All Chapters of Twice Claimed By The Mafia Alpha and His Billionaire Twin: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LUCIAN’S POV“Move faster.”My voice cracked through the study like a whip, sharp enough to make the two wolves instantly lower their heads.Wooden crates scraped across the marble floor as men rushed to seal packets of wolfsbane inside matte-black containers. The bitter scent of wolfsbane poisoned the air.Near the fireplace, Markus counted stacks of cash with greedy satisfaction shining in his eyes.“Half a billion from the last shipment alone,” he said with a grin. “At this rate, I’ll buy my own territory and become an Alpha myself.”Raphael leaned against the liquor cabinet, smirking.“Careful saying that in front of Alpha Lucian.” His gaze flicked toward me knowingly. “Especially now.”A few wolves chuckled.Raphael’s smile widened.“We’ll have an Alpha heir soon, so saying that, Markus, sounds dangerously close to rebellion.”Soft laughter spread through the room.I didn’t laugh.The moment they mentioned her, Ariel’s face crashed into my thoughts. Those dark eyes. That stubborn

LORD DRAKE’S POVI couldn’t sleep.For the first time in years, my breathing lost its rhythm.I stared into the fire, but I no longer saw flames. I saw red hair. Tessa.Her soft laugh in the dark. The curve of her mouth against a whiskey glass. The way her eyes used to strip the monster out of me and search for the man underneath. No one has looked at me like that since.Dead women were supposed to stay buried. Yet every time I looked at my son Adrian, old ghosts clawed their way out of the grave. Something deep inside me whispered that Tessa was still alive.I loosened my tie with tense fingers and crossed toward the massive windows overlooking the city. Rain drowned Crimson Moon in silver darkness.Twenty-seven years.The realization sat in my chest like poison. How does a father fail to find his own blood for twenty-seven years? Unless someone made sure he never would.My jaw tightened.Then there was Ariel. A human bartender carrying a child tied to both heirs of the Crimson Moon

MORETTI’S POVThe first thing Isabella destroyed was the champagne tower.Crystal shattered across the marble floor with a violent crash, sending servants stumbling backward in panic. Expensive champagne splashed across the white stone like spilled blood.Then my daughter laughed.Not the bright, spoiled laugh she used to weaponize at parties. This sounded broken—the kind of sound that made even grown men uneasy.“Bring him back!” she screamed.Her bare feet slipped against the marble as she staggered through the living room. Her silk dress hung dangerously from one shoulder, wrinkled and stained with wine. Mascara streaked down her cheeks in black rivers.“Bring Adrian back to me!”Her nanny, Miss Vane, stepped forward carefully.“Miss Isabella—”The framed engagement portrait flew across the room before the woman could finish speaking.Çrash.Glass exploded against the wall, and the servant gasped before immediately retreating.“Don’t touch me!”Silence swallowed the mansion.My wif

LUCIAN’S POVThe dagger came down hard enough to split the table in my study in half. The crack echoed through the room.My Beta, Raphael, looked up immediately. “Alpha—”“Talk.”I didn’t turn around. Another photograph hit the wall with the sharp stab of a pin.Politicians. Pack leaders. Rogues. Traitors. Every enemy tied to me or Adrian. Anyone who had stepped foot near that hospital. Anyone I suspected could still be hunting Ariel now.Red strings tangled across the wall like open wounds, names circled in black ink. It looked like a bloodbath waiting to happen.My Gamma, Markus, stepped forward carefully, reading the room before every step.“We checked the surveillance routes again,” he said. “Whoever attacked before knew exactly where the cameras were.”My jaw flexed.Of course, they did.Nothing about this felt random anymore. Not the hospital. Not the threats. Not the feeling crawling beneath my skin since yesterday, like something dark was drawing closer with every passing seco

MORETTI’S POV“Election season,” Alpha Darius said quietly, turning the small recorder between his fingers, “is going to become very interesting, Mayor… if you disappoint me.”The words settled heavily in my stomach, and for one brutal second, I could only stare at the recorder in his hand while the truth settled in my stomach like poison.I had never controlled this meeting.Not when I walked into the warehouse.Not when I offered information.Not even when I convinced myself I was negotiating.I had walked straight into a wolf’s den believing I held the leash.The warehouse suddenly felt colder. Industrial lights flickered overhead, casting sharp shadows across steel beams, wooden crates, and the armed wolves standing silently around us, ready for violence.But none of that mattered. Not if Isabella could still be saved. Not if that miserable Ariel disappeared before my daughter’s humiliation destroyed whatever pride she had left.I slowly adjusted my coat, forcing calm into my expr