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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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Can I accept the change?

I walked downstairs to the small closet. I found a pair of men's pants and a shirt hanging on a hook. I pulled them off the hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeves.

I looked in the mirror, seeing myself for the first time since I'd left the house.

My hair was frizzy and wild. It was a mess, but I didn't dare brush it. My skin was pale, but my eyes were bright and clear. I saw the changes in my body, too.

I had a slight glow in my eyes, which I could almost blame on the full moon influencing the child in me.

I felt a little self-conscious standing naked in front of the mirror, but I couldn't help but smile at my reflection.

I turned around slowly, looking at my backside. I was pretty sure that I hadn't lost weight, but maybe I was wrong.

My breasts were a little bigger than they used to be and were starting to develop more of a shape. They weren't as round as they were when I was younger, but they were definitely growing.