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Chapter 41 — You Talk Too Much for a Mafia Boss

Alfonso’s POVThe tension crawling through the estate corridors was so damn thick you could carve it with a blade.Tomorrow was Thursday. The day Callisto’s sterile little calendar marked as the grand opening of our “biological window.” I was sitting behind my desk with a mountain of armory requisitions, trying to focus on numbers, shipping crates, and 7.62 rounds, but the ink on the manifests was basically blurring together.Beneath my skin, my Lycan was pacing like a caged beast on day four of a starvation diet. It was agitated, snapping its jaws in the back of my mind, hyper-aware of the clock ticking down. The beast didn’t care about syndicate politics, council ultimatums, or the blood moon. It cared about the female breathing just twelve feet across the hall from my bedroom door.To make matters worse, Seraphina was turning the east wing into a personal disaster zone. She had spent the last forty-eight hours barricaded in her suite, throwing ceramic vases at the drywall and sendi

Last Updated : 2026-09-23

Chapter 42 — Come In

Ivy’s POVThe morning didn’t just arrive; it slammed into me like a freight train, and I felt like I was marching straight toward an execution block.Except there was no wooden scaffold, no masked headsman, and no blade waiting to sever my neck. Just Doctor Callisto standing in the doorway of my quarters at eight in the morning, holding a steaming cup of dark, earthy tea that smelled like dried lavender, crushed roots, and bitter bark.“Drink it,” Callisto said, stepping in without an invitation and setting the cup on my bedside table. “It is an herbal adaptogen formulated to balance your systemic hormone levels and dampen your cortisol spikes. Stress is a counter-productive biological variable.”I glared at the dark liquid like it was radioactive waste. “I don’t need your swamp water, Callisto.”“Drink the tea, Miss Solokov,” he repeated, pulling a digital vitals scanner from his coat pocket. “Or I will have Mateo hold your arms while I pour it down your throat.”I rolled my eyes so

Last Updated : 2026-10-02

Chapter 43 — When Was Your Last Period, Ivana?

Ivy's POVI had sex with him.I actually let that arrogant, insufferable bastard put his... fuck.My brain felt like a fried circuit board, sparks flying everywhere while I stared blankly at the dark ceiling above me. I had fully expected to feel grossed out. I'd spent days convincing myself that the second his skin touched mine, I'd want to peel my own flesh off with a blade or throw up on the floor. I thought it would feel invasive, disgusting, like getting interrogated without the handcuffs.Except... it hadn't.It had actually felt warm. Intense enough to make my toes curl into the sheets, terrifyingly electric, and surprisingly... okay. More than okay, if I was being painfully, humiliatingly honest with myself."Just okay? Ouch, Solokov. That sort of bruises my ego."The low, gravelly morning rumble came from the pillows beside me.My soul practically evacuated my body.Did I just say that out loud?!Yes. Yes, I did. I had literally said my internal monologue straight into the qu

Last Updated : 2026-10-10

Chapter 44 — More Than It Should

Alfonso's POVI was carrying a breakfast tray with one arm — bacon, toast, eggs, orange juice, the works — turning the corner into my room, when all hell broke loose.CRASH!A lamp shattered against the doorframe, missing Callisto's head by an inch. Ceramic went everywhere. A cord whipped through the air like a dying snake.Callisto didn't even flinch. He ducked his shoulder, let the pieces fly past, straightened his glasses, and looked at me standing there with the tray like nothing had happened."Her reflexes are back to normal," he said, tapping something into his tablet. "She's healing fast. Better than expected."He stepped over the mess and walked off like dodging flying furniture was just part of his morning.I walked in, boots crunching over broken ceramic, and looked at the bed.Ivana was sitting up against the headboard, clutching the blanket to her chest, hair wild around her face. Her cheeks were bright red, her chest heaving, and she was glaring at me like she wanted to s

Last Updated : 2026-10-10

Chapter 45 — Don't Tell Her I Bite

Ivy's POVFor two straight days, I treated Alfonso like he was contagious.Every time that six-foot-four smug bastard turned a corner, I did an about-face and walked the other way. If he was in the dining room, I grabbed an apple and bolted out the side door. If he crossed the courtyard, I suddenly found the wall very interesting.Because the second I looked at his stupid handsome face, my brain betrayed me. Instantly. Replaying every humiliating second from that night. His hands on my waist. His mouth on my neck. The way he laughed against my ear while my whole body shook.My face would go nuclear hot so fast I wanted to peel my own skin off just to cool down.Get a grip, Ivana. You're an assassin, not some blushing idiot. It was just a job. A biology thing. That's it.Except every time I told myself that, my stomach did a stupid little flip anyway.To keep from losing my mind over Callisto's whole "breeding schedule" nightmare, I forced my brain back onto Kessler. The burner phone h

Last Updated : 2026-10-11

Chapter 46 — Something Wrong?

