All Chapters of Mafia Lycan King’s Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31Lucian's POV:Gunshots echoed through the secluded shooting range as I squeezed the trigger, sending another bullet tearing through the air. It struck the target dead center. Kael stood beside me, as he lined up his next shot. His jaw tightened before he pulled the trigger. His bullet hit just shy of the bullseye, and he muttered something under his breath before resetting his stance.A young attendant stepped forward from my left, with a bowl in his hand. K reached in, and took a few bullets without looking at him. Kael did the same on his side, then proceeded to load the gun. He aimed it at the target but instead of pulling the trigger he began. "Do you really think it's a great idea for Marielle to move in with you?"I paused for a second, then I slid a fresh bullet into the chamber, and glanced at him from the corner of my eye."I find her suspicious.” I replied curtly, lifting the gun and taking aim again. "It would be easier to keep an eye on her if she is close."

Chapter 33Lucian's POV:He hesitated, clearly surprised, but didn’t push the issue. I turned toward the door. “Get someone to clean this place up.” I ordered. Without waiting for a response, I carried her out.The hallway was lined with guards stationed at every corner. As I walked past, every single one of them turned to stare. Their eyes widened, and shock was evident on their faces. They’d seen me do unspeakable things in this Nightclub—things that would haunt lesser men—but carrying a woman in my arms? That was something they never expected.I didn’t acknowledge them. Let them stare. Their opinions didn’t matter.River stirred slightly, her head nestling closer against my chest. I clenched my jaw, irritated by the unfamiliar sensation of... concern? No. It wasn’t that. It couldn’t be.When I reached my office, I nudged the door open with my foot. I laid her gently on the leather couch. For a moment, I straightened up, ready to walk away and leave her there to sort herself out. Bu

Chapter 35Lyla's POV:"Actually." I began, trying to steady my voice. "A few days ago, I overheard a group of people discussing your plans to seal the deal with Le Bronx. They mentioned that you'd be heading to Mexico soon. At first, I wasn’t paying much attention, but then I recognized one of the voices. It sounded familiar, and that made me stop to eavesdrop. I thought that the conversation was something that should only happen on the 15th floor, because amidst the voices, I heard an unfamiliar female speaking."Kael leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "So, that’s it? You overheard some whispers, and now you think someone on the 15th floor is working for Matteo?" His tone was laced with disbelief, as though he were holding back a mocking laugh.I clenched my fists but kept my composure. "No, Kael, that's not all. I also overheard them talking about stealing a safe and how they were nervous about Michael catching them. Apparently, Mich

Chapter 37Lyla's POV:“Are you insane?” The words flew out of my mouth before I could catch them.I slapped my hands over my lips, horrified at my own audacity. “I mean…is something wrong?”Lucian’s smirk deepened. “We have somewhere to go. Go get dressed.”Just like that? No explanation?“Where exactly?” I asked before I could stop myself again. I cursed my inability to hold my tongue.His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression that could freeze lava. “I’m starting to feel like I’ve given you too much audacity. You dare to question me?”“I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to ask where I’m being dragged to.” I said, my voice quieter but not without a trace of sarcasm.“Well, now you know.” He folded his arms. “Go get dressed.”Before I could come up with another ill-advised response, Justin’s voice called out from the sitting room. “Lyla? Who’s at the door?”I froze in place, my heart dropping to my stomach.Justin just called me by my real name.Lucian’s gaze snapped to me, as he til

Chapter 39Lucian's POV:After marrying Lyla, I couldn’t bring myself to love or accept her—not when the only reason I wanted her in the first place was to secure an heir.But Lyla was… different. She never begged for my love, attention, or time. She didn’t demand the things a wife should rightfully expect from her husband.She was obedient and dutiful.She loved cooking, even though I rarely ate her food. She loved reading, so I instructed Kael to fill the library with books. Not because I cared, but because I pitied her. She always looked so lonely and sad.One evening, curiosity got the better of me, and I finally asked her why she never seemed to expect anything from me.“This is a much better prison.” She said quietly, with a wide smile.Her words struck me, and I couldn’t let them go. I dug into her past, and what I uncovered only deepened my pity for her. Her father’s house was not a prison—but actual hell.After that, I started eating the meals she prepared, though we rarely s