All Chapters of Shattered Heart: My Owner is the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rebecca's eyes widened at Christian's request. Nay, the command he gave her."I-I... What?" she stuttered out."I know you heard exactly what I said, slave," Christian calmly retorted. "Now be the good slave that you are, and strip.”Rebecca may be frightened of him, of what he may do to her, but that doesn’t mean she will just drop everything and do as he says. Especially not if they were orders like that. “C-Christian, on second thought… Can’t we-?” Sadly, before she could finish her question, Christian gave her another smack across the face.“You really don’t learn your place, do you?” he sarcastically questioned. “Well, that is just fine. I won’t be the one giving you thorough lessons anyway. At the very least, I won’t have to deal with that slow stupidity of yours.”Rebecca became confused by the statement. He was not going to be the one to do what she assumed he would? While she was happy with the news, she was also worried, for if he was not going to give these sorts of ‘lesson

Christian arrived at the door leading to his office, making no gesture to even reach for the doorknob. Though he practically told Retchet that he would be meeting this one visitor of his, in all honesty, he does not want to see this person one bit. In fact, he much rather be anywhere but on the other side of the door. Being in the same room as one of the people indirectly mocking his mother disgusts him enough, but with one of the very people who ousted her? Ruined her already-miserable life even more? Not to mention made a false promise about finding her and bringing her home.‘Whatever that bastard is here for, it better be quick,’ he thought, holding back a growl. He took in a breath to calm himself and opened the door.Standing in the room, looking over a photo placed on Christian’s desk, was a man in a suit. Not too old, but also not too young, going by the bits of wrinkles he had on his face. The wisdom shown in his eyes. A guest he may be- an esteemed guest to the mass- to Chr

Christian did not know what to expect when he heard Retchet has gone mad. Retchet, one of the few werewolves who had been around since he formed the mafia, and had been an ally in Christian’s eyes. Who at one point even asked about his reason for forming this group, why he refused to be referred to as Alpha, and supported his decision wholeheartedly. To hear that very same Retchet has gone mad. Gone against his wish concerning the one creature living under the same roof as them all… He truly wishes to know now what that werewolf had to say for himself, as he marched on to the very room the guy was said to be in.“Retchet! What is the meaning of this?!” he demanded, slamming the door open.In the dark room, he could see plenty of werewolves were on the ground, battered in pain and agony, and several others standing on guard, facing a particular figure on the other side of the room. There, lying on the floor unconscious, was Rebecca, who looked worse for wear, with her clothes torn, reve

Christian was in his office, sitting at his desk, staring at the photo that Forrest had in his hand earlier. It was not much of a photo, as it was really just a drawing, made by a child. The content? A woman in a dress, with a little boy next to her. They were not just any woman and boy; the latter was him, when he first drew it many years ago, and the former was his mother.This drawing was one of the first things he made for her, after Forrest saved them- saved her- from a madman. He didn't remember much about that guy; only the pain he forced his mother to go through, while he had them imprisoned in his ‘love hotel’. At the time, he didn’t know exactly what sort of torture she had to endure; only that it often ended with her returning in a miserable state, her clothes disheveled, and sometimes with some new bruises on her body. Yet, despite what she went through, every time she returned to their room, a smile would form on her face, as though to hide her pain from her son. Or maybe

'It hurts... Everything... hurts...'Pain was the first thing that registered in Rebecca's mind as soon as she regained conscious. She slowly opened her eyes, finding herself in an unfamiliar room. It was not the dark room- at least, she hoped it wasn't- and it certainly was not Christian's room. The room seemed bigger compared to his, and it had a window, judging by the curtains she could see, with a bit of light peeking in from the other side, as she tilted her head to the side. Just that one small action alone was enough to make her groan in pain, and her body feeling just as sore.'What happened?' she wondered, raising a hand to her head.In doing so, she could see a faint red mark left on her wrist. One look at the mark, and memories of what happened last came flooding back into her, causing her to pale in shock.'O-Oh... That's right,' she thought, now turning to the side, as she curled up her body as best as she could despite the pain, and wrapped her arms around herself. 'Chri