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My new Home

Amara's PoV

The last few days of the business trip had been a whirlwind of learning about the project, taking time off to unwind, and engaging in private conversations with both Marcel and Donte.

Marcel and I had shared a lot of insights about our backgrounds, and I had been honest with him about my complex nature-revealing my abilities as a wolf and my entire supernatural history.

When we returned, instead of heading straight to my apartment, Donte surprised me by taking my luggage and giving it to Marcel.

"Follow me," he instructed, and I complied, slipping into the backseat of his BMW with care, mindful of my outfit.

The drive was enveloped in a tense silence. As we arrived at a mansion that stood at the top of a hill, I was struck by its grandeur.

The gates opened at the driver's touch, and the car rolled up to the front entrance. Donte helped me out of the car while Marcel took our bags.

Inside, the mansion was nothing short of spectacular. Ornate decorations and expansive spaces spoke to a wealth of taste and opulence.

My attention was immediately drawn to a large family portrait featuring Donte with his parents, siblings, and another picture showcasing his mafia.

The weight of the place was palpable, carrying a history of its own.

As I followed Donte through the mansion, I accidentally bumped into him, causing him to halt and turn.

He faced a group of people gathered in what appeared to be a meeting room.

There was a mix of curiosity and scrutiny in their gazes as he addressed them.

"Everyone, face me," Donte ordered, his voice commanding. The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention to him.

"I'm announcing a new member to the mafia," Donte continued, his eyes briefly scanning the room before resting on me.

The murmurs grew louder, and I felt their scrutiny as they sized me up.

A woman with ginger hair, who seemed to hold a position of authority, spoke up.

"What makes her trustworthy to the family, boss? What makes her strong enough to be reliable?" Her tone was stern, tinged with a mixture of anger and jealousy.

Donte's response was immediate and firm. "It's my decision to allow her to join my mafia, so watch your tone, Marissa, when you talk about her!"

I was taken aback. Did Donte just stand up for me? It was strangely reassuring but also unexpected. He had always seemed so detached, and yet here he was, defending me.

He continued, "Now that it is clear that Amara will be joining us, you should know she is far more powerful than all of you." The room erupted in confused whispers.

A man spoke up, breaking the chatter. "Is she a supernatural?"

Donte nodded, then turned to me. "I forgot to mention that now that you've joined my mafia, you'll be living under my roof in a guest room. You can make it your own, to feel at home."

I looked at Donte, stunned. "What?"

Leaning closer, he said softly but with an undeniable authority, "People with three natures are called tribrids. So, little tribrid, you'll be living under my roof whether you like it or not. When you have work, you come back here because your bed is upstairs. Do you understand?"

His words held a peculiar blend of command and consideration, almost as if he was trying to assert his control while also making sure I was comfortable.

I sighed and resigned to the situation. "Yeah, yeah. I live here now, I got it."

Donte hummed in agreement. "Now, let's go. I'm taking you to the gym. I need to see what you can do."

I nodded, snapping my fingers and changing into gym clothes with a quick spell.

As we walked to the gym, I couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and excitement.

Joining Donte's mafia was a significant shift in my life, but it was also an opportunity to explore new boundaries and challenges.

And perhaps, to understand Donte better, beyond the enigmatic exterior he presented to the world.