All Chapters of The Mafia's Lycan Slave: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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.

“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,”

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

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

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