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The Mysterious Mafia Boss Is My Mate?

[Warning: Mature Content] Cecile, an unyielding woman, finds herself on the run from ruthless foes–werewolves faithful to her scheming ex-boyfriend. In the midst of this chaos, she lands into the care of Tristan, a feared Mafia boss renowned for his intense dislike of women, and unbeknownst to most, an Alpha Werewolf. Facing imminent danger, Cecile begs for Tristan's protection, striking a bargain that breaks through Tristan's longstanding aversion to women. Stirred by her plea and her unique scent, he agrees. The two share an unforgettable night that intertwines their destinies. A month later, Cecile holds a secret–an unborn child from that memorable night. Hoping to escape her past, she leaves the city. Yet, her past isn't done with her, pulling her back into the very place she fled. When she crosses paths with Tristan, he recognizes her–her scent acting as a beacon, challenging his conditioned aversion to women. Cecile is swept up in a maelstrom of emotions, caught between seeking revenge on her ex and her burgeoning feelings for Tristan. Will Cecile accept her destiny as the mother to a werewolf's child? Can Tristan handle his newfound emotions for a human woman? ***** Daily updates [00:05 GMT+8]

KiX_x_X · Fantasi
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Focus on your revenge

Thud!

 

The man fell to the floor and coughed violently as Tristan let out a deep sigh.

 

Gaston grabbed his neck in pain and stumbled to the wall, where he leaned against it, gasping for air as he continued to cough.

 

"I'm sorry," he gasped between breaths. "It's just that... I can't believe it. I can't believe you actually remembered something that happened so long ago."

 

'Even I don't believe it either,' I thought. 'I mean, I barely remember anything.'

 

"Are you alright?" I asked, moving closer to him.

 

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He gave me a weak smile. "Just give me a moment."

 

After he caught his breath, he looked at me and said, "Thank you for saving me."

 

"No problem."

 

We both stood there, staring at each other. It wasn't a bad stare; it was more of a thoughtful one.