All Chapters of Four times Rejected, Claimed by Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

She wasn’t just fighting, she was slaughtering them Rogues, five of them, were lying broken on the ground. Some still breathing. Some twitching. One trying to crawl away and sobbing for mercy.And Serena? Her hands were glowing. Her claws were dripping blood. Her eyes… goddess help me… they weren’t her eyes anymore. They were mine. Green and burning. A wolf that wasn’t supposed to be that strong.She slashed another rogue’s throat before anyone could react.“Stop!” Zayn roared as we rushed down.Serena spun and her eyes locked onto us like prey. Her chest heaved with her lips curled and I don’t think she even recognized us or anything again.She raised her claws—toward me but.y wolf didn’t move neither could I .She took a step closer, her breath was ragged and her teeth bared, blood stained her neck and I braced myself. If she attacked, I wouldn’t fight her. I just couldn’t when I actually caused all this.But all do a sudden she stopped and Right there, she froze mid-step at my sig

Serena’s POV I didn’t even try to wipe my tears anymore. What was the point? They just kept falling like my misery was set on a timer. My chest felt heavy and full but not with hope. It was filled with shame, confusion, and that painful choking sensation that reminded me I was cursed, even if no one said it out loud today. I thought I’d find peace in this stupid room, but peace didn’t belong to girls like me. Just as I slid to the floor and curled my knees to my chest, the damn door creaked open without a single knock. Because why would they knock? It’s not like I deserved privacy. “Wow! Crying again?” Elena’s voice cut through the air like claws across my skin. “You're really playing the victim today.” I didn’t look up, I didn’t have the fucking strength. “I Bet she's crying 'cause she overheard Daddy telling Damien to reject her ass,” Sloane chimed in like the bitter echo she’s always been. “I mean, who wouldn’t? If I were cursed, weak, and desperate, I’d cry too.” They both la

Damien's Pov.I could scent her fucking arousal in my brain which was more than enough to drive me crazy. I could lie to my self every day but I needed her, more than the fucking contract, more than the fact she was my mate. I shouldn't act this way but Serena came to my life and fucked all my senses, giving me a reason to protect, laugh, smile and he fucking horny in all my existence. It was too wild.“I still hate you Damien…” she breathe with a moan as my fingers brushed her cladded pussy and my cock twitched hard. “I know that baby, that makes it even hotter, don't you think.”“You're sealing the bond, that's not supposed to happen…why can't you reject me like them and let me go. You will find the perfect Luna Damien…you're so dangerous for me and so am I to you, I'm going to destroy you…” Tears slipped down her eyes in worry, pain and confusion but most if all she needed me. She was still dripping wet for me, my wolf was wild, thrashing with urgent need to drive me crazy. She's

The slight curve of his dick hits that sensitive spot inside me that drives me fucking crazy, stars bursting behind my eyes with every punch of his hips. “Fuck, I need this pussy Serena.” Damien growls against my lips, licking a path down my jaw and scraping his teeth across my neck. His thrusts become savage, like he’s trying to imprint himself inside me so that I could never forget. “You're just as I imagined, baby.” His hands cover my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples until I’m falling apart beneath him spectacularly, crying out as my climax rockets through me. My back arches, thighs trembling and inner walls gripping his cock as he continues to pound in and out, fucking me through my orgasm. “Oh God, Damien…. yes baby!” It’s pure bliss, so intense that tears leak from the corners of my eyes, my body going slack against the mattress. As I start to come back down, Damien suddenly scoops his arms around my back, lifting me from the bed effortlessly and settling me in

Selena’s POVYou’d think having a psycho Alpha Mafia mate who’s ready to blow heads off would feel... flattering, romantic but nope. It sucks big time.Because while Damien's out there threatening caskets and choosing funeral gowns like he's shopping for a wedding, I’m stuck here trying not to breathe too loud. The Pack stares like I murdered someone. The women? They look at me like I spit in their herbal tea. The men? Too scared to talk to me because, well, my mate might castrate them for blinking in my direction.And me?I’m just trying to survive another damn day and reminding myself that this isn't reality yet.The only person who didn’t treat me like I had rabies was Lydia—my ballet tutor. Yeah, Damien got me a personal one. As if I could blend into a public class with these people already whispering "Omega slut" under their breath. He said I needed “focus and discipline.” I think he just wanted to keep me locked away from everyone else and using my love for ballet as an excuse.