All Chapters of BETROTHED TO THE ALPHA MAFIA KING : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 32:Elara’s PerspectiveThe night air was thick with anticipation, the weight of what we were about to do pressing against my chest. From the rooftop of Damian’s estate, I could see the city stretching out before me, a web of power, corruption, and secrets. Ravik was somewhere out there, moving his pieces across the board.But we weren’t going to wait for him to strike first.Damian stood beside me, his gaze fixed on the distant skyline. Below us, in the underground levels of the estate, our forces were gathering. Weapons were being distributed, plans finalized. The time for hesitation had passed.“We move at dawn,” Damian said, his voice low but firm.I nodded. “Are the teams ready?”“Niko is leading the infiltration unit. Lena is handling the supply routes. We cut off Ravik’s resources first. No fuel, no weapons, no reinforcements.”It was a smart plan—starve the enemy before the real fight begins. But I knew Ravik. He wouldn’t just sit back and let us dismantle his empire.

CHAPTER 34:Damian’s PerspectiveThe roar of the engine faded into the night, taking Elara with it.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Then, rage ignited inside me like an inferno.I turned back to Gregor’s lifeless body, my hands trembling with fury. He had known. This had been their plan all along.A trap.For her.For Elara.Niko and Lena burst into the alley, panting.“Where is she?” Niko demanded.“Taken.” My voice was low, deadly.Lena cursed, running a hand through her hair. “We have to move. Now.”I pulled out my phone, dialing a secured line. Alexei, my tech specialist.“Track her,” I ordered the second he answered. “Now.”He didn’t hesitate. “Give me something to work with.”I inhaled sharply, forcing myself to think. The SUV.“Black, no plates,” I growled. “They took her less than a minute ago from The Black Lotus. Use the traffic cams.”“I’m on it.”I turned to Niko. “Mobilize everyone.”He nodded. “We’ll find her.”Lena’s jaw tightened. “And when we do?”I met her gaze, my

CHAPTER 36:Elara’s PerspectiveThe cold edge of Ravik’s blade bit into my ribs as he dragged me through the darkened warehouse, gunfire still exploding behind us. My heart pounded in my chest, but I refused to panic. Panic wouldn’t save me.Think, Elara. Think.I forced myself to go limp, making my body heavier, harder to drag. Ravik cursed under his breath and yanked me up with more force, but the second his grip loosened—I struck.I twisted, slamming my elbow into his ribs. He grunted, stumbling slightly, but his grip remained vice-like. Before I could break free, he slammed me against the metal door of an emergency exit.“Nice try,” he growled, pressing the knife harder. “But not good enough.”I glared at him, chest heaving. “You’re making a mistake.”His lips curled into a smirk. “No, darling. The mistake was Volkov thinking he could outplay me.”He shoved open the door, pulling me into the alley behind the warehouse. The moment we stepped outside, two black SUVs screeched to a h

CHAPTER 38:Elara’s PerspectiveThe fire crackled in the dimly lit room, but no warmth touched my skin. I stood by the window, pressing my forehead against the cold glass, watching. Waiting.The compound was a fortress, lined with armed men and cameras at every corner. Ravik had planned this well. He knew Damian would come, and he was ready.I exhaled slowly, my mind racing.I needed to warn him.The thought of Damian walking into this death trap made my stomach twist. I had to find a way to signal him, to tell him it wasn’t safe—Before it was too late.The door creaked open behind me, and I tensed.Ravik strode in, his presence filling the space with arrogance. “Enjoying the view?”I turned slowly, masking my fury with indifference. “Just admiring your paranoia.”He chuckled. “I prefer to call it preparation.” He took a step closer, his eyes scanning me. “You’re thinking of him, aren’t you? Wondering when Volkov will come for you?”I said nothing.He smirked. “He’ll be here soon.”M

CHAPTER 40:Elara’s PerspectiveThe moment they pulled the black hood off my head, I blinked against the harsh light. My arms were bound behind the back of a steel chair, the cold bite of zip ties cutting into my skin. Blood trickled from a cut on my cheek. My head throbbed.But I wasn’t afraid.Not this time.Because fear meant they had power—and I wasn’t giving them that.The room was concrete and steel. Underground. A warehouse maybe, or a bunker. No windows, only the sound of humming generators and boots echoing in the distance.And then I saw him.Alexei Vasiliev.His hair was slicked back, his tailored suit spotless despite the carnage he’d unleashed. He stood in front of me like a man who believed he owned the world.“Elara,” he said smoothly, like greeting a favored niece. “It’s good to finally have a proper conversation without your... distraction present.”“You’re delusional,” I snapped. “If you think I’ll listen to anything you have to say, you’re worse than I thought.”He