way to always come running whenever he called. It had become a rule, one I no longer found odd.The moment Victor set his eyes on me, he smashed a plate at me. I bent quickly, making the plate hit the wall before crashing to the floor.“You still haven’t cleared the dishes?” Victor barked, his eyes looking at me cruelly.I dared not look up, dared not maintain eye contact with him, or I would end up receiving another punishment. My body still ached from the strokes of the cane I had received yesterday. I wasn’t ready to receive another.“Why the hell are you still standing there?” he yelled.I quickly bent down, my

Dante’s POVI have been away from the island for more than twenty four hours, one that hasn’t happened for years. Yes, I love the city for its chaos but always return before twenty four hours, not because I find the city boring but because I have secrets to keep and duties to fulfill.Mallory must have given the guards a tough night, especially when the full moon was just some days away.Mallory is my sister, the only person that keeps me sane and makes me stay human. If Mallory is gone today, then the last bit of softness in me will die.I was about dressing up to leave the hotel when she walked in without knocking. She had stared so differently from how others who had seen my scar twelve years ago did. Well, none of them were alive to describe what that scar looks like.Her stare held curiosity, pity, and at the same time some fear.When I mentioned my name, her fear got ten times worse than the one she already had.She had rushed out of the room even before I got to her side. Well,

Dante POV“Let me help you relax, Master,” Isabel said, her hands stretching toward my chest, but before she could touch me, I grabbed her wrist.“Get on the bed. Face down, ass up,” I commanded.No hesitation.She obeyed immediately, climbing onto the bed and following every command I gave.I stood up from where I sat, my hands pulling down the trousers I wore, just below my knees, not completely off.Isabel was such a seductress. She knew exactly how to make me want her. Her body was perfectly positioned, enough to tempt any man.I did not touch her immediately.I stared at her naked body, not because I admired it so much, but because I was trying to keep my wolf in place. I knew better than to touch Isabel whenever Lucien was active. He hated contact with females. Most women who encountered Lucien’s rage during one of my moments never survived it.I could not risk losing Isabel. She was one of the best. She knew not to question my authority, knew how to stay quiet, never complained