Ivy's POVI stood in the middle of the guest room, staring at the drop outside the third-floor window, genuinely weighing whether a broken leg was better than putting on the thing draped over my bed.Three floors. Grab the pipe, kick off the ledge, roll into the bushes.I'd survived worse. Way worse. But running meant leaving Luka to Kessler, and that wasn't happening. So, cursing under my breath, I picked up the dress Mateo had dropped off, looking like he was sorry for whatever was about to happen to me.It was deep emerald green, silk that clung to every line of my body like paint. No sleeves, an open back that showed off the training scars on my shoulder blades, and a neckline lower than anything I'd ever willingly worn. The only thing saving it — the only reason I didn't rip it apart with my teeth — was the slit running all the way up the thigh.I smirked, digging into my bag. I strapped a small ceramic blade against my inner thigh, adjusting it until the silk fell smooth over th

Last Updated : 2026-10-11

Chapter 47 — Oreo Was Right

Alfonso's POVI had to bite the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper just to keep from laughing in front of the whole council.God help me, Ivana was an unhinged savage. Sitting there in emerald silk that made my pulse spike, boots kicked out, threatening to gut an elder's niece with a butter knife while calmly buttering a roll. I was so far gone for this girl it was pathetic. If Mateo looked into my head right now, he'd have me committed.SLAM!The table shuddered under Lord Cassian's palm, rattling the silverware and splashing wine across the linen."Insolent gutter trash!" Cassian roared, his face going a furious purple as he shot out of his chair. He turned his glare down the table at me, shaking with outrage. "Is this what House Rocca's been reduced to, Alfonso? You drag the Bellandi clan and the elders to your table just to make us break bread with a stray? A bought killer while your own bloodline rots?"Seraphina jumped in, sniffling into a napkin, leaning into her uncle's

Last Updated : 2026-10-12

Chapter 48 — Never To Her

Alfonso's POVThe dinner didn't end so much as it cracked apart, leaving the air tasting like sulfur.Cassian didn't bother with a goodbye. He shoved his chair back so hard it screeched across the floor, grabbed his coat, and stormed out with two of his guards trailing him. Seraphina followed like a shadow, clutching her wrist, throwing one last glare over her shoulder before the doors slammed shut.I sat at the head of the table until the footsteps faded out.Down the table, Ivana's chair was already empty. She'd slipped out during the chaos of Cassian leaving — no goodbye, no sound of boots on the floor. Just gone, like smoke through a window.I stood up, straightening my jacket, the calm host act stripped right off me."Mateo," I said, not looking at him."Boss?""Clear the halls. Double the guards on the east side. Nobody goes near the north terrace tonight."Mateo hesitated, glancing at the empty chair. "Alfonso—""Do it."I didn't wait for an answer. I turned and walked into the

Last Updated : 2026-10-12

Chapter 49 — I'd Gambled Right

Ivy's POVThe line went dead with a hollow click, and the silence after it felt like a death sentence.My hands were shaking so bad the cheap burner nearly slipped out of my palm and over the balustrade into the dark gardens below. Forty-eight hours. That's all the time that sadistic bastard gave me. Forty-eight hours to hand over House Rocca's vault codes, or he'd slice off Luka's finger and mail it to me in a little velvet box.A finger. My baby brother's hand.My stomach turned. I leaned against the railing, pressing my forehead to the cold stone, trying to force air into my lungs.Breathe, Ivana. Think. You've gotten out of worse than this. You just need to—"Enjoying the night air, Solokov?"The voice cut through the dark like a blade.My heart dropped straight through the floor. I spun around so fast my neck cracked, my heel skidding against the terrace tile.Alfonso stepped out of the shadows.He didn't look like the man who'd brought me toast in bed that morning, or teased me

Last Updated : 2026-10-13

Chapter 50 — Awaiting Her Lead

Alfonso's POVI wanted to put my fist through a wall.The fury in my head was deafening, a rage that she'd kept this secret buried in her ribs, gambling with her own life right under my roof. But then I looked at her.Really looked at her.The foul-mouthed assassin in the emerald dress was gone. Ivana was pressed against the railing, her shoulders shaking, her breath coming in short, ragged pulls. When I crushed that phone in my hand, she hadn't reached for the blade she kept strapped to her thigh. She'd flinched. Pulled her chin down. Closed her eyes like a dog bracing for a fist.She'd stood there waiting for me to kill her.That hit me harder than anything she'd said all night. She actually believed I'd slaughter her on this terrace. She thought House Rocca was just another cage, and I was just another Kessler with better suits."You're an idiot, Solokov," I said, my voice raw and low. "A stubborn, reckless idiot."She blinked at me through the tears clinging to her lashes, startle

Last Updated : 2026-10-14

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