All Chapters of My Mates Are Lycans (Mafia Boss's plaything): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Leena’s POVThe battlefield was silent except for the soft rustle of the wind. I stood in the center, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. My body ached from the earlier fight, a dull pain radiating from my ribs, but I couldn’t afford to falter. Across from me stood Alpha Alvin, his sharp features carved with confidence, his posture relaxed as though this was nothing but a game to him. He circled me like a predator, his smirk sending chills down my spine.“Why don’t you just give up, Leena?” he taunted, his voice smooth yet laced with arrogance. “You know I’ll win. Don’t make me hurt you more than I already have to.”I glared at him, my breathing labored but my resolve unbroken. “Don’t be so cocky, Alvin,” I spat, wiping the sweat from my brow. “I might be smaller than you, but that doesn’t mean I’m weaker. And I’ll never submit to this marriage!”His smirk deepened, and in an instant, he lunged forward. I barely had time to dodge, his fist grazing past my arm

Leena’s POV My anger was at its peak, a raging storm inside me that refused to calm, the moment Sarah stormed toward me. The nerve! If not for the lingering weakness I felt after my fight, I swear I’d have shown her exactly why I am not to be trifled with. Yes, I might not be the strongest Luna, but I am the daughter of an Alpha—a title that holds weight, power, and dignity, whether she likes it or not. Her audacity to call me names, to belittle me in front of others, was an insult I could barely stomach. I could feel my fists clench tightly at my sides as she spewed venom, accusing me of stealing Alvin, the man she claimed to be her fated mate. For a brief moment, her words echoed in my mind, whispering doubts. What if Alvin truly did kill my father? What if she’s telling the truth? But then the reality of my situation slammed into me—this wasn’t a matter of choice. I was being forced into this marriage for the sake of unity, a decision made by the council and not my heart. Her

Leena’s POVThe air was thick, suffocating, and laced with the poisonous stench of wolfsbane. My chest heaved uncontrollably as I struggled to draw in even the faintest trace of oxygen. My legs felt like jelly beneath me, trembling as if they could give out at any moment. A cough ripped from my throat, harsh and raw, leaving a searing ache in its wake.The door. The damn door. It was locked. Panic clawed at me as I remembered walking in moments ago—the door had been wide open. My hands shook as I tried to grab the handle, yanking and twisting with every ounce of strength I could muster. Nothing.Alvin’s voice broke through the haze. "It’s wolfsbane!" he growled, his tone laced with both frustration and urgency. His deep voice was steady, but I could see it—the slight tremble in his hands, the tension in his jaw. Even he wasn’t immune.“I can’t shift,” I wheezed, gripping my chest as the poison coursed through my veins.“It’s blocking us,” Alvin muttered through gritted teeth. “It’s in

Leena's POVThe air was thick with tension, a mix of uncertainty and fear that I could almost taste. It hadn't been long since I arrived at this pack for the so-called Guardian Wolf Mission, and yet, it already felt like my life was teetering on the edge of a blade. Someone wanted me dead. No, us—Alpha Alvin and me. But who? And why?As I paced back and forth in the dimly lit hallway, the events of the day replayed in my mind. The attack in the woods had been swift and merciless. A flurry of smoke bombs, the sound of footsteps crashing through the underbrush, and the metallic jingle of keys—these things haunted my thoughts. My heart raced at the memory, my fists clenching. I knew I needed to be careful now, more than ever. Whoever had orchestrated the attack had a purpose. The question that burned in my mind was whether they wanted Alvin dead, me dead, or both of us.Alvin and I had tried to track the attackers, but their scent vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Frustrated and on

Leena's POVI’ve always prided myself on being calm, measured, and collected. I rarely lose my temper, and insults are not part of my repertoire. But right now? Right now, I want to call Sarah every vile name under the moon. That woman is nothing short of a pest—a thorn in my side that keeps digging deeper with every word she spits out.Just when I thought Miriam’s idea might actually give me a way out of this nightmare, Sarah barges in, her prying eyes catching the entire scheme. Now she’s threatening to tell Mr. Nelson about my so-called defiance. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I swallowed my rising frustration.“This is what I hate the most,” I muttered under my breath, glaring at Sarah with as much venom as I could muster.Her smug expression only deepened my anger. She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe like she owned the place. “Oh, I’ll tell him, all right,” she said with a mocking tilt of her head. “I’ll tell Mr. Nelson everything—th