All Chapters of The Mafia's Lycan Slave: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Pregnant! Pregnant! Pregnant! That one word bothers me so much to the point that sleeping becomes oddly impossible to do. My chest is recklessly pounding while my head is savagely undulating. Fury! Dismay! Regret! These three always unwanted sensations are antagonistically working together to devastate me in every possible way. I’m furious at Davide for possibly impregnating a monster and possibly giving me a future grandchild who’ll also be a monster! I’m dismayed that he doesn’t even consider his actions and decisions - I expect him to be smarter than that! And I’m regretting for allowing them to be too close and inseparable - I thought that their closeness would fetter Mackenzie securely to us, but it backfired! I breathe in and breathe out heavily to pacify the ludicrous distress that’s bolting in me. I then close my eyes, pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers and dig my elbow on my desk while waiting for Primo to accept my video call request. It takes me about two at

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

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

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

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