All Chapters of In the arms of the Mafia Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kael stood in the middle of the ritual chamber, the air thick with tension and the faint hum of ancient magic. The pack’s strongest alphas had gathered around him, their faces a mixture of concern and uncertainty. Sasha sat on a stone altar in the center of the room, pale and trembling, her breaths shallow. She hadn’t spoken since Lucien began preparing the ritual.Lucien moved through the space, laying out ceremonial objects—candles, a dagger, and a bowl carved from obsidian. The air was heavy with the scent of burning sage and something more metallic, a faint whisper of power that made Kael’s wolf restless.“This ritual will call upon the Shadows,” Lucien said, his voice low and steady. “They are ancient forces, older than any of us, and their price is never light. Are you prepared for this, Alpha?”Kael nodded without hesitation. “I’ll pay whatever it takes.”Lucien’s eyes flickered with unease. “Be careful with your words. The Shadows take promises seriously. You must offer someth

The estate was suffocatingly quiet after the ambush. The only sounds were the occasional murmurs of Viktor’s men discussing strategies and the faint echo of footsteps down the hall. Amara sat on the edge of the bed in Viktor’s room, her hands trembling as she replayed the events in her mind. Roman’s chilling smile, his words, the gun pressed against her temple—it was all too vivid.She had faced danger before, but this was different. This wasn’t some abstract threat. This was personal.The door opened, and Viktor stepped in. His shirt was still smeared with soot and blood, his face a mask of exhaustion and fury. He stopped when he saw her, his eyes softening for a brief moment.“Amara,” he said quietly, walking toward her.She looked up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “He’s never going to stop, is he?”Viktor knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his. “Not until I make him,” he said, his voice low but firm. “I won’t let him hurt you again. I promise.”She searched his

The three of them stumbled out of the collapsing tunnel, their bodies battered and their breaths ragged. Sasha held onto Selena’s arm as the older woman limped beside her, blood soaking through her torn armor. Ethan, despite his own injuries, helped clear debris from their path as they emerged into the moonlit forest.For a moment, there was silence—just the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. But the peace felt hollow, fragile.Selena slumped against a tree, wincing as she pressed a hand to the wound across her chest. “We need to regroup. That thing… whatever it was, it’s not the last of them.”Ethan glanced at Sasha, his expression conflicted. “And you,” he said, his voice low, “you’re hiding something.”Sasha flinched, her grip tightening around the dagger still glowing faintly in her hand. She didn’t want to admit it—not to them, not even to herself—but the truth was becoming harder to ignore. The power she’d unleashed wasn’t just a weapon; it was a cu

The world was dark when Sasha opened her eyes. Every breath she took felt like shards of glass slicing through her chest, the pain in her body a cruel reminder that she was still alive. Her fingers twitched, brushing against cold, damp earth. For a moment, she lay still, trying to piece together what had happened.Ethan.Her heart lurched, and she sat up abruptly, ignoring the sharp sting in her ribs. “Ethan?” she called, her voice hoarse and trembling. The sound echoed in the emptiness around her, swallowed by the oppressive silence.She was alone.Sasha’s chest tightened as panic set in. She pushed herself to her feet, wincing at the dull ache that radiated through her body. The cavern was gone, replaced by an endless expanse of mist and shadow. The ground beneath her was uneven and treacherous, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood.“Ethan!” she shouted again, her voice breaking.There was no answer.Tears welled in her eyes as she stumbled forward, her vision blur

Sasha sat by Ethan’s side, her hands trembling as she held onto him. His body was warm, but his breaths were faint, barely audible over the storm of emotions swirling within her. The eerie quiet of the forest around them seemed to mock her desperation.“You’re not leaving me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Do you hear me, Ethan? You fight. You fight for us.”But he didn’t respond. His face, once so full of life, was pale and gaunt, as though whatever darkness had claimed him was still leeching away what little strength remained.She tightened her grip on him, refusing to let go. The memory of the shadowy figure’s chilling words haunted her. He belongs to me now.“No,” she said aloud, her voice firmer this time. “You’re wrong. He’s mine.”The weight of the situation pressed down on her. She couldn’t just sit here and wait for him to slip further into whatever abyss the man had dragged him into. She needed help.Her mind raced, and only one name came to her. Jaxon.He was the only