All Chapters of Shattered Heart: My Owner is the Mafia Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rebecca didn’t know how long she had been doing this. By the time she finally felt exhaustion catch up to her, she herself was left speechless by her work on Jenna and the others. All those scars and bruises left on their bodies, the tears on their clothes, the way they shivered as they looked at her in fright. A few even pleaded for mercy as they stared at her so. Mercy that she refused to give them.Why should she give them mercy, when they never did the same to her? They don’t deserve to be spared; not when they continuously bullied her to no end, even though she has never done anything to deserve their actions.Indeed… This was only karma she was delivering to these people. A punishment that has been overdue for so long. Not even god or some outside force was willing to give it to them when they should’ve.“Are you done, girl?” one of the mafia members asked, snapping her out of her slight daze. “Yeah… Yeah, I think so,” Rebecca answered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Gotta s

Elsewhere, far from the shack, deeper in the woods, there stood a tall castle. Within the castle and around the perimeter, many people stood and patrolled about. Some were training in the training grounds, and others were just hanging with friends. The one thing was most especially particular about the people at this castle was the number of canine humanoid creatures amongst them. Rather, how they were all able to turn into such creatures. Into werewolves, much like the those in Christian's pack. Unlike the unruly group, gathered under one leader out of fear and self-interest, this group has been born into the pack their Alpha leads. The position having been inherited under the same family for generations.One werewolf sat alone in a rather large room, finishing off loads of paperwork on his desk. Unlike most werewolves, young and old alike, this one did not have much life in his eyes. They that look extremely worn, heavy, and black, indicating the lack of sleep he had been getting ov

The next day, Rebecca had been feeling restless, as she worked about Retchet's room, sweeping whatever dust and trash laid about all over the floor."Rebecca, I'm pretty sure you've swept up enough," Retchet told her, having just returned from a meeting with Christian and the other higher-ups of the gorup.Rebecca turned to him with a raised brow. "You're back already? I thought you were going to meet with the master. You said it will take a while.""Yes. And it has been a while. Over an hour ago."Surprising as it was for Rebecca to hear that an hour had already passed, when it felt like minutes to her, she gave no reaction to the news. "I see..." was all she could say.Retchet's eyes softened at the response, unsure what to make of it. Ever since they returned from the woods, the girl had been very quiet. Her and Christian both. Both he and the other wolves were unsure what to make of it. At the very least, they were certain that it was unlike their Alpha to be so quiet about anythi

How long has it been since Rebecca was able to walk out the streets in peace? Or at least, as peaceful as it felt for her at the moment, considering she was still on watch by Retchet, who was walking right beside her. “The air sure is fresh for a nice walk, isn’t it?” he said.“I guess. Though you don’t need to start up any conversation if you don’t want to,” Rebecca told him.“Ah, don’t be like that. I’m not forcing myself to have a chat with you. Even though the silence is a little unnerving for me.”Rebecca turned at him with a judgmental look on her face. “I’m pretty sure you just admitted that you’re forcing yourself to talk here,” she stated, in which Retchet chuckled at.“Yeah, I suppose I did just do that, didn’t I?”She knew she was still technically his slave, but if she could be honest, seeing Retchet act this way around her really relieved Rebecca some. More than that, it helped her feel a bit more peaceful deep down. She couldn’t remember the last time she was at least s

Christian walked out and about in town, taking in some nice, fresh air as he stretched his arms out. ‘Gotta admit, it really is nice to get some air out here,’ he thought, feeling somewhat relaxed now that he was out, with his head slowly clearing up from his previous thoughts. ‘With everything that went on, I don’t think I ever took a proper break these days. This walk should help perk me right up.’“Mommy, can we have some ice cream?” he heard, as he turned to see a little boy holding hands with his mother across the street. The child pointing at an ice cream parlor near them.“You want some ice cream right now? You do remember we have some cake at home, right?” the mother asked.“The cake will be dessert. I want ice cream! The smooth, cold stuff!”The mother playfully placed a finger on her chin in thought. “Hmm… I wonder now. Should I really buy you some ice cream?”The boy looked up at her with pleading eyes. “Please. I’ll help with chores later.”“Really? And what about your hom