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CHAPTER 52: A Son's Resolve
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Growls incessantly clear out of me. But no matter how feral they are, they can’t reduce the searing anger that’s foaming up within me. Father stays calm though. If he thinks he can intimidate me with his indignant stoicness like always, well he’s wrong. The anger in me is much stronger than any kind of intimidation he’s hurling my way. To prove that I really am unbothered by his apathy, I clutch the gates and violently shake them. The ones who are with father start to shift into their lycan forms. They position themselves in a stance of readiness to fight. Despite the bloodshed that’s awaiting me, I keep shaking the gates with the desperate desire to get in. Frank and Elaine also shapeshift into lycans and help me in shaking the gates. It doesn’t take a minute when we successfully destroy the gates. When the gates collapse to the ground, all hell breaks loose. Thudding of bodies and growling of anger fill the scene. Everyone who’s transformed either attacks or retaliates.My first a
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In less than two days after waking up, I regain some of the strength I need to walk without anyone’s assistance. My skin is still covered with gauzes though, but the burnt doesn’t look as terrible as I anticipated it would be. Nothing else has happened aside from me battling my impatience for Vivienne’s confirmation about his men’s arrival and my anxiety of what’s currently happening to Mackenzie and our unborn child. As I’m staring outside the window and clutching my phone inside my pocket, knocks come to the door. Everytime it happens, I’m wishing that it’s Mackenzie who’ll enter. But as always, it’s somebody I’m not interested to see or to talk to - it’s dad, this time. For the first time since I woke up, we finally meet again. No, actually, for the first time since I eloped with Mackenzie, we finally see each other again coz I didn’t see his face when he ambushed us. I only heard his disagreeable voice. “How are you, my son?” he asks with his arms raised sideways while he saun
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I pull up my car at the same time Dr. Gustavo gets out of his car. In the quickest pace I can, I rush towards him while untucking the pistol I stole from one of the made-men I killed. I yell, “Don’t move!” Dr. Gustavo trembles the instant he sees the pistol, pointing at him, and my murderous glare, also aiming at him. His thick eyeglasses almost fall off from the bridge of his big nose while his eyes are almost popping out of fear. “Boss Davide, what is this all about?” he asks. “Can’t you see?” I ask with sarcasm and coldness. “You’re about to die.” “B-but why?” “Why?” I ask back, almost chortling. “You didn’t know why?” “I-I re-really didn’t know. If I did some-something offensive to you, then g-give me a chance to make it up to you. D-don’t act hastily,” he says. My face clenches more and so does my chest. My grip on the pistol also tightens when Mackenzie’s urn crops up in my head. I reply, with pure fury and without any sarcasm unlike earlier, “Mackenzie. You can’t
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 57: The Bloody Fight Between Humans and Lycans
MACKENZIE’S POV: “What’s going on?! Why are there lycans here?!” Lycans are growling and howling, bodies and cars are thudding and screeching, raining bullets are banging and charging. Apprehension gyrates through every inch of my body. I can’t move, let alone breathe properly. As I watch the chaotic, bloody scene unravel in front of me, Davide’s warm palm and fingers wrap my hand, reducing my apprehension a little. “Let’s get inside,” he says. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I need to talk to these lycans to stop attacking,” I reply without taking my eyes off the untamed lycans. “Before you can get the chance to talk to them, you need to dodge hundreds of bullets from my gang members first!” he hisses. The frustration and the anxiety in his voice is so palpable and they somehow disintegrate the warmness his touch is giving me. “What are we gonna do then? Leave everyone to kill each other?” I ask. It’s not my intention to be as frustrated as him, but that’s how I sound
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I wake up with no body pains, no stinging wounds and no trickling blood. The instant a total consciousness gets back to me, the first thing I think of is Davide. He was wounded and bleeding and almost dead the last time I saw him. I jolt on the bed, then frantically sit up. The room is unfamiliar to me. It has a beige and white color palette, a family-size bed below me, a flatscreen TV in front of me and an air-conditioner that mitigates the sultry-looking mountain view through the fixed, glass window at the side. I also notice that I’m wearing a white, cotton robe with what I assume is the name of the place stitched on its left chest pocket - Sunrise Inn. I’ve never heard of the name. So I don’t have an idea where exactly I am. I roll out of bed and rush through the door. Outside the room is another room, a living and a dining area altogether. I keep walking around until I find another door. Just when I’m about to clutch the doorknob, the door clicks, then shrieks open. To my h
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 59: Another Chance?
Everything becomes slow in motion when Alpha Allen finally appears from the small hallway of the entrance door. Then, everything stops when our eyes lock for the first time in what seems to be a long time. It takes some laborious seconds, before one of us budges. I blink first and when my heart thuds, I veer my faltering eyes away from his unswerving ones. I then clasp my fingers underneath the dining table to stop them from fidgeting. My discomfort is too palpable and it’s impossible for anyone not to notice it. That’s why I don’t understand why mama and papa proactively offer to leave the room so Alpha Allen and I can talk alone. I wanna tug them back by force as they stride away from us and I wanna run towards them as they disappear through the door. When Alpha Allen and I are finally alone, the quietness of the room is so nasty, forcing my heart to thud even louder and rowdier. Since I can’t look him straight in the eyes again, I only see his body’s movements. They’re relax
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 60: The Burning Fury
DAVIDE’S POV: I’m woken up by an indignant, desperate scream - “Please, somebody help me!” I think that I’m still dreaming, but I also hear screeching and other noises somewhere nearby. Then I remember what was happening before I passed out, there was a nasty battle between lycans and my gang members. So I assume that those noises are from those who are fighting. I stay still to relax some of my throbbing body parts, especially my head. The noises continue and I wanna continue ignoring them too. However, the more I try to ignore them, the more I realize that those noises aren’t the same ones I heard from the recent battle I saw. There’s no howling or growling of lycans and there’s no ear-splitting firing bullets from my gang members. I inch my eyes open and frantically sit up when my vision captures the unfamiliar white ceiling with a small chandelier hanging at its center. I glance around. My car is nowhere, and so do the laboratory, the massive properties of dad and the figh
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