All Chapters of My Mates Are Lycans (Mafia Boss's plaything): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Leena’s pov swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "Alvin, put me down!" I demanded, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to sound strong. But instead of responding, he tightened his grip, his arms firm but not painful. Miriam shifted uncomfortably by the door, clearly unsure of what to do. Her eyes darted between us before she looked away entirely, pretending to busy herself with the bed. "Alvin, I mean it!" I said again, this time louder, my voice laced with anger. "What do you think you’re doing?" His lips curled into a faint smirk, but his eyes betrayed no amusement. "What I should have done a long time ago," he replied. I struggled in his arms, but his grip didn’t falter. "Put me down right now, or I swear I’ll—" "You’ll what, Leena?" he interrupted, his voice a low growl. His eyes burned brighter, a fiery amber hue that sent a chill down my spine. "Run away again? Hide in your room and cry? Is that

### Lena’s POV When Alvin marked me on the neck, it wasn’t just a physical sensation; it was as though an electric current surged through me, lighting every nerve in my body. My breath hitched, and my wolf stirred inside me, howling in approval. My hand instinctively went to my neck, where his mark still burned with a mix of pain and pleasure. The bond snapped into place almost immediately, a tether so strong it made me gasp. I looked up at him, and his piercing gaze locked onto mine. His eyes were darker than usual, a storm brewing within them, but there was also something soft—something vulnerable. The corners of his lips curled into a small smile, but the tension in his jaw told me he was holding back. “Why did you do that?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My heart was hammering so loudly I wondered if he could hear it. “Because I had to,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I needed you to feel how serious this is. I needed you t

### Lena’s POV The poison coursed through my veins, scorching my body from the inside out. My breaths came in short gasps as I fought against the spreading agony. My vision blurred, but I could hear fragments of Alvin’s conversation with Mario. “It’s a witch’s poison,” Mario’s voice trembled, his tone laced with both fear and disbelief. “Mixed with wolf’s bane. Only someone with knowledge of both witches and wolves could have concocted this. The question is, how did the wolf hunters get their hands on it?” That thought echoed in my mind even as my strength waned. The implications were horrifying—if the hunters had gained access to a witch’s poison, it could only mean someone within the pack had betrayed us. My head spun with questions and fear, but the burning pain overwhelmed everything else. I couldn’t hold on any longer. The world around me faded as the poison claimed me. ---When I awoke, confusion clouded my mind. My body felt warmer than usual, yet oddly weak. As my ey

**Lena’s POV** Today was the happiest day of my life. I was getting married to the man my heart had chosen—the man who was destined to be mine. Alvin wasn’t just any man; he was my Alpha, my king, the one who had captured my heart with his strength and passion. Alvin was also the most feared Mafia Lord, a man who commanded power and respect wherever he went. But to me, he was so much more. He was the man who made my heart race, who made me feel protected, loved, and cherished. As a once-weak Omega, I never imagined I’d rise to such heights. Today, I wasn’t just marrying Alvin. I was becoming the Luna of the most powerful pack, a position that carried immense power and responsibility. Together, we would unite our packs to stand strong against the wolf hunters who sought to destroy us. I couldn’t contain the joy bubbling inside me. I sat in front of the mirror, the most talented makeup artist in the city applying soft strokes to my face. Every brush of foundation felt symbolic, li

**Lena’s POV** The moment my eyes fell on the mark on Miriam's wrist, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. It was the same symbol I had seen on the masked wolf hunters the night I was poisoned. A wave of nausea hit me as the realization dawned—Miriam, the one I trusted to care for me, was one of them. My breaths grew shallow, and the room seemed to tilt. I stumbled toward the nearest chair, gripping its edge to steady myself. How could it be her? The person who stayed by my side, nursed me, and offered words of encouragement—she was the enemy all along? My hands trembled as I sat down, my mind racing with questions. Why? How long had she been deceiving us? “Are you okay?” Miriam’s voice startled me. She approached with a concerned look etched on her face, but now I could see it for what it was—a mask, a lie. “Why did your face suddenly change? Is there a problem?” I forced a smile, though it felt like my face might crack from the effort. “No,” I lied, my voice uneven.