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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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What am I? Some Luna, now?

"From all those who want what you have. You'll be traveling with a man named Mr. G. He's the owner of the company and is also a close friend of my family's."

"You must be delusional if you think I'm going to follow some strange man to God knows where. I'm not running anywhere."

"I'm afraid you have no choice. You're not in any condition to make decisions right now anyway."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you forget that I am the one carrying the child?"

"I never forgot about that."

"Then what's this nonsense about me not having a choice?"

He sighed and squatted next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.

"Look at me, Miss Cecile. Look at me."

I did as I was told, meeting his gaze.

"You are not going to do anything until after the baby is born."

"After?" I repeated, my voice low.