Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Alpha's Forbidden Mate: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I marched down the corridor toward my private study, my fists clenched so tightly the bones popped in the silence.Lucian was already waiting, leaning casually against the doorframe, swirling an amber glass of scotch as if he owned the entire keep."Pack your shit and get out of my territory, Lucian," I snarled, stepping past him into the dim room without breaking stride. "Return to the manor before I lose my temper and throw you off the battlements."Lucian followed me inside with that infuriating, lazy swagger, completely unimpressed by the lethal tension radiating from my posture."Not going to happen, brother," Lucian chuckled, dropping carelessly into the armchair opposite my desk. "Mother’s royal command. She made it crystal clear: I am not leaving until I am certain you haven't snapped and torn that poor human girl to pieces. And as much as I hate your hospitality, defying Mother is far more dangerous than whatever empty threats you bark at me."I slammed both hands flat agains

Her scent had turned thick, feverish, and heavy with a dark, intoxicating surrender that destroyed my ability to think.Night was clawing frantically at the edges of my consciousness, his primal hunger driving out every shred of rational thought. The silk of her nightdress was gone, cast aside in the heat of the frenzy. My hand clamped around both of her slender wrists, pinning them firmly against the velvet pillows above her head with effortless strength.She was completely beneath me, breathless and trembling, but her gaze never wavered.My free hand moved up to cup her jaw, fingers sliding down to gently wrap around the slender line of her throat. I didn't squeeze, but the possessive weight was unmistakable. Her chest heaved against mine, her back arching upward, pressing her heated curves flush against my body as a deep, desperate moan vibrated through her lips.She wasn't trying to bargain anymore. She wasn't fighting for an escape. The raw, desperate hunger in her ocean-blue eye

The heavy iron exterior bolt engaged with a sharp, echoing snap that resonated through the corridor like the hammer of a gun falling on an empty chamber.The silence that settled over the master suite was immediate, toxic, and suffocating.I stood rooted near the threshold, my frame blocking the only exit from the room. The fabric of my dress shirt strained against my back, the top buttons torn open where the scorching heat radiating from my skin felt like it was melting the collar. The smell of ozone, burnt cedar, and boiling blood poured off me in waves.Inside my skull, Night was tearing at my sanity with bare fangs.She smiled at him. She laughed with him. Rip his throat out.Slowly, I tilted my head, the dark mahogany of my vision fracturing into an incandescent, blinding gold."You were laughing," I rasped.The sound was scraped raw, dragged from the darkest pits of a beast that had spent the entire morning freezing in mountain springs just to avoid crushing her fragile bones. I

The first thing that returned to me was the burning ache in my throat.Every swallow felt like dragging raw, jagged glass across an open wound. I opened my eyes slowly, squinting against the dim shafts of gray morning light cutting through the heavy velvet drapes. The ceiling above was high, vaulted, and draped in cold, oppressive shadows.I brought a trembling hand up to my neck. My fingertips brushed against thick, cooling ointment and layers of tightly wrapped medical gauze.The memory hit me with crushing, violent clarity.The terrifying sound of solid mahogany splintering beneath my spine. The unbreakable, suffocating band of iron clamped around my windpipe. The way the dark mahogany in Zayden’s eyes had dissolved into an incandescent, molten-gold inferno as he lifted me clean off the floor with a single hand, utterly unbothered by my entire body weight. I remembered the unearthly, suffocating pressure that had filled the room, dropping the temperature to an icy chill and making

SerenaThe hollow, persistent ache in my stomach had transitioned from sharp hunger pangs into a dull, exhausting nausea.Ever since I had shattered the silver breakfast platter against the fireplace, the suite had fallen into a tomb-like silence. The shards of broken porcelain and the pungent venison gravy had been cleared away by trembling maidservants who dared not look me in the eye. I remained on the sofa, staring out the arched windows at the endless wall of dark pines, completely drained of energy.Around midday, the heavy iron lock on the outside of the door clicked back with a sharp metallic snap.The mahogany door swung open, and in walked Lucian.He wasn't empty-handed. In fact, he carried a chaotic mountain of takeout bags, a cardboard cup holder loaded with oversized fountain sodas, and two flat white cardboard boxes.The unmistakable aroma hit the room instantly, completely overpowering the sterile, herbal scent of the fortress.Crispy, salted french fries. Hot melted ch