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CHAPTER 30: The Big Reveal
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 31: Bloodshed
Once our wolves take over our appearances, they also rule over our minds and control our actions. I can identify what’s happening through the lenses of my lycan eyes, but I can’t do anything else aside from that.My torn clothes dangle all over me. My saliva gushes in between my canines. My feral growl explodes out of my vibrating throat. As I’m getting to my feet… or should I say, my paws, all pairs of eyes that are directed at me are unblinkingly wide. All bodies are shakingly paralyzed. All mouths are hanging open, some release scream, others release halted breaths. Finally, one clear voice, Errol’s, reaches my ears. He yells, “Kill her!” Everyone stands still, but there’s one who dares to follow Errol’s order, Mia. She bravely crawls back to grab the gun she aimed at my head earlier. But, she moves so shakily and slowly that, without the need to move from my spot, my long, muscular limb manages to reach the gun first. I stomp on it, then pull it with my paw towards me. Dumbfo
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 32: Remorse
My eyelids quiver when I inch them open. Even though my vision is blurry and my head is aching, I force myself into a sitting position, and lean my back against something comfortably hard. Then, I notice that I’m wearing a slightly loose nightgown and I’m sitting on a huge bed. While I’m trying to remember what just happened, I stare at the plush curtains with luminous sunlight spreading on them. Not long after, my memory suddenly recovers the petrifying recent events. My chest tightens and my tears begin to sting my eyes. I curl on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest and tucking my face in my arms. What am I gonna do now? Not only that I put myself in danger, but I also put my entire pack, my entire race in danger! I was so scared of dying and being r.aped, so I let my wolf take over me, completely dismissing the atrocious consequences of it. I was so stupid and selfish! An unceasing sickening remorse bubbles inside of me, granulating all of my hopes of being with Davide again.
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 33: Unexpectedly
Knocks come to the door and Vivienne, who’s leaning on it, opens it. Since my defeated gaze doesn’t wanna depart from my lap, I’m unable to see who just came, though I can hear her voice, a woman’s voice. She says, “Madame, Mr. Ocampo just arrived and he’s waiting for you to meet him.” My gaze frantically lifts to Vivienne’s back.What?! Davide is here?! I don’t think I’m ready to face him!Vivienne’s voice echoes next. “Thank you. Tell him that Mackenzie and I will be heading down in a few minutes. Offer him some coffee or snacks while we’re preparing ourselves.” “Yes, madame.”Vivienne peeks through the hallway for some time. She only shuts the door close when the woman’s footsteps fade. Then, she faces me again.“Just in case Davide asks you why you didn’t come home to him last night, you must tell the same lie I told him to make us both believable. Tell him that we enjoyed our conversation last night and that you weren’t able to notice your alcohol intake. Remember, you were v
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 34: Mackenzie's Answer
“Will you marry me, Mackenzie?” I’m dumbfounded at Davide’s question. Is our situation reversed? Am I the one who’s hallucinating now? I thought that that may be the case, but I’m proven wrong when he repeats his question while jerking the ring in a box. “Will you marry me?”I can’t commit to it yet. It’s only been a week since we met each other. Sure, we both make our feelings felt, but… but we have a lot of things to consider and to ponder through before entering a more serious chapter of our lives. I open my mouth, but when I realize that I’m short for an answer, I close it, then press it tight. That causes Davide to sag her eyelids and to lower the box in his hands. The sadness he once had earlier returns. “No?” he asks. It’s not really a ‘no’ coz I wanna spend the rest of my life with him, but I can’t accept his proposal yet until I’m brave enough to be honest to him… to let him know that I’m a lycan, and of course, for him to accept me for being a lycan. “Seven days,”
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 35: Another Enemy
On the same day that the job offer is signed, I also get biometric access to the laboratory. Therefore, I don’t waste time and continue what I have left off there. Just like the last time, the laboratory is empty and the heavy metal door at the rear part of the area, where I first saw Dr. Gustavo and the dead wolf he named Ash, is still secured. Now, instead of sifting through each detail of the already available researches, which I’m sure aren’t sufficient to prove anything about us, my focus is to find the ‘most precious’ thing that Mr. Alesandro and Dr. Gustavo were bragging about. However, before I can even start flipping a catalog, or opening a drawer or turning on a computer, the laboratory’s robotic male voice thrums. It says, ‘Identity Verified!’. Coming from the sliding tinted door is Davide’s younger brother and rival, Gabrielle. His dark, piercing eyes are aimed at me and so is the direction of his striding long legs. “Hi,” I say, awkwardly. I quickly turn away fr
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 36: Hopeful Again
Davide and Gabrielle keep on rolling against each other. They battle for dominance, while I, immobilize, just watch. When Davide gets on top of Gabrille for the nth time, he’s finally able to do what he’s been avoiding to do - withdrawing his gun from its holder, then pointing it to Gabrielle’s forehead. Gabrielle attempts to retaliate by also pulling his gun, which I just stole. When he can’t grope anything, he curses and lies still.I want Davide to protect me, but seeing him willing to kill because of that sends an even stronger fear through me. If he kills because of me, then I’ll be equally as guilty as him! With my buckling knees, I rise. With my wobbling legs, I run towards them with my arms crossed over my partly exposed b.reasts. “Davide stop!” I say, while pulling him by his polo’s sleeves. Davide’s eyes burn with fury, which is reciprocated by Garielle’s alarmed glare. Though Davide is still pointing his gun inches from his brother’s forehead, his index finger is tr
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 37: An Incredibly Frightening Revelation
After having a very steamy moment in his Ferrari, Davide and I get back to the mansion and have another round of more steamy moments. I find myself n.aked in his arms the following day, in his bedroom, on his bed. My muscles are throbbing and my hips are numbing. It’s already difficult to get out of bed, but it’s even more difficult to walk. I force my weak legs to propel towards the bathroom. Normally, I can walk a few steps in just a few seconds, but because of what happened last night between me and Davide, it takes me about more than a minute just to reach the bathroom. Once I’m inside the shower area, I let the water from the shower faucet cascade on my vibrating skin. Though the water doesn’t fully nullify all my body pains, it actually reduces half of it, which is still great. After I’m cleaned and all, I skim through Davide’s closet and change into his loose shirt and his baggy pair of shorts. Following that, I take a gold pen from a pen holder and tear a paper from a pile
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 38: The Bravest Confession There Is
My heart is racing with my mind. My heart’s hesitation to take the necessary action is feuding against my mind’s disposition to do the right thing. I need to escape as soon as I can! I don’t wanna be killed and I also don’t wanna kill again! But, what about Davide?! Should I tell him my secret now?! What if he freaks out?! What if he kills me this time?! But it’s also not right to just leave him without giving a valid reason why?! I don’t want him to think that I left because I’ve fallen out of love for him! As soon as Mr. Alessandro and Dr. Gustavo’s voices and scents disappear, I carefully and noiselessly get out of the powder room, then Mr. Alessandro’s office. The hallway is, as usual, empty, giving me more space to breathe and to recalibrate. Sweat is muffling my forehead, so I try to clean it with my palms before anyone can see it and question it. I don’t know if the simple wiping of it is enough to make me look a little unbothered, but I can’t waste more time. I must sort
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