All Chapters of Two mates for the Mafia Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter 1: The Golden CageEzraThe crystal chandeliers above the grand hall burned too bright, casting sharp golden light across hundreds of perfectly dressed wolves pretending to care about peace. I stood on the marble steps in my ceremonial white suit, silver embroidery catching the light and smiled like I meant it.Twenty-two years of peace. Twenty-two years since my fathers… Alpha Damon and the legendary male Omega Milo… defeated Queen Millen and rebuilt this broken world. Twenty-two years, and tonight every noble pack from the United Territories had crammed into our palace to celebrate the day they survived extinction.I was their Golden Prince. Their perfect symbol.And I was burning alive from the inside out."Prince Ezra." Lady Veraine glided toward me, her crimson gown flowing like blood across the white stone. Her daughter trailed behind, eyes downcast in that practiced Omega submission that made my skin crawl. "May I present my daughter, Celeste? She would be honored to sh

Chapter 3: Farewells and New BeginningsEzra"What do you mean dying?"Milo's voice came out strangled, barely above a whisper. His face had gone pale, purple eyes wide with horror as he stared at Healer Daphne like she had just stabbed him.Damon's reaction was more explosive. "That's impossible. He's fine. He has been fine…""He hasn't been fine," Daphne interrupted, her tone sharp enough to cut through a True Alpha's denial. And in the whole of the six provinces, it was only her that could achieve such without having her head separated from her body."The burning. The exhaustion. The loss of control during battle. None of that is normal, Alpha Damon. Prince Ezra has three mate marks, and without completing all three bonds, the power building inside him will kill him before Winter Solstice."The room went deathly silent.I watched my fathers process the information, saw the exact moment realisation finally hit him. Milo swayed on his feet, and Damon caught him automatically, both of

Chapter 5: The Northern TyrantEzraThe Northern Wastes lived up to their name… a frozen hellscape of ice, rock, and wolves who would rather gut you than say hello.I had been tracking the bond for six days through terrain that seemed designed to kill travelers. My supplies had run out two days ago. My fancy royal cloak was shredded from climbing through thorn forests. And the black mark on my chest pulled me north like a fishhook lodged in my sternum, dragging me toward something I couldn't see but desperately needed.Whoever my first mate was, they lived in the armpit of the world.The snowstorm hit without warning… one minute it was all clear skies, the next moment everywhere was covered in a blizzard that made visibility to be poor. I pulled my ruined cloak tighter and kept walking, trusting the pull of the bond more than my eyes.That's when I heard the growling.The hairs on my skin immediately stood at erect. The sound came from every direction at once, circling me in the white

Chapter 7: Three Marks, Three FatesEzraI woke up in a cell that smelled like mildew and wolf piss. I groaned, holding my head that was throbbing with migraine.“Stupid bastard” I cursed out aloud, trying to sit up, slowly taking in the bandage wrapped around my shoulders from where the corrupted wolf bit me.The bond mark on my chest pulsed steadily now… no longer burning, but warm. I could feel the psychos presence through our bond. Kade. The scarred wolf. My mate."Hey!" I called. "Anyone out there?"Silence.I stood, ignoring the way my head swam, and moved to the door. Through the bars, I could see a narrow corridor lit by torches. Empty."I know you can hear me!" I raised my voice. "Phsyco! We need to talk!"The scarred wolf appeared on the other side of the bars, an expression carved from ice. Up close, in better light, I could see more details. The scars weren't random… they were deliberate. Like someone had taken their time carving up his face.My wolf surged with protectiv