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CHAPTER 17: I Will Leave!
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‘I’ll try my best to change if you stay.’ Mr. Davide’s words continue to linger in my head hours after hearing them. What does he mean by that phrase? Should I interpret it the obvious way - is he implying that he’s willing to let me into his life? Or is there an unconventional interpretation of it, which I could only understand if he explains it himself?I curl myself below the thick blanket as the chills from the unknown darts back-and-forth in my spine. My wounds, that Esther treated, are worsening by those chills. I’m supposed to be leaving, right? Leaving and going to a place where Alpha Primo and his men would never find me is the best thing that I should do. I know in my heart that I can’t kill, which means I can’t fulfill my mission anymore. Therefore, I accept that I’ll never be worthy of the ‘Luna’ title. But here I am, stuck in the bed while considering Mr. Davide’s words, as if agreeing to him will make my situation any better.When my head aches more, I rest it on th
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I run my fingers across Mr. Davide’s rippling abs while gently rubbing my cheek against his hard, buff chest. I giggle inwardly as I repeat his ‘I love you too, Mackenzie’ in my head several times. I thought Alpha Allen’s rejection was the end of my happy days, little did I know that it just set me free to introduce me to my second-chance mate. “By the way,” I say, lifting my gaze to his face. “You’re gonna show me something earlier, right?” He caresses the top of my forehead with the tip of his nose, before answering, “Yeah, I remember, but I don’t wanna get up yet. I just wanna spend the rest of the day with you.” “Okay,” I say, still giggling. I’m not gonna protest against something I also wanna do. We lay relaxed and hushed under the thick blanket, cuddling each other’s body, admiring each other’s company and listening to each other’s harmonious heartbeats. Destiny took our lovers from us. He lost Dahlia from a lycan, I lost Alpha Allen from… well, a fellow lycan. But des
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The radiating sun gloats itself in the high blue sky, while the rattling and hissing noises of cars that occupy almost the entire paved streets reverberate.Mr. Davide takes me to one of Manila’s famous avenues for shopping. A smile has permanently stuck on my face ever since I hop down from his two-seater Ferrari. Soon after, my delighted eyes roam with my thrilled legs as we get closer to our destination - the arrays of luxury brand shops that exhibit themselves in a long and massive property at one side of the road. Mr. Davide ushers me to one of the stores - ‘Chanel’. The store’s interior is in a white and black color palette and is decorated with glass stands and glass racks of clothes, bags and shoes. Almost immediately after entering Chanel, a couple of its employees in black uniforms welcome us with smiles on their faces and sparkles on their eyes.“Mr. Ocampo, it’s nice to see you again!” one of the employees says.Again? So that’s why everyone is so happy when they saw Mr.
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 21: More Reasons to be Panicked
We’re already in Mr. Davide’s Ferrari with bags of Chanel products he bought for me concealed on its trunk, but the reflection of my lycan on the store’s mirror plus the employee’s words about Mr. Davide’s previous women being in that same store as me still bother me. “Are you okay, Mackenzie? You’ve been very quiet,” Mr. Davide says. Of course I can’t tell him about my secret, but what I can discuss with him is the disconcerting fact that he brought me to the same store where he also brought his s.ex slaves. I shouldn’t be starting this conversation, but it’ll eat me alive if I don’t hear an explanation for it. So I’d rather have an argument with him than to feel disturbed during our entire trip. I say, “I found out that you also brought your s.ex slaves to that same Chanel store.” He’s hushed, shifting his gaze between me and his Ferrari’s front glass. His jaw is also tensing, but he’s trying to relax it every second or two. His silence creates a far stronger unbending air b
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 22: The First Night in Paris
Mr. Davide’s private jet takes off from the airport at around lunch time. The view from up top is breathtaking and the most noteworthy out of all nature's offerings are the featureless clouds that hug the crystal-blue sea and the miniature-like islands that are floating from across that sea. Oohs and aahs keep bolting out of my mouth. Goosebumps keep vibrating on my skin. I’ve never imagined that I’d get to ride a private jet let alone see this jaw-dropping bird's-eye view of Manila. The man, who I initially thought would give me the worst days of my life, is the one who’s actually offering me the best days of my life! “Thank you!” I say as I sling my eyes to Mr. Davide. “We’re not yet in the most exciting part,” he replies as he raises his glass of red wine to me. I lift my own glass of red wine and say, “Cheers!” The rims of our glasses clink as we make a toast. I take a sip on the wine. Its luscious, prominent tannins, moderate acidity and dryness perfectly complement its
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 23: A Rare Happiness
