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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]

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I need to get him alive!

I wasn't surprised to see that the house looked exactly as it did the last time I visited.

 

There were several rooms downstairs, but only the living area was furnished. I walked over to the couch and sat down.

 

Clyde reluctantly did the same.

 

His eyes darted around the room, his mouth opening slightly as he took in every detail of his surroundings. He's probably trying to memorize his surroundings in case we need them later.

 

I immediately got up so I could examine the floor.

 

The wood was clean; no footprints were left behind. I checked the fireplace, the tables, the chairs, and the floors.

 

"Why aren't you sitting, my lord?" He asked after a few moments of silence. "I know you want to wait for them to show up, but shouldn't you sit?" He asked as he pointed to the couch next to him.

 

"No." I replied curtly. "It's too easy for them to shoot any of us. I wouldn't want to be a sitting pup."