The Mafia Alpha's Forbidden Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Zayden’s lips grazed the sensitive line beneath my ear, trailing searing, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my throat. His mouth lingered directly over the frantic flutter of my pulse, his tongue tasting the soft skin with a slow, agonizing heat that turned my blood to liquid fire.His hand slid slowly down the curve of my hip, his calloused palm gripping my bare outer thigh. With deliberate, torturous friction, he bunched the sheer silk of my gown upward until the fabric rested high over my hip. His long fingers glided over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, tracing higher and higher, parting my legs with effortless dominance until his broad hand settled heavy against the junction between my thighs.A sharp, breathless whimper ripped from my throat as an undeniable, throbbing heat pooled low in my belly.Zayden let out a low, guttural groan from deep in his chest. His thumb pressed firmly against the thin, damp silk covering my center, rubbing in slow, circular strokes. The fab

When the heavy bedroom doors clicked shut and Zayden’s footsteps faded down the corridor, the silence left behind felt heavier than before.“The choice is entirely yours, Serena.”His words echoed in my mind. Every rational instinct screamed at me to barricade myself inside the suite. Walking into a gathering of ruthless, dangerous figures sounded like stepping straight into an open furnace. Yet the memory of Lady Seraphina’s gentle warmth held me back; she had treated me with genuine compassion, and I didn't want to disappoint her. More than that, the suffocating stone walls of this fortress were driving me insane. Stepping out, even for a few hours, felt better than staring at the same dark tapestries.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.Mrs. Gable entered, followed by three young maids pushing two rolling racks overflowing with haute-couture evening gowns, along with velvet cases of glittering diamonds and sapphires."Miss Serena," Mrs. Gable said respectfully, bowing her head. "

"Stay beside my mother, Serena. Do not wander. Do not take a single step away from this platform alone. Keep your feet planted right here."Zayden’s low, lethal baritone still vibrated in my ears as his fingers released my wrist. He turned away, ascending the marble dais with terrifying grace, his heavy velvet coat trailing behind him before he dropped onto the jagged obsidian throne like an ancient warlord carved from darkness and stone.The moment he took his seat, the vast ballroom fell into absolute, tomb-like stillness.An elderly man with silver hair and an obsidian cane walked to the center of the hall, bowing low until his chest nearly touched the marble."Alpha King," the old man announced, his gravelly voice echoing across the vaulted ceilings.The strange, imposing title rang in my head, yet my attention was violently pulled away from the throne. Standing near the side exit of the dais was Lucian.My heart twisted with a sharp, suffocating ache. Lucian was staring straight

"It was you..."My voice trembled, barely louder than the gentle lap of the luminous amethyst water against the cavern stones. The steam rising from the Violet Spring clung to my wet lashes, but my gaze remained locked on him in absolute, paralyzing terror."In the misty forest... the giant black wolf who ripped those monsters apart and spared my life... it was you all along, wasn't it?"Zayden stood waist-deep in the glowing pool, bare-chested, the water glistening against the brutal contours of his muscular frame. His dark mahogany irises, still flecked with the fading embers of incandescent gold, bore straight into my soul."Yes," he answered, his baritone raw, stripped of all arrogance. "It was me."A choked sob caught in my throat. I pressed my back harder against the jagged cavern wall, my soaked ivory gown heavy and freezing against my skin despite the warm water. My entire world was collapsing around me."You're a monster," I whispered, my chest heaving with rapid, panicked br

The heavy oak doors of the eastern wing groaned open, followed by the dull, uneven drag of boots against cold stone.Lucian stumbled into the private antechamber, clutching his shredded left shoulder. Crimson blood seeped through his torn velvet tunic, dripping onto the marble with every labored breath. His skin was deathly pale, his hazel eyes clouded with exhaustion and the lingering sting of defeat."Lucian!"A sharp gasp cut through the dim room. Lady Seraphina rose from the high-backed velvet armchair, her silk skirts sweeping the floor as she rushed to her youngest son. She caught him by his uninjured arm, steadying his trembling frame before he could collapse against the hearth."What happened to you?" she demanded, her voice laced with maternal terror as her hands hovered over the deep claw marks tearing through his flesh. "Who dared do this to a prince of the realm?"Lucian choked out a bitter, hollow laugh, dropping his head as fresh tears of guilt burned behind his eyes."I