The sun is already high when Davide and I head down to the hotel’s beachfront. He has his button-down polo that exposes his buff chest and his knee-length shorts that exhibits his long, muscular, hairy legs. While I’m in my two-piece Chanel swimsuit that’s hidden underneath a white, long flowy cover up dress. Davide doesn’t release my hand from the time we step out of the penthouse until the time we arrive at the beach. He’s really doing his best to make me feel that I’m a girlfriend and not some kind of entertainer to him, which I really, really appreciate. We settle ourselves in one of the series of lounge areas a few meters from the sea. The lounge is a low, wooden platform, which has two beach beds that’s covered in white mattresses, a glass table and a transversely arched canopy. As I’m comfortably sitting on one of the beds, Davide pulls out a bottle of sunscreen from the tote bag I brought with me. He then waves it in front of his face and asks, “Do you want some?” “Sur
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 24: A Gift for Mackenzie
Our first night and first day in Paris are nothing but moments filled with love, passion and happiness. These kinds of moments are exactly what we wanna duplicate on our second day. Well, actually, the rest of our decades to come. It’s day two of our trip in Paris. Davide has a makeup artist and a hairdresser come up in the penthouse. While he’s busy in our bedroom preparing for whatever this corporate meeting is, I’m left with the makeup artist and the hairdresser in the massive living area. “My name is Lucas. I’m pleased to meet you, madame,” says the makeup artist in his French accent. “I’m Mackenzie. It’s nice to meet you too.”“Do you have any particular request for your makeup, madame?” he asks, while exaggeratingly flinching his fingers near his face.“Not really. Maybe something light, that’ll look complimentary on my jumpsuit,” I reply, before pointing to the deep blue jumpsuit hanging on a gold clothes rack along with my other dresses and clothes.“Your wish is my comm
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 25: Vivienne's Pride
Little by little, after some time of battling the fear that’s smoldering in my chest, I finally hear other noises aside from what my heartbeats are producing.“Mackenzie! Mackenzie!” Davide’s voice pirouettes in my ears, completely abating the aggressively loud thuds of my heart. Davide quickly squeezes the coat inside the box, then slumps the lid on the box, before carefully pulling me down back to my seat. “Water, please!” he yells. A few moments later, a staff member enters the room with three bottles of water in his hands. He offers me one, then lays the other two on the table, before stepping out again. Since I can’t properly think or move, Davide assists me in ripping the bottle’s cup. My hands tremble as I inch the bottle’s rim close to my drying lips. The coldness of the water that speeds through me alleviates a huge lump of the heat in my chest, giving me the ability to breathe well again. The blurriness in my eyes also disappears and the first one they capture when the
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I’m told that, while I was gone and fighting for justice, Vivienne helped Davide book our wedding in a church called San Lorenzo Ruiz Parish Church, which is located a few kilometers away from where we’re staying. They’ve also effortlessly booked a high-end restaurant for the wedding’s reception, even though there’s only five of us who’ll attend the ceremony. Now, our only problem left is to find my wedding dress, Davide’s three-piece, white suit and others’ formal clothes. It’s six in the morning when we start our travel, using the limousines that Vivienne rented, to find boutiques nearby that sell wedding attires and accessories. We’ve combed through the entire Iligan City and been to several high-end boutiques, but all of them can’t entertain us since they require a scheduled appointment first, which we don’t have the luxury of time to do so. Davide and Vivienne even offer to pay the prices of their clothes and dresses in three folds, but still, they get refused. Hours have alre
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MACKENZIE’S POV: Alpha Allen turns blue. He can't breathe, let alone move. What he’s feeling is the exact sensation I felt when he rejected me. However, I don’t feel that pain anymore. In fact, right after I accepted his rejection, I feel so much lighter and freer. I feel like heavy manacles that have been wrapping me for so long shatter. Into pieces I assist Alpha Allen onto the sofa. Then I rush towards the kitchen to get a glass from the cabinet and a pitcher of water from the refrigerator. When I rush back to the living area, his natural skin color is finally returning. His breathing is also calming. “Here,” I say while pouring some water into the glass. He takes the glass and empties it with one, swift gulp. “Do you want more?” I ask. “No, thank you,” he says, then he lays the glass on the table in front of him. There’s silence afterwards, a surprisingly ear-splitting silence between us. I wanna break free from it, but I don’t know how. When I attempt to say someth
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 66: The Mate-Bond
ALLEN’S POV: While everyone is celebrating and going home after the trial, I stay in the courtroom alone to clear my headspace. The ‘guilty’ verdict of my father’s trial is both a relief and a pain to me. Relief coz Mackenzie and our race get the justice they all deserve, and pain coz he’s my father. And seeing him in jail while awaiting his death sentence isn’t easy to take in. Be that as it may, as the next Main Alpha of the Golden Crest Pack, I have to accept his disastrous fate that he created himself.I consider visiting my father in jail, but since the tension between us is still really high, I postpone that plan and will just do it some other day or when the time is right. Instead of going home, like what others did, I head towards Mackenzie’s house to do something that I should've done before - to apologize to her regarding what I’ve done the other day, no actually, I wanna apologize for everything I’ve done.Frank and Ellaine welcome me to their house and direct me to thei
