All Chapters of The Mafia's Addiction: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

*****************CHAPTER 62~Damon’s POV~The night was restless.Arianna had barely spoken a word since we left the party, and I didn’t push her. Her mind was spinning, full of doubt, fear, and frustration. I could feel it.But we didn’t have time for doubts.I had given my word to the Council, to Sterling, to everyone in that damn room. And if Arianna didn’t shift in two weeks, the consequences would be more than just humiliation.They would strip me of my position. Take away my power. And Arianna—she wouldn’t survive it.I wouldn't let that happen. So, there was only one solution. Find the witch.The same witch who had stared at Arianna too long when she first arrived. The one who had looked into her eyes and muttered something under her breath before disappearing into the shadows.Iris.She knew something. And now, I was going to make her talk once I found her again. We arrived home, and Arianna immediately dashed off to her room, ignoring me. I couldn’t blame her but I knew I h

*****************CHAPTER 64~Damon’s POV~I watched Arianna disappear down the hallway, her footsteps quick and uneven, like she was running from herself and not just me or the fact that she took me down.My hands curled into fists.She had done it—for a split second, her wolf surfaced. But not through instinct, not through control—through rage.I wasn’t sure whether to be proud or frustrated. I had to go with the latter. Frustration was my meal today. She couldn’t use rage to summon her wolf against Sterling. He was impeccably good as he was annoying. If he sensed it, he could negate that rage and make her fool herself. Then fooling herself would be our least worry but saving her.She had power. That much was clear. But power without control was dangerous. If I kept pushing her through anger, it might work—but at what cost?Arianna was not like us. She had never known what it was like to feel a wolf’s presence beneath her skin, guiding her, protecting her.I would not let her first

*****************CHAPTER 63~Sterling’s POV~The dimly lit room reeked of aged wood and power—a private lounge reserved only for the elites of the werewolf world. I leaned back in the leather armchair, swirling a glass of blood-red wine in my hand, my lips curving into a slow smile.“Your little stunt worked perfectly,” I said, glancing at the woman across from me.Trisha Don Mars.She sat on the edge of the couch, her legs crossed, looking every bit the picture of confidence and poise. Her lips curled into that signature smirk of hers, one that dripped with malice and self-satisfaction.“Of course it worked,” she replied, taking a sip of her own drink. “Arianna’s cracking, isn’t she?”I chuckled. “She’s human—what did you expect? Damon’s pushing her to the edge, and even he knows she won’t survive the Luna Trials. It’s just a matter of time before she breaks.”“And when she does,” Trisha said, her voice soft but venomous, “Damon will finally realize what a mistake it was to choose h

*****************CHAPTER 63~Sterling’s POV~The dimly lit room reeked of aged wood and power—a private lounge reserved only for the elites of the werewolf world. I leaned back in the leather armchair, swirling a glass of blood-red wine in my hand, my lips curving into a slow smile.“Your little stunt worked perfectly,” I said, glancing at the woman across from me.Trisha Don Mars.She sat on the edge of the couch, her legs crossed, looking every bit the picture of confidence and poise. Her lips curled into that signature smirk of hers, one that dripped with malice and self-satisfaction.“Of course it worked,” she replied, taking a sip of her own drink. “Arianna’s cracking, isn’t she?”I chuckled. “She’s human—what did you expect? Damon’s pushing her to the edge, and even he knows she won’t survive the Luna Trials. It’s just a matter of time before she breaks.”“And when she does,” Trisha said, her voice soft but venomous, “Damon will finally realize what a mistake it was to choose h

*****************~Arianna’s POV~Although Damon explained the Luna Trials to me and all it entailed, the training that followed was something that left me drained. The next few days were pure hell. Damon didn’t hold back.Every morning, before the sun even touched the sky, I was dragged to the training grounds behind his penthouse. No breakfast. No rest. Just pain.“Again,” Damon barked as I gasped for breath.I was on the ground for the umpteenth time—again. My arms trembled as I pushed myself up, sweat dripping down my face. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest.I wanted to relax, to rest and catch my breath but Damon was unrelenting.Damon circled me like a predator, his gaze sharp, unforgiving, ready to pounce at any time.“Your senses are weak,” he said coldly. “Your reaction time is slower than a human’s.” He scoffed. “Pathetic.”My teeth clenched. He was doing this on purpose Again. Breaking me down, inch by inch.Forcing me to awaken whatever was inside me.But no mat