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CHAPTER 38: The Bravest Confession There Is
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 39: He Finally Sees Me
Bato and Conrad’s accumulated force is stronger than my own. So, no matter how aggressively I pull my body back or shove my arms, they still manage to tug me to a far-off, seemingly abandoned junkshop. The area is filled with stinky garbage bins and animal feces, causing my stomach to flip upside down. The air is hot and stale and the only ventilation that’s coming in is from the holes on its shabby roof. Bato and Conrad forcefully release their grips on me when we're far enough from the rickety, rusty door. The foamed fury in me is eclipsed by my boldness. I pitch my glare to them, then say, “I can’t believe that you’ll go this far for money! I can’t believe that you’ll put our race’s security in limbo for money!” I pause to relax my breath, before continuing with a colder and firmer tone, “I won’t let you get away with this! I swear, you’ll all pay for what you’ve done to me!”Both of them glance at each other with cocky smirks plastering their faces before laughing out loud, ev
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 40: Into the Unknown
DAVIDE’S POV: An indescribable fear shakes my entire body, especially my hands when the unwounded man with an unkempt beard suddenly transforms into the monster I once saw before. Bushy hairs blanket his skin. Jagged, razor-sharp teeth emerge from his mouth. Sharp, long claws appear on his fingers. His height and size almost double too. His growls reverberate when he charges towards my direction. A hefty panic rushes through me alongside my fear. They interfere with my long years of firearm training, resulting in me being unable to correctly hit my target with any of the bullets of my guns. Now that I’ve come face to face with a lycan again, why am I letting my fear take charge of how I should think and act again?! D.amn it! I keep pulling my guns’ triggers until their bullets have run out. When I have nothing or can’t think of anything to protect myself and Mackenzie, I take staggering steps back. However, when a growl and a huge shadow from behind me suddenly appear, my fear im
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 41: The Next Step
Once we’re far from the abandoned junk shop, I park my car in a place where not so many people are passing by. There’s a gasoline station and a convenience store nearby, but the area seems secluded, which is perfect for my liking. Using the first aid kit that I have in the compartment of my car, I transfer to the backseat and start curing Mackenzie’s wounds. The instant her bloody body turns up in my vision again, my heart contracts and beats slow and weak. D.amn! I won’t forgive myself if something bad happens to Mackenzie! Just like with Dahlia, I was late taking the appropriate actions again! If I had moved a little faster, then she wouldn’t end up like this! With my trembling and blood-stained hands I soak the cotton ball with an ample amount of disinfectant, then carefully rub it on the nasty gashes on Mackenzie’s chest area. I almost don’t wanna look at her, but I have to so I know where to heal her. Her body and her closed eyelids jerk a little and a painful moan escap
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 42: No Secrets to Hide
MACKENZIE’S POV: I open my eyes but stay still on a comfy, cottony bed underneath me. Then, I look around and realize that I’m somewhere unfamiliar. Above me is an unlit chandelier and a high paneled ceiling. Around me are white walls with elements of washed-out woods. And on my left is a floor-to-ceiling glass door or window with gray-draped curtains. I force myself to sit up and when the blanket that’s muffling my body falls to my lap, the gauzes that’s covering my chest area get exposed. I run my fingers across the gauze while I’m recalling the last few events that happened before I passed out. While feeling the rough friction of the gauze against my fingertips, my memory frisks me back to a filthy junk shop where I was fighting Conrad and Bato in our lycan forms. There were howling, growling, scratching, biting, blood spilling, saliva gushing and… and… and there’s Davide, watching from a distance! I gasp when I now fully remember that I did show Davide who I really am. He now
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 43: Something Surprisingly Unsurprising
Warmth pumps up on my cheeks and neck while I stare at my engagement ring and whisper inwardly ‘I’ll soon become Mrs. Ocampo’. I have had a ruined wedding before, so there are some jitters in my stomach at the thought of wearing a new wedding dress while walking down the aisle again. What makes the jitters go wilder is the fact that Mr. Alessandro will be, in no doubt, against our wedding. But, being that the case, my exuberance and excitement about our wedding can’t be eclipsed by any form of possible setbacks. I can feel it. I can sense it. And I’m manifesting it. My wedding with Davide will happen in the most amazing way it can. When my happy thoughts get tired of gripping me, I head towards the kitchen downstairs to make a great impression on Davide as his future wife. I know how to cook simple and rustic food, but for today's lunch, I wanna prepare something special. Luckily, there’s a rack of culinary magazines at the kitchen counter that can guide me. So, I grab one and che
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 44: The Result
Inside the powder room, which is a few steps from the dining area, I take off my p.anties and insinuate the pregnancy test strip in my urine stream while I pee. Once done, I place the test strip on top of the marbled sink while I clean myself up. And with bated breath, I wait for the result. My heart keeps smashing my chest and my nerves keep twisting underneath my skin. Five minutes in and there’s no result yet, making me go crazy. “Come on. Come one. Come on.”My body has been stiffed up since the doctor showed me the test kit and my body stiffed more when the test kit landed on my palm. However, that stiffness degenerates to an extreme when the result finally flaunts itself to me - two colored lines!“I’m pregnant,” I murmur, still in shock.Excitement. Nervousness. Happiness. All these joggles through me, competing against each other which among them is the strongest. Tears fill my eyes. A smile wreaths on my face. And a soft chuckle flies loose from my mouth. “I’m pregnant,”
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 45: Making Up
DAVIDE’S POV: It pains me to doubt the baby in Mackenzie’s womb. I love her. I wanna be with her. I wanna have my own family with her, to have my own children with her. But, it’s only been almost two weeks since we’ve met and her explanation about this one-day pregnancy result thing is mind-boggling. Besides that, she had an ex-fiancé, who’s possibly the father of her child. I sink my elbows on my legs as I brush my hair to the back of my head with my hands. I then clutch my hair at the nape of my neck while dipping my head down low. I shouldn’t be questioning Mackenzie’s situation when I’m not really that knowledgeable about lycan’s body. Apart from that, she’s pregnant and she doesn’t need all this stress. I gotta do something to fix what I’ve broken somehow. I take off my phone from my pocket and dial Sebastian’s number.After a few rings, he picks up my call. [“Hey! What’s up, Mr. Ocampo? Anything else aside from a doctor and a chef?”] “Yes, I need you to send me a bouquet
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 46: Riddles
ALESSANDRO’S POV: I aggressively get to my feet, then strike my desk with my tightly clenched fists, making Gustavo and my men jolt. Fury inflames my body. Its heat blisters my flesh and boils my blood. “Davide can’t take away my most precious subject! If I lose that subject, I’ll lose multi-billions of dollars!” The heat nips my throat, hurting it so much that I have to gulp a glass of water after speaking. I then plod the glass back on my desk. The impact of it causes the glass to splinter and its remaining water to spill. Gustavo awkwardly grins while scratching the back of his head. I focus my glare at him, turning his awkwardness into nervousness. He then transfers his hand from the back of his head to his thick eye glasses to… well, to just fidget. “I understand that our subject’s disappearance will be a huge loss to us, especially to you since you’re the one who’s financing our experiment,” he says. “But, I suggest that you calm down. We can’t dismiss the probability
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 71: A Phone Call Not to Ignore
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 70: The Honeymoon
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 69: The Vow
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 68: The Preparations
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
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 67: Finally!
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
