The Mafia Alpha's Forbidden Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

ZaydenThe southern port district reeked of diesel fuel, rotting fish, and freezing ocean brine.Heavy freezing rain lashed against the corrugated iron roofs of Warehouse 14, echoing like a hail of gunfire. Inside the cavernous, dimly lit hangar, thirty heavily armed mercenaries from Victor Romano’s top syndicate stood positioned around three massive steel shipping containers—filled with thirty million dollars' worth of military-grade munitions that belonged exclusively to the Blackthorn conglomerate.They thought they had pulled off the heist of the decade.Standing near the open tailgate of an armored transport truck was Marco Vanni, Victor Romano’s top lieutenant—a ruthless, scarred man who had served the Romano family for twenty years."Move the crates faster, you idiots!" Marco barked over the roaring rain, racking the slide of his automatic rifle. "Don Romano wants this entire shipment loaded onto the barges before sunrise! When Blackthorn finds out his supply chain was bled dry

SerenaI ran with every dying shred of strength in my body.The freezing mountain wind whipped violently against my face, lashing wet strands of hair across my eyes. My bare feet struck the damp, jagged earth with relentless force, sharp stones and tangled roots tearing into my skin, but the blinding rush of adrenaline in my veins completely drowned out the pain. I clutched the heavy wool coat tightly around my shivering frame, pumping my legs in a frantic, desperate rhythm.Behind me, the faint, muffled echo of Lucian’s voice tore through the distant trees:“SERENA! SERENA, STOP!”I didn't stop. I didn't even dare to glance over my shoulder.I pushed forward, tearing through the thickets and low-hanging branches like a hunted animal. The distant shouts slowly grew faint, fading behind the roar of the wind until, finally, they dissolved into dead, absolute silence.Only when the last trace of his voice vanished did I allow myself to slow down to a staggered jog, my chest heaving in vi

SerenaDays bled into one another until I completely lost track of time.The master suite had transformed from an opulent cage into a silent, impenetrable tomb. The heavy glass balcony doors—once my only escape to see the sky—were now bound with thick, freezing iron chains, sealed with heavy padlocks that barred me from even stepping onto the stone ledge. The velvet drapes remained shut, casting the massive room in perpetual, suffocating twilight.The only disruption to the crushing quiet was the sharp, metallic click of the exterior deadbolts turning three times a day.A maid would enter, flanked by two armed guards whose eyes remained fixed on the floor. She would place a heavy silver tray on the low table and leave without uttering a single syllable. On the platter lay the exact meals I choked on—rare, bloody meats dripping with dark juices and bitter, pungent root broths that churned my stomach. There were no paper takeout bags, no sweet fountain sodas, no warm pastries, and no ch

The reek of damp trash, stale beer, and sulfur hung thick over the narrow industrial alley.Under the buzzing orange glow of a flickering sodium lamp, the five mercenaries from the northern hit squad huddled around the rusted hood of a beat-up sedan, counting stacks of rubber-banded cash. The man with the faded serpent tattoo curling up his neck took a slow drag from a bent cigarette, tapping the ash onto the wet concrete with a rough smirk."Easy money," the leader chuckled, stuffing a brick of bills into his duffel. "Victor paid us triple just to put two rounds into a couple of nobodies. Old man Romano’s already vanished into thin air. By the time anyone realizes what happened, we’ll be across the state line."A chorus of coarse, smug laughter bounced off the wet brick walls.Then, eight towering figures stepped out of the pitch-black rain at both ends of the alley, blocking every exit in complete, eerie silence. They were clad in matte-black tactical gear, their posture rigid, movi

The sharp, sudden entrance of Zayden Blackthorn had instantly drained the remaining warmth from the master suite.Standing in the doorway with his damp black hair and unbuttoned cuffs, his towering frame cast a long, suffocating shadow across the Persian rug. The air had turned razor-sharp, vibrating with the volatile, possessive tension that always bled from his presence whenever another living soul approached Serena.Serena pulled her knees tighter to her chest on the velvet sofa, her heart hammering against her ribs as she looked between the two figures.Seraphina did not flinch under her son’s lethal glare. The graceful, auburn-haired former Queen smoothed the velvet lapels of her dark coat and offered Serena a calm, reassuring smile before turning her full attention back to the Alpha King."As I was saying before you interrupted, Zayden," Seraphina spoke, her voice carrying a smooth, musical poise that cut cleanly through his heavy aura. "The Grand Winter Gala takes place at the