All Chapters of marked by the mafia alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: The Breaking Point The smell hit me first. I stood frozen in the doorway of my husband's office, that thick, musky, undeniably sexual scent slamming into me like a physical blow. My wolf whimpered, already knowing what my brain refused to process. Damien had her bent over our desk. The one where we used to review pack finances together when we first got married. His hands gripped her hips, his body moving against hers with a violence he'd never shown me. Not even on our wedding night. The woman's red hair spilled across the mahogany, her moans filling the room, pheromones so strong I could taste them. My handbag hit the floor. They didn't stop. Damien's eyes met mine over her shoulder. Cold. Gray. Empty. He didn't even look surprised—just kept moving, kept thrusting, and I saw something that made my stomach turn. Satisfaction. Like he'd wanted me to see this. "Damien." My voice came out strangled. He pulled out slowly, deliberately. The woman turned. Sera. The pack'

Chapter 3: The Return Three years later. I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse office, watching the city lights flicker below. My reflection stared back—a woman in a tailored black dress that hugged every curve, hair falling in sleek waves, heels that cost more than my entire wardrobe used to. Not a single person would recognize the broken Luna I used to be. "Ms. Cross, your four o'clock is here," my assistant Rachel's voice came through the intercom. "Mr. Lucian Volkov." Lucian Volkov. Lycan. Mafia king. Ruthless bastard who controlled half the underground operations on the East Coast. "Send him in." The door opened, and Lucian Volkov walked into my office like he owned it. He was massive—at least six-foot-four, built like violence wrapped in an expensive Italian suit. Dark hair pushed back from a face that was all sharp angles and brutal beauty. His amber eyes locked onto me with an intensity that would have made the old Amara drop her gaze. I met

Chapter 5: The Collision The business meeting ended with handshakes and contracts worth more than most people saw in a lifetime. I felt nothing but the overwhelming need to get out of this building. "Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me," I said, closing my laptop. "I have another appointment." I grabbed my clutch and headed for the door. I just needed to make it to the front entrance. Get in my car. Leave. I turned the corner and stopped dead. A boy stood in the hallway, tugging at his tie. Dark hair. Gray eyes. Taller than I remembered. Kai. He looked up and his eyes passed right over me. No recognition. Just a polite, blank look children give strangers. "Excuse me," he said, moving to step around me. "Kai." His name fell from my lips before I could stop it. He paused, frowning. "Do I know you?" My hand moved unconsciously to adjust my bracelet. The thin leather cord with wooden beads. Child-made and falling apart. Kai's eyes locked onto it. His face went white. "

Chapter 7: The Unraveling "I'll pick you up at seven," Lucian said as I gathered my things. I paused, laptop halfway into my bag. "For what?" "Dinner. You agreed, remember?" Right. The dinner I'd stupidly agreed to in a moment of weakness. "I can meet you somewhere," I said, zipping my bag. "Just send me the address." "No. I'm picking you up." His tone left no room for argument. "Wear something comfortable." "Comfortable? I thought we were going to dinner." "We are. But not where you're expecting." He stood, buttoning his suit jacket. "Trust me." Trust. Such a simple word. Such an impossible request. But I found myself nodding anyway. --- At exactly seven PM, my doorbell rang. I'd changed five times before settling on a simple black dress. When I opened the door, Lucian stood there in dark jeans and a black button-down with rolled-up sleeves. No suit. No tie. Just devastatingly casual. His eyes traveled down my body slowly, and the heat in his gaze made my skin flush. "Y

Chapter 9: The Kiss The drive back to my penthouse was quiet. Comfortable. The kind of silence that didn't need filling. I sat in the passenger seat of Lucian's car, watching the city lights blur past. My heart was still full from seeing Kai. From holding him. From hearing him say he missed me. Three years of believing I'd lost him forever. And Lucian had given him back to me in one afternoon. "Thank you." Lucian's eyes flicked to me briefly. "You already thanked me." "I know. But I need to say it again." I turned to face him. "What you did today—bringing Kai to me—I don't have words for what that means." His hands flexed on the steering wheel. "You don't need words." "Lucian—" "I saw an opportunity to give you something you needed. So I took it." His jaw was tight. "You don't owe me anything, Amara." But I did. I owed him everything. The air in the car shifted. Thickened. I could feel the mate bond humming between us, stronger now after last night. After the restaurant. Aft