Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Alpha's Forbidden Mate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The sacred amphitheater of the High Alpha Council was carved deep into the living stone of the Northern Ridge, lit by roaring iron braziers that cast flickering shadows across the obsidian pillars.Here, the scent of fresh pine, ozone, and predatory power was thick enough to choke an ordinary human.Dozens of high-ranking Alphas and pack elders from across the continent sat along the tiered stone benches, their low, vibrating growls filling the vaulted chamber. Fur bristled beneath tailored coats, and irises flared in shades of gold, crimson, and amber as fierce arguments echoed off the rock.At the center of the dais stood Alaric Blackthorn, the former Alpha King.At fifty-eight years old, his silver-streaked black hair was cropped short, his broad, battle-hardened frame commanding absolute authority despite having passed the crown to his eldest son. His golden eyes swept over the restless crowd with icy composure, refusing to give an inch to the chaos threatening to tear the chamber

The grandfather clock in the corner of the grand study struck two in the morning, its heavy, metallic chimes echoing through the dead silence of the fortress.Zayden had not slept for three days.He stood by the arched panoramic window, amber whiskey swirling untouched in the crystal tumbler clutched in his white-knuckled grip. His jaw was clenched until the bone throbbed, every tendon along his broad shoulders pulled into a rigid, agonizing coil.Inside his skull, Night was tearing through his consciousness with savage, unrelenting fury.“Go to her!” the beast roared, phantom claws raking against his ribs, making his temples throb with blinding pressure. “The moon is waning and our mate is cold! Let me touch her, or I will tear this entire fortress to the ground!”She is not our mate! Zayden snarled back internally, his teeth grinding together as golden fire flickered behind his irises. Mates are a pathetic myth for weak-minded fools. She is an ordinary, fragile human waitress. I rul

The first pale rays of dawn filtered through the sheer balcony curtains, casting silver-blue light across the massive bed.Zayden’s eyes snapped open.Instantly, the suffocating heat hit him like a physical blow.Beside him, Serena shifted softly in her sleep. With a tiny, unconscious sigh, she turned over, rolling fully onto her side to face him. Her movement brought her dangerously close. The neckline of her delicate silk slip had slipped low, exposing the soft, pale swell of her breasts rising and falling rhythmically with each quiet breath.Her dark hair spilled across the charcoal sheets, framing a porcelain face so soft and defenseless it took the breath right out of his lungs. In her slumber, her hand wandered across the empty space between them, her small, delicate fingers coming to rest flat against his bare, sculpted chest, right over his thunderous heartbeat.She nestled closer, tilting her chin upward. Her plush, pink lips—parted slightly and swollen from the night—hovered

The heavy ironwood doors of the fortress entrance parted before me as I strode in from the courtyard, fresh mountain mist still clinging to my dark coat.My mind was finally steady, the feral hunger that had driven me to the Violet Spring temporarily chained beneath cold, ruthless discipline. I had intended to check on the human, make sure she had eaten, and remind her of the boundaries she was never to cross.Then I stepped into the grand foyer, and the scent of sheer terror hit my nostrils before a single word was spoken.A young maid stood trembling near the base of the grand staircase, her skin pale as ash, her knuckles white as she clutched an empty silver breakfast tray to her chest. Beside her, Mrs. Gable looked as though she were standing before an executioner.The moment the maid’s eyes locked onto mine, she dropped straight to her knees, the tray clattering against the marble with a harsh, echoing clang."Y-Your Grace..." she whimpered, her teeth chattering so violently she

Immediately following the ruthless execution in the lower archives, Ronan and two stone-faced guards had rushed Serena away. Trembling, sobbing, and utterly broken by the bloodbath she had witnessed, she was escorted straight up to the master suite and locked inside.Heavy, measured footsteps broke the dead silence of the corridor.Commander Kael Draven appeared from the shadows of the colonnade. His dark warrior eyes scanned the bloodstained floor for a split second before lifting respectfully to his king."Alpha King," Kael spoke, bowing his head in a crisp nod. "Lord Alaric has summoned you to the Ancestral Manor immediately. The High Council has convened, and your father demands your presence."Before stepping an inch toward the courtyard, Zayden turned to face the trembling household staff and the remaining line of elite sentries assembled in the grand foyer.The air grew heavy and suffocating as his unbridled Alpha dominance washed over the room. Mrs. Gable, the maids, and even