All Chapters of The Mafia's Lycan Slave: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dr. Gustavo presses his outstretched right palm at the center of the steel door’s steel wheel. A loud click echoes, which is followed by the same robotic male voice I heard from earlier that says. “Identity verified!” The dull screeching of the door as it automatically opens incongruously chimes with my rapid heartbeats. The instant the door clouts its secret to me, my composure is disturbed. My heart races a millions times faster while my knees uncontrollably tremble, causing me to almost fall. The scene also demandingly makes my eyes wide and my jaw drops. An unconscious or probably dead gray wolf is submerged in a crystal clear greenish water and is confined in a life-size glass tube. Thick criss-crossed wires are attached to its body and the apparatuses near it. “What on earth…?” I murmur. “Welcome! Welcome!” Dr. Gustavo enthusiastically exclaims while skimming his feet against the floor and towards the glass tube. I stagger when I attempt to step forward. Luckily, Mr.

I wake up to a savory aroma and a sizzling sound. Despite that, laziness is still trotting in my body that getting out of bed is so difficult to do. My laziness isn’t my only problem, my heavy eyes are too. I haven’t slept long enough to be ready for today. The bedroom assigned to me by Mr. Davide, though way better than my own back home in terms of space and looks, is uncomfortable. But what makes me even more uncomfortable is the unrevealed revelation of Mr. Alessandro and Dr. Gustavo about their ‘most precious proof’. If this proof really exists and they’re hiding it somewhere, then I need to find it before it’s too late. My agony about this proof upends my laziness. I quickly climb down from bed, then wash my face and brush my teeth in the bathroom. I rush to the vanity mirror to fix my hair into a messy bun, then to the cabinet to change into my shirt and jeans. When I’m ready, I walk towards the door, but before my hand could nudge the doorknob, knocks come first. Without t

I’m glad that after the interviews for the most obnoxious job I’ve ever known, Mr. Davide doesn’t forget what he promised - letting me know the reason why he’s settling for a s.ex slave rather than finding a real girlfriend. Mr Davide stands up from his oversized chair and walks towards the wooden cabinet built on the left wall. I can’t really see anything he’s doing since his broad back is facing me. All I hear are echoes of simultaneous screeching, clattering and clinching. After a short moment, he turns around, carrying a box that’s the size of his palm. He sits down on his chair again, then pushes the box to me and says, “Inside this box is the reason why I don’t do and won’t do the girlfriend thing.” I stare at the box with a prudent hesitation to touch it. “Open it," he says. His permission effortlessly crumbles my hesitation. My hands pull the box closer to me, then remove its lid. Inside the box is a smaller box, which seems to be a ring's box. Underneath that, are p

MACKENZIE’S POV: My eyes swell and burn while my head aches. The last thing I wanna do is encounter Mr. Davide again. With tears uncontrollably gushing down on my cheeks, I head to my assigned bedroom downstairs, then grab my readily-packed bag and rush towards the main doors. “Mackenzie?” one of the maids, Esther, says. “Are you okay? What happened?” I sniffle several times, before being able to respond. “I’ll be leaving. I can’t work here anymore.” “But you can’t just leave,” she protests. What the hell? How dare she stop me from leaving? I wipe my tears with the back of my hands and narrow my eyes at her. I’m flooded with frustrations and I don’t wanna aim those frustrations at her. After making her feel that I don’t appreciate her response to me with my intense stare, I walk past her. To my surprise, her footsteps, along with mine, echo. “Mackenzie,” she says. I keep thrusting forward, ignoring her. Still and all, she also keeps pressing on. “In more than a day t